<?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-10498032</id><updated>2012-01-25T01:23:45.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attic blog</title><subtitle type='html'>where all thoughts end up... stored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-945416403094613060</id><published>2008-04-30T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:23:07.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBn3rgptk0A/SBgrNdBSrJI/AAAAAAAAADc/LLda4HkOEAQ/s1600-h/sorry....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBn3rgptk0A/SBgrNdBSrJI/AAAAAAAAADc/LLda4HkOEAQ/s400/sorry....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194949680300207250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;to all you guys I hurt in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;please believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-945416403094613060?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/945416403094613060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=945416403094613060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/945416403094613060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/945416403094613060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/really-am.html' title='really am'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QBn3rgptk0A/SBgrNdBSrJI/AAAAAAAAADc/LLda4HkOEAQ/s72-c/sorry....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-4805313597152415296</id><published>2007-02-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:24:44.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's still sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ok... so ya sé que valentine's no es about giving stuff... quien no ha dicho eso antes? Valentine's day is not about flowers and candy and huge teddy bears.... it's not about glitter and hollow messages... pero por DIOS.... no lo trate como cualquier dia con su novia (a menos que usted sea un maniatico del romance y TODOS los dias del mundo exprese al 100% sus sentimientos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I mean.. c'mon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I wasn't expecting any gifts, eso es verdad, pero I wasn't expecting no-gifts-at-all either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I made an awesome card for my fiance with a portrait of us (maybe I'll post some pics) and gave him a bailye's (he loves it) with 2 beautiful cups and made him a very romantic dinner (with canddles and all that jazz).... it was all so movie-like.... I've never done stuff like that, I don't really love VD.. but I know he does so I made it VERY VERY movie-like (maybe I'll post pics of the table too) Everything was beautiful. HICIMOS UN BRINDIS CON FRESITA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He didn't get anything for me... I'm not mad... I'm not sad... I knew he wouldn't. But I guess I wanted to know what it feels like to have someone do all I did for me. PLUS this is the guy I'm getting married to... I can't be mad cuz he is romantic all year long... but I am still a girl and I like corny stuff too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;well I dunno... I guess I am sad deep inside... cuz every guy's baby got at least a heart shaped card... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;see?? this is why I hate valentines day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-4805313597152415296?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4805313597152415296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=4805313597152415296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/4805313597152415296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/4805313597152415296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-still-sux.html' title='valentine&apos;s still sux'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-1781736861178516638</id><published>2007-02-13T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:58:25.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ok... maniana es dia de San Valentin... para mi eso nunca significo nada... pero supongo que el amor pone loca a cualquiera.... tengo todo un plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Voy a hacer maravillas!! Voy a sentirme como una  princesa de  pelicula!! Todo será lo más romantico del mundo... y valdra la pena pq lo hare todo por mi prometido... (ya estoy sonando bien cursi... pero asi es la vida).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; *^_^* solo pensar en verle la cara de sorpresa y de emoción me acelera un poco... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ok.. cuento... yo odio cocinar... LO ODIO.... pero cocino muy bien, siempre lo supe... so voy a sacrificarme un poco para hacer una cena muy delicada y romantica y cursi con velas y todo lo demas... le compre un regalito too... so... u know... esto va a ser lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;any way... les deseo a todos un hermoso dia de san Valentin!!! (asi como será el mio!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the lovers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the true friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the long-time partners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the little children and their mommies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for those loving sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the very close cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for our grams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the secret admirers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for the teenagers crushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mom &amp; Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-1781736861178516638?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1781736861178516638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=1781736861178516638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/1781736861178516638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/1781736861178516638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-114810354452877331</id><published>2007-01-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:15:45.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me killan vol. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jevi, vamo con lo que me enfogona parte 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killa ma kel diablo eto tiguere ke se creen ke tan demasiadisimo bueno y ke ute obligao tiene ke ta dando aco por ello y vienen con un espectaculo a kerer tratarte como una mierda..... no mi hermano, no, haga el favor de venir al mundo real donde UTE e una mierda viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan full la gente ke se hacen pasar por lo mejore amigo y los ke mas confianza uno le tiene y te llenan la cabeza de mariposita de colore dicendote to esa sica de "siempre estare ahi... blah blah blah" y vienen y te dan esa saca de pie asi de la nada..... vayase a juga con su moco ante ke conmigo pana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME KILLAN LA MARDITA GENTE INDIFERENTE que actuan como si na le jiede ni le huele y creen que eso e lo ma cool, ello nama importan y el resto del mundo que se joda.... PUES NO! con esa actitud ute ej el meno impoltante.. bebase un trago de humilda al'fabol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killa demasiado que cuando uno viene a hacerse el buena gente con alguien a quien le ha hecho el fo por siglos venga ese pendejo a subirse a una nube y a querer aquerosia a uno hablando mielda.... no ombe no.. vaya a arracase el ombligo, vaya, que yo se que le hace falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan lo exnovio ke creen ke todavia tienen alguna fuerza por encima de una... va pa la mielda, si ute cago su chance, ya lo cago, ya vayase de ahi... LO CA GOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan lo recuerdo inoportuno ke le llegan a uno cuando uste la ta pasando de lo ma mejol... y cogen y sabotean todo el plan del dia............. *snif*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killa muchisimo ir al cine y matame con 8 gente por entrar primero a la sala para coger mi asiento favortio y ke JUSTO cuando sale la mujer de la antorcha y suenan la musikita ke apaga las luces viene estre GIGANTON a sentasele alante a uno..... ke vaina, una gana de arrempujalo ke me dan.... eso me pasa por enana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killa full cuando uno se pasa la maniana entera fantaseando con una empanada (o lo que sea) de las mas buenas del mundo, soniando con ella, vuelto loco con su aroma, su sabor unico, su textura y temperatura perfecta... aaaaaahhhhh ^-^ mmm!... y cuando llega el momento de darle la primera mordida (se me hace agua la boca) se escucha una voz penetrante que sabe al limon mas agrio del mundo diciendo "dame un chin" -_-' COOOOOOO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(para las chicas) DIO MIO ETO SI ME KILLA!! cuando uno tiene planeando el evento del milenio por 6 mese y tiene todo listo... y todo parece estar perfecto y todo sera MARAVILLOSO!!... ese dia por la maniana... PUFF! como arte de magia llega nuestra amiga, sin previo aviso, una semana antes de lo acordado... y llega companiada de su grandisima hermana (mas crecida que nunca) Dolores....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;#!#*$%&amp;amp;^%#@!#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;#!#*$%&amp;amp;^%#@!#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME KILLA QUE ME COJAN LAS COSAS SIN PERMISO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killa la gente que te hacen una vaina KE KILLA y se hacen pa colmo la victima... y como si fuera poco se tiran al frente a decrile a todo el mundo que TU hiciste tal cosa o que TU dijiste tal cosa...... y esa vaina? pero ta loco eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan lo pana que van a cruza una calle y se te tiran arriba del carro practicamente... pq como ello tan hecho de titanio que ni una patana a 1000km/h puede con ello... Y PA COLMO SE QUILLAN CUANDO UNO FRENA DE GOLPE! y empiezan a echa maldicione..... si no fuera que yo se que me van a ensucia el carro me lo llevara a to!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y LO MOTORITA??? ni voy a habla de motorita pq ahi si e verda que me tienen que mete presa... a eso tiguere lo persigo yo pa aunke sea dale un empujoncito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan la pelicula mala... ME KILLAN LA PELICULA MALAAAAA!!! cuando uno va al cine y gata to su dinero (pq yo soy una ruyia que no trabajo) en compra la takilla y el popcorn y quema la ropa en una pelicula que tienen anunciando el verano entero, y que parece la mejor pelicula del mundo.... y cuando la ve.... ay dios mioooo.... lo trailer eran la unica parte buena, y ni eso.... ay dios mioooo.... ME KILLAN LO CLAVO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me killan lo viejo ignorante que por cosa de la vida siempre tan junto y vienen y te dicen una cosa, y tu de buena gente va dike "no, don, eso no e asi..." y tratas de explicarle... y cogen y se empiezan a rei de ti dike ke tu no sabe de la vida, que eso e en lo muñequito ETC..... va pa la mielda viejo 'el diab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAYYYY CUANTO ME KILLA... que tapen la cocacola mal!! (si es que la tapan) y cuando uno viene a bebese su rica y negrita cocacolita fria..... NO TIENE GAS!!! Y SABE A ICE TEA!!!! andaldiaaaaa....... no no no no no no no.... eso e un abuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me quillan la gente con la que tu no habla, nunca has hablado y nunca te interesara hablar pq chopo que son y te saltan dike "me tienes botado"... -_-' no relaje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya ta bueno... por ahora...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-114810354452877331?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114810354452877331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=114810354452877331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114810354452877331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114810354452877331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-killan-vol-ii.html' title='me killan vol. II'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-115265748197383408</id><published>2006-07-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:40:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nani ga ai nano ka??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;while chatting today con mis amigos I came to this one phrase.... Imma paste it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kiero un amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amor eterno as in... all your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beyond life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eso es lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pero... how can you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(por cierto whats dreams may come es demasiado apera )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(siii lo mejor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well mira... yo odio cuando la gente dice "you just know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;exacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Asturiana...Dios sobre todas las cosas...carpentina dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yo pensaba k tu me ibas a decir eso ahora mimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* BabyHood * I blog you dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pero supongo ke es como la muerte... nadie sabe ke es amar/ morir hasta ke le pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a mi no me gusta hablar de amor... it sux.... pero esa frase (no se de donde me salio) me impresiono bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-115265748197383408?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115265748197383408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=115265748197383408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115265748197383408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115265748197383408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/nani-ga-ai-nano-ka.html' title='nani ga ai nano ka??'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-115228279171338664</id><published>2006-07-07T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:34:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;life's odd, ain't it? I never ever thought I'd be blessed in so many ways... I'm not too much of a catholic... but I have to admit that big guy up there went over himself with these gifts he's given me... I could ask for nothing else (as a matter a fact I don't). I'd like to tell you about one of my &lt;strong&gt;biggestest&lt;/strong&gt; blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my own personal angel. she came one day into my life, I'm not sure when, and saved me from drowning (kinda corny, I know). I owe myself to her, I'll be in debt forever. But I never realized I loved her so (it's like I fell for her without noticing) till one day she came to me with battered wings. She'd recieved such stroke... while too busy caring for everyone else's sake she neglected her own back... and some heartless fool made his way through her deepest loving soul. And I was so blind not to see it in her eyes. She came to me half broken and I felt something in me burst into a million pieces. Every trear drop rolling down her face build up anger and hate in me and I couldn't bare the impotence I felt not being able to mend her wounds.  That's when it got to me, she's mine to look after. God sent this one perfect angel down to show me life and I could not let her hurt.. never again she could feel such pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Angels fall every day for us useless mortal beings, but who ever falls for them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You might know her... some people call her by her human name, Monica... but to us who know her true identity, she's Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-115228279171338664?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115228279171338664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=115228279171338664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115228279171338664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115228279171338664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-115130385811063597</id><published>2006-06-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:59:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back back back... way back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before the Internet &amp; text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; iPods.&lt;br /&gt;Before MIKE JONESSS&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX.&lt;br /&gt;Before the 5 hours of homework you put off every night.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN LIGHT UP SNEAKERS WERE KOOL&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs &amp;amp; paid $3.50 for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.&lt;br /&gt;When 2Pac and Biggie where alive.&lt;br /&gt;When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;Tag. Get Over Here!!!! means something to you.&lt;br /&gt;Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;Red Light, Green Light.&lt;br /&gt;Heads Up 7 Up.&lt;br /&gt;Playing Kickball &amp; Dodgeball until your porch light came on.&lt;br /&gt;Hopskotch.&lt;br /&gt;Slip-n-Slides.&lt;br /&gt;Tree Houses.&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoops.&lt;br /&gt;Reading R.L.&lt;br /&gt;Stine's Goose Bumps.&lt;br /&gt;The annoying Nano Pets &amp;amp; Furbies.&lt;br /&gt;Running through the sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.&lt;br /&gt;Getting the privelage to sit in the front seat of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Sqeeze It "Squeeze The Fun Out Of It"&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Saturday Morning Cartoons in your PJ's still wrapped up in your Garfield comforter.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Arnold, Doug, Rugrats.&lt;br /&gt;The original Power Rangers Or what about: The Secret Life of Alex Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Ren &amp; Stimpy. Double Dare. Rocko's Modern Life.&lt;br /&gt;AAAHH!! REAL MONSTERS. Wild &amp;amp; Crazy Kids. Clarissa Explains it All.&lt;br /&gt;Salute your shorts(CAMP ANAWANA) Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;br /&gt;The original cast members of all that.&lt;br /&gt;Kenan &amp; Kel. doug. magic school bus. flash forward. pete and pete.&lt;br /&gt;Legends of the hidden temple. hey dude. dinosaurs. pinky and the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Blossom. hangin with mr.copper. wishbone. bill-nye the science guy.&lt;br /&gt;Kablamm.&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget Snick? &amp;amp; Nick @ Nite with Bewitched, I Dream of Jenie, The Facts of Life &amp; I Love Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone wanted to be in love after watching The Wonder Years.&lt;br /&gt;Or nick jr. with face gulah gulah island&lt;br /&gt;When a screw was a screw&lt;br /&gt;When a coke was a coke&lt;br /&gt;Little bear under the unbrella tree&lt;br /&gt;The busy world of richard scary&lt;br /&gt;The adventures of winnie the pooh&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid was the drink of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Class field trips.&lt;br /&gt;POGS&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.&lt;br /&gt;When crack's what you were doing when you were cracking jokes&lt;br /&gt;When $5 seemed like a million, &amp;amp; another dollar a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;When you begged to go to McDonalds for dinner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;When Toys R Us overuled the mall.&lt;br /&gt;The wind was all that blew&lt;br /&gt;When you said i'm down with that it meant you had the flu&lt;br /&gt;Back when a hoe was a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the time when Decisions were made by going 'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming 'do over!'&lt;br /&gt;When a home was a home&lt;br /&gt;'Race issue' ment arguing about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in 'Monopoly'.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends.&lt;br /&gt;Being old referred to anyone over 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to skate as a couple at the local roller rink was like winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;Scrapes &amp; bruises were kissed &amp;amp; made better.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal to finally be tall enought to ride the 'big people' rides at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;When playing Nintendo was the hardest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.&lt;br /&gt;When Lisa Frank was the raddest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;When a candy bar at the grocery store was the highlight of your day.&lt;br /&gt;When coupons collected all year could get you a prize in your class auction.&lt;br /&gt;When the only thing you cried over was your mom being late to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;When stress was addition and subtraction.&lt;br /&gt;When friendships were as complicated as who's house to sleep over and who's to TP&lt;br /&gt;When shaving cream was just meant for play.&lt;br /&gt;When a first kiss only lead to cooties.&lt;br /&gt;When valentines day meant cards for all.&lt;br /&gt;When birthdays were a class event.&lt;br /&gt;When a friend moving away was the saddest day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought youd miss the 80's and 90's so much?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-115130385811063597?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115130385811063597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=115130385811063597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115130385811063597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115130385811063597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-back-back-way-back.html' title='back back back... way back'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-115040626224161080</id><published>2006-06-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:36:15.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how Jonny bEcame Jonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My one big fear (true fear) is to be rejected. Rejected among the ppl I love, that is. Being with LosQueNo I never fear that, though I've felt it once or twice... it ended up quite well xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We were away on our end-of-school trip. Long before we became LosQueNo. I didn't have a lot of friends (real ones) back at school... and I still don't (but I got the best ones in the whole wide world). So I kinda used to hang around Jonny and his pals like a fly around lamb chops... So one afternoon I was bored stiff and decided to go an knock on Jonny's room... hang (like a fly) but Jonny said they were watching something on tv and I couldn't hang out with them... I didn't quite get it, but he said the had this weird-ass agreement where there were no gurlz allowed in the room... I understood, but felt like SHIT, so I layed off and blinked back a tear or two. He said something as I walked away but I was to busy choking sobs to understand it... I whipped off my tears quickly, before anyone could see me, and started walking straight again till I felt better... I ran into Flo and we went for a bite, then we went to our rooms. After dinner that day we hanged @ the beach and I learned that all that "no-grlz-agreement" WAS A LODE OF CRAP!!!!!!!!..... so I felt more like shit... so I guessed it was the thought of spending another second with me (the fly) that made them (Jonny) sick. I felt something inside of me fall a million miles and break into dust, then I felt this HUGE sword stab my guts out. I tried to choke those sobs again and blink back all those tears, but I felt so rejected I couldn't keep it in. I pulled Jonny aside and said I was so sorry to be such a pain in the ass and that I never meant trouble, but to be his friend and part of his world... I don't think he understood it all cuz at that point I could barely speak (I cry bout most everything). *odd silence* then he said not to be silly and that if he didn't like me he wouldn't even speak to me, and he said he loved me in his own weird way even if I had wax all over my braces... (I had braces back then, and wax over them). I fell in love with that moment and I fell in love with my friend.. I still can't believe I have such a great friend and I thank God every day for him... He really is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-115040626224161080?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115040626224161080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=115040626224161080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115040626224161080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/115040626224161080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-jonny-became-jonny.html' title='how Jonny bEcame Jonny'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-114592963124792839</id><published>2006-04-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:45:04.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dios mio ke buena es la malta morena :p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pue si... tengo una presentacion en estos dias de belly dance.. estoy super nerviosa... subire fotos...&lt;br /&gt;y hablando de fotos... tengo fotos interesantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/DSCN4039_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 137px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/DSCN4039_edited.jpg" border="0" height="167" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se... por cosa de la vida yo naci anormal.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi mami siempre me decia ke ponerme de cabeza todo el tiempo me haria mal... solo ke no pense ke me haria tanto mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/DSCN4049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/DSCN3731_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 97px; height: 132px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/200/DSCN3731_edited.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-114592963124792839?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114592963124792839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=114592963124792839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114592963124792839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114592963124792839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-me.html' title='just me!'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-114477318401838232</id><published>2006-04-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:33:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;voy a retomar esto I guess... tenia desde enero sin tocar el blog.... pero... aki vamos.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;no voy a escribir mucho pq me estoy haciendo pipi.... so, I'll be quick... en resumen lo ke ha pasado en estos largos meses.... I left my hubbie.... ha sido duro... pero I'm tough enough to get through it... I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I lost my best friends, o por lo menos me he visto alejada de ellos, so I've had no one to talk to about all this shit... pero he conocido personas nuevas ke me han llegado a ayudar bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;La uni ta ahi, bien... y yo... I'll be ok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-114477318401838232?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114477318401838232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=114477318401838232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114477318401838232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/114477318401838232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/voy-retomar-esto-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113703584300745123</id><published>2006-01-11T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:19:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOw yOu're herE, but are yOu rEally?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/Broken-Glass-official-image.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/Broken-Glass-official-image.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I was supposed to count on you... you were supposed to be my friend.... friends help each other through tough times... well, this is the hardest I'll ever have to go through, and were are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;why did you have to make me believe I was really a friend to you? why did you make me think i could actually count on you?... oh really? can I?... well if I can count on you then how come I'm here all by myself crying my eyes out everynight and not having a single soul to tell it too? how come I'm so lost if you are reaching out for me? how come I feel so alone if you are there for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;why? why?... why did you have to fool me into trusting you? why did you have to leave me right now?... now when I need a shoulder to cry on... why?.... sure, between your girlfriend and your long lost pal where would I fit?... I simply don't and now I'm out on my own... right now... specially now.... it isn't my place to be anymore, eventhough u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;promised to stay by my side....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I needed you now.. I needed a hand to hold mine, eyes to look into, arms to pull me up......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;just..... broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113703584300745123?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113703584300745123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113703584300745123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113703584300745123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113703584300745123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/01/now-youre-here-but-are-you-really.html' title='nOw yOu&apos;re herE, but are yOu rEally?'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113700664245897885</id><published>2006-01-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:28:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/luacheiamulher1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/luacheiamulher1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;once upon a thousand dreams there was this girl called Dee.... she had one best friend... or so she thought.... they would hang out everyday and they would talk about most everything and laugh too... then this one day something horrible happened to Dee..... she got so depressed she could hardly wake up every morning.... suddenly her whole world came tumbling down and she found herself all alone... but then... it came to her... her friend.... she called him up knowing he could make it all better with just a few words.... but he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wasn't to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;be f&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/FatihConqueror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/FatihConqueror.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ound... he was too busy to help her out.... he had new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;he'd already got himself a girlfriend and his old pal was back in town, so now there wasn't much he could need from Dee....&lt;br /&gt;the words between them became fewer and eventually he forgot all about Dee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee's agony grew bigger each hour and the pain of a tragic loss mixed with a heart broken one too many times started to fade her away.... her wounds were never healed and all that she had left behind for her once good friend were now vanished...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time went by and no one saw Dee again.... but I do..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113700664245897885?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113700664245897885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113700664245897885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113700664245897885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113700664245897885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-113695193936668958</id><published>2006-01-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:48:47.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mEss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/William%20Zenisek_Identity%20Crisis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/William%20Zenisek_Identity%20Crisis.1.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;para mi es como si el mundo estuviese parado... ke mas da? se me pasan los dias y ni cuenta me estoy dando... o sea.. ke es esto?? el dia de mi cumpleanios cogi una manzana de la mesa para comermela, pero cambie de opinion cuando entre a mi habitacion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.. al sol de hoy esta la manzana sentada al lado de mi tv mirandome..... ke nunca la voy a sacar de ahi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me paso el dia sin hacer nada... me aburro hasta de comer... si es ke alguna vez me da con comer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya casi son las 12... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es tan poco lo ke hice hoy ke ni me moleste en ponerme los lentes de contacto cuando me levante... estoy ke me despierto a las 12 o a la 1 de la tarde como muy temprano... no como hasta las 5... y luego no kiero cenar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mis amigos (si es ke lo son) me han faltado... crei ke seria diferente... pero.... por lo menos un amigo tengo... aunke no sea e&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/William%20Zenisek_Identity%20Crisis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n las mejores condiciones....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113695193936668958?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113695193936668958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113695193936668958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113695193936668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113695193936668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/01/mess.html' title='A mEss...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113653105205429149</id><published>2006-01-05T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:09:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's my bd... I don't really feel like celebrating... I wish everyone just forgot....but I guess they won't... I hadn't post anything in quite some time... xmas pretty much sucked.... I almost split my wrists when I saw all the kids all over town playing with their brand new toys and then I saw all of Marie's presents under the tree... I feel like dying when I think of it... I miss her so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked her if she wanted me to call santa and tell him to bring her toys early... but she refused... she said it was unfair to make the old man come all the way from the north pole just for her.... it killed me.... I miss her so much.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new years sucked too... everyone was all into fireworks and parties... and I didn't even wanna talk to anyone... I fell asleep on a couch.... the worse part is I have 2 little cousins... a 4 year old and a 5 year old.... they kept on asking me if Marie would come... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway... some of my friends came tonight... I guess it went ok... they were into parties.. but I just tried to hang in there.... I get through taking some pills my doctor recomended....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113653105205429149?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113653105205429149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113653105205429149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113653105205429149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113653105205429149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2006/01/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113652969175724707</id><published>2005-12-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:09:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no se ni como voy a publicar esto... no se sikiera como consegui las fuerzas para levantarme de mi cama esta mañana... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hace 4 años, 4 meses y 10 dias me sente en la sala de espera de un hospital y vi como lo mas hermoso jamas creado abria sus ojitos hacia un nuevo mundo.... mi mundo.... conoci a Marie... instantaneamente entendi ke era mi labor mostrarle todo lo maravilloso de la vida a Marie... y sostener su mano cuando conociera lo espantoso... un solo vistazo a su pequeño cuerpo encogido me hizo entender que toda mi vida era para ella.... en ese instante entendi que nada vale mas... me puse a sus pies...... me pueden acusar de poner en pausa mi vida solo para ella..... vivir solo para ella....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/asturiano-hospital-room%28R&amp;amp;F%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 221px; height: 146px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/asturiano-hospital-room%28R%26F%29.jpg" border="0" height="190" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hace 7 dias me sente nuevamente a los pies de Marie... una vez mas en la cama de un hospital... pero su pequeño cuerpo ahora estirado... sus ojos esta vez se cerraban... y todo aquello que imagine tan maravilloso se perdio en mi mirada... ver su cuerpecito inanimado ante mi sin poder hacer nada fue lo mas semejante a cavar mi propia tumba... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuve lo mejor que podria existir... nadie podria soñar con compararse a mi Marie.... para que darme la gloria solo para ver como me es arrebatada? ya se que la vida no es justa... pero pq debe ser cruel?.... 4 años no basta.. no es suficiente... no alcanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se hace cuando se pierde la razon de vivir?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113652969175724707?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113652969175724707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113652969175724707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113652969175724707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113652969175724707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113332141393596512</id><published>2005-11-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:36:45.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fool AGAIN... goddamnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/broken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/broken2.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resulta ke yo soy una idiota mentirosa e irresponsable como yo sola... no me digas... resulta ke yo me paso la vida creyendome ke puedo confiar en ti y cuando doy la espalda ruedas los ojos... resulta coño ke yo soy una mierda para ti....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ke tanto planeabas seguir haciendome creer ke eres mi amigo? para ke diablos me preocupo tanto por ti y por kedarte bien y pq estemos bien?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mi ta coño bueno ke me pase por seguir creyendo ke la gente cambia.... y mas todavia yo sintiendome orgullosa de tener una amistad como casi nadie tiene... hasta feliz me senti... no joda... yo odio sentirme como una idiota y tu coño... cuantas van? pero apuntalo, ke te juro ke ya no mas..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sea, como es posible? yo abriendole mi baul mas secreto a un tipo ke cree ke yo soy una mierda, ke no sirvo para nada.... pero coño, coño, coño... yo no se ke diablos pasa conmigo ke por alguna razon divina vuelvo a confiar en ti.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero nada... today someone broke my bubble.... y entiendo ke es lo ke soy para ti... nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero se ke es mi culpa... you look down on me cuz I've set you too far up......... stay away now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grandes, como te gustan las letras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113332141393596512?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113332141393596512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113332141393596512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113332141393596512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113332141393596512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/fool-again-goddamnit.html' title='a fool AGAIN... goddamnit'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-113302557240288131</id><published>2005-11-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:28:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f*ck love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/FuckLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/FuckLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow when he wakes up he'll find I'm not by his side anymore, then he'll realize he's all alone... and late at night when he goes to sleep and find no one to kiss good night he'll realize he's gonna miss me.... I know he doesn't care too much that I'm gone right now cuz he's still asleep... he's eyes are still wide shut, but I know he'll realize I'm what he needs to breathe. He's gonna know he's a jackass, he's gonna know he's a fool...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this time I won't be coming back.. I really won't... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't believe it's really over... it feels so.... everything's just adding up.... he really is a jerk, how could he let me go? I'm so goddamn pissed... I gave every goddamn thing up for him.. and now.... what the hell am I to do now? I have nothing... at all......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113302557240288131?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113302557240288131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113302557240288131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113302557240288131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113302557240288131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/fck-love.html' title='f*ck love'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-113302618339902045</id><published>2005-11-22T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:05:39.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un despojo pa san juan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo toy conio sala e!... yo no se ke conio e lo ke me pasa... pero yo era feliz por Dios.... yo era una persona increiblemente alegre.... y ahora?? ahora ke? ahora para no cortarme las venas tengo ke pasame el dia con un pase de patillita antidepresiva.... no joda.... yo no se kien conio fue ke me kito un mechon de cabello pa hace un muñekito de vudu no joda....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo era feliz y sonreia... y con to y ke tenia la boca llena de alambre no me daba nada enseñarle to lo diente a to el mundo... era muy facil encontrar como reirse conmigo.... ahora en cada eskina estoy mal... no me dejan sola, no me dan cosas ke corten, mi desayuno son sedantes, no duermo por las noches, no sonrio mas..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;pq todo tiene ke pasar ahora? pq se condensan mis problemas? ke le debo al mundo?... ke mal estoy pagando Dios mio!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;y la gente ama morir... la gente ama morir.... todos me dejan... pq?? pq???? y nadie con kien contar, con kien desahogarme.... donde esta mi amigo? donde esta?? hasta el se canso de mis errores y mis desdichas.... CONIO!!! me cago en la madre....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113302618339902045?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113302618339902045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113302618339902045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113302618339902045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113302618339902045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/un-despojo-pa-san-juan.html' title='un despojo pa san juan....'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113211598144687326</id><published>2005-11-15T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:09:34.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ke lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/hombremuere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/200/hombremuere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/FuckLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me parece injusto como la gente ama ir a fiestas y beber sin medida y fumar hasta por los poros y hacer mil locuras... pero a la hora de limpiar no hay kien aporte un dedo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hearts are broken everyday, no voy a actuar como ke soy la unica persona en el mundo ke ha pasado por el final de una relacion amorosa... pero si voy a kejarme de haber sido engañada como un bebe. Me esmere muchisimo en esta relacion... en serio me esta matando pensar ke todo se acabo... COÑO.... lo hice todo... nada le falto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nisikiera se ke decir... no entiendo.... fck love, de ke diablos sirve? it only hurts... promises... "estare contigo por toda la eternidad"... pero a kien diablos engaño, si se ke nunca le importe?... El dice ke es por mi bien, ke no me puede ver sufrir... BULLSHIT... nunca le enseniaron a limpiar sus propios desastres?... you did this, now fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tal vez un dia me extrañe entre sus sabanas frias y me pida regresar, pero no planeo mirar atras... es mucho lo ke el tiempo puede sanar y llenar de orgullo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;por lo menos esta vez tendre la oportunidad de cicatrizar... pero si es dejarme ke kiere, ke me deje de un vez sin mas rodeos... y asi podre yo alfin llorar.... todo el mundo necesita tiempo para digerir la comida, no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113211598144687326?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113211598144687326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113211598144687326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113211598144687326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113211598144687326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/ke-lindo.html' title='ke lindo...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113203560265807629</id><published>2005-11-14T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:51:06.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/2-P.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/320/baby.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es increible como en las cosas mas inesperadas se puede encontrar la felicidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie solo tiene 4 años y ya ha llenado mi vida por todos los rincones de flores de mil colores y millones de sonrisas nuevas. Marie es capaz de reir en 7mil idiomas terrestres y kien sabe cuantos desconocidos por el oido humano.... Marie puede llenar de luz todo el universo con una sola mirada. Marie a sus 4 años ya ha alcanzado con sus dos pequeñas manos alturas que jamás un gigante podrá soñar. Me enseñó a volar, me adentró a los sueños, me lleno de ilusiones y sin saberlo, me trazo un millon de metas que me obliga a cumplir. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/3angel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/200/3angel.1.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marie controla todo en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me basta cerrar los ojos e imaginarla para sentir lo ke nunca nadie podra sentir jamás... es felicidad lo ke ella emana... nada nunca fue tan puro ni tan limpio como la luz ke brilla Marie. Es facil ver como flota. La nube mas blanca, el agua mas cristalina, el aire mas dulce... esa es Marie. Quiero morir si la veo llorar, no hay quien sea digno de sus lagrimas... Marie es lo mejor que me haya podido pasar... y dichoso el que pueda escuchar la maravillosa melodia de su intento de hablar... Ella lo es todo en mi mundo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con 4 años Marie tiene una vida completa, nada le falta.... es perfecta... tan perfecta que no merece la imperfeccion y crueldad de la tierra y Dios lo sabe... Marie no pertenece al mediocre mundo de los mortales... Su dueño la aclama. Marie es arrebatada de mis brazos friamente... Marie poco a poco se aleja de mi, me deja, se va.... Marie entró en mi vida inesperadamente, como una gota de lluvia bajo el manto solar... y se evapora lentamente sin que se pueda evitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/1600/1year4months.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5105/814/200/1year4months.1.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie a sus 4 años ya me deja... no sin antes recordarme que cada segundo me hara volar y en cada vuelo la voy a extrañar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MaRie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113203560265807629?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113203560265807629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113203560265807629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113203560265807629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113203560265807629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/marie.html' title='Marie'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-113133823502994229</id><published>2005-11-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:37:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no se me ocurre un titulo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me pusieron a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt; ex hoy (gracia libeee!!)... el caso es ke tengo cosas ke decir de el... o ke &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pensar... no se&lt;/span&gt;... :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hace ya un año (creo) ke nos dejamos... no es ke piense en el todavia... pero si pienso mucho en esa relacion ke tuvimos... fue linda.. y no es ke el me haga falta, pero si extraño lo ke fuimos y como eramos... y como era yo... si me hace falta la forma en ke yo me sentia cada dia... era lindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;podria trazar una linea en mi vida ke la divida en antes y despues de esa relacion... he crecido mucho... God did he help me grow.... no se si fue por el, por nosotros, o por la edad, pero madure bastante en ese tiempo.. incluso he seguido madurando y creciendo y a diario comparo mi mundo ahora y mi mundo cuando estaba con el... es tan diferente... en fin... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a veces me frustro pq de las pocas veces ke hablamos el y yo ahora me doy cuenta de ke lo ke yo pongo en un altar el ya lo pasa por alto... tal vez es pq soy hembra y el una bestia... pero it gives me the chills anyway....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O SEA! keseyo... pero... algo de importancia debe tener!! eramos niños cuando nos conocimos, experimentamos todo por primera vez juntos... fuimos inseparables, fue de lo mejor a pesar de todos los problemas ke hayamos tenido....... algo de importancia dee tener, asi ke no puedo estar mal si kiero guardar ese recuerdo en el baul mas seguro ke haya en mi cabeza.... y yo... yo hice esa relacion perfecta... lo minimo ke merezco es ke me recuerden.... eso si es ke fue real... cuz real love don't die so easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-113133823502994229?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113133823502994229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=113133823502994229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113133823502994229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/113133823502994229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-se-me-ocurre-un-titulo.html' title='no se me ocurre un titulo....'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-112923060123025878</id><published>2005-10-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:10:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENEFA 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, ke mierda... ke emocion y ke mierda.... yo me emocione mas kel carajo para esa mierda... ok... primero ke todo, ENEFA es una mierda... pero ademas de ser una mierda es un encuentro entre las distintas facultades de arq en el pais y se realiza anualmente en diferentec provincias.... este anio fue en st peter.... mire mire... eso fue una mierda.... desde ke llegamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo primero e ke no dejo de llover nunca.. pero eso no e culpa de nadie... llegamo to mojao como unos pollos a san pedro pq ibamo mojao desde la capital y con un mardito frio pq el aire de esa guagua taba encendio... entonce na... nisikiera fuimo al hotel, fuimos directamente a la UCE ke ahi era ke se estaba realizando La Mierda (nos referiremos a la ENEFA como La Mierda). Empezamos a bajar maletas y eso de la guaga a donde, para empezar, no cabiamos todos y algunos tuvieron ke irse parao.. ya ute ve..... La Mierda....... duramo como 80 año haciendo nada pq todo estaba super desorganizado y nadie sabia ke hacer.... nos apuntamos en unos talleres de expresion ahi.... parentesi... ni cuanto pajaro en arkitectura por dio......cierra parentesi...... duramo como 5 horas mas dando vuelta sin saber ke hacer hasta ke un panita dijo "bueh, vamono a come..." na... nos fuimos a comer a un pollo victorina... nada mas habian 3 opciones viables.... un pollo victorina rebosao de gente fea.... un mcdonalds lejisimo y jumbo, ma lejo todavia.... lo otro era una cafeteria donde te servian comida en un tapa bocina y un retaurancito chino donde rondaban una serie de alimañas raras..... ah si... pq en La Mierda no le daban comida a nadie! pero na... comimos... volvimos pa La Mierda. Otra vez a perder el fuckin tiempo pq nadie sabia ke era lo ke se iba a hacer, nadie estaba coordinando nada por lo visto y habia un pajaro desconcentrando a todo el santo mundo.... pero na... al fin nos dijeron ke ibamos a pintar una pared ahi.. a hacer unos murales... jevi... en el grupo ke me toco la mayoria eran estudiantes de la UASD... pa ke fue eso... tomaron el mando, hicieron una mierda y nosotros ni nos enteramos..... na... nos dieron una pared nueva para los exiliados del grupo de la UASD y un par mas... no terminamos de pintar nada pq no hubo tiempo....  pero na... por fin al hotel.. con hambre.... SORPRESA!... si.. otra sorpresa de La Mierda.... el hotel en el ke reservamos nos tumbo la reservacion!!! ESO!! WAY TO GO!!!.... ahora a donde vamo a dormi ochentipico e muchacho... fuimo a para al Coop Marena.... una mierda de la cooperativa de profesore del diablo y su hermano.....mire mire... eso e la cosa mas chopa del mundo.. ay jesu maria y jose... yo ni cene esa noche... nos obligaron a volver pa La Mierda esa noche.. a mojarnos.. pq eso fue... llegamos y nos dijeron recojan ke nos vamos.... entonce la guagua no llegaba... y La Mierda cerra y nosotro afuera mojandono como uno pollo... otra santa vez.. pero na.. cuando por fin llega la guaga cojemo pal hotel... yo me dormi pq taba apreta ya de la mojada ke me di... al otro dia a las 8 pa La Mierda. ke mierda.... llegamo a perder el tiempo otra vez pq no hicimos NAAAAADA... entramos a una conferencia ahi aburridisima... cuando fuimos a comer me cai en el lodo mas askeroso del mundo, me tuvieron ke baña con to y ropa los amigos mios... me fui para el hotel con mis amigos y alla me kede... en la noche dike habia una fiesta en la batey, pero estaba lloviendo mucho y yo taba apreta y no fui pa ningun lao... goce un chin con marivi y jorge y leo y lasya y eddy y la habitacion inundada....pero na... al otro dike no ibamos a ir pa La Mierda los revolucionarios, pero nos levantaron a todos dike pq nos ibamos directo desde La Mierda pa la capital (otra mierda, pero con meno bajo)... na desayunamos en la cafeteria ke no habiamos descubierto de la uni.... en la tarde fuimos a comer a jumbo... se nos hizo tarde y casi nos deja el autobus... ahi finalizo La Mierda... como ven.... fue UNA MIERDA!!!... todos los estudiantes de arq ke les hablen sobre una tal ENEFA acuerdense ke es UNA MIERDA....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-112923060123025878?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112923060123025878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=112923060123025878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112923060123025878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112923060123025878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/10/enefa-2005.html' title='ENEFA 2005'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10498032.post-112647264946372851</id><published>2005-09-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:04:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la huida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dio mio... lo ma jevi del mundo me paso a mi ayer... mejor dicho, hoy..... a la 1:30 de la maniana yo sali de la casa de mi amiguito beto ke cumplia anios y le keriamos hacer una sorpresa (pero pamela la arruino...... -_-) el caso es ke nos fuimos y en el camino para mi casa se me ocurrio ir a dar una vuelta por la sarasota (la calle de las prostitutas...) pq me resulta comikisimo como ellas se tiran encima de los carros....pues nada... fuimos (mi novio, mi prima, un amigo y yo...) cuando llegamos a la calle justamente coincidimos con una patrulla de la policia ke andaba arrestando a las prostitutas!!! y lo mejor del mundo fue ver como todas corrian a esconderse!! eran como en gta san andreas!!.... ke Dios me perdone... pero no me podia aguantar la risa... ellas parecian oler la patrulla de lejos! y habia un grupo de 3 paradas frente al colegio new horizons.... ke risa... dieron un solo salto por la cerca de colegio y se metieron atras de una caseta de vigilancia del colegio.... LOL!!! fue lo mejor ke he visto en meses....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-112647264946372851?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112647264946372851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=112647264946372851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112647264946372851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112647264946372851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-huida.html' title='la huida...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-112572199757069755</id><published>2005-09-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:33:17.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y dale juana al canasto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ahi vamos una vez mas con lo de las cicatrices......YA BASTA!! o sea... si, tengo cicatrices hasta mas no poder... si, mis brazos son un caos.... si! se ve horrible! pero ya lo se!!! pq es ke todo el mundo se empeña en recordarme ke estan ahi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;para ke diantres hay ke preguntar "ke te paso??" ES OBVIO, no? es una cicatriz, fue una herida... ya! no mas ke preguntar.... y lo peor es ke cada vez ke hay una nueva todos tienen ke preguntar como fue.... no es de su incumbencia... o sea, es realmente necesario?? I mean... por Dios... denme un descanso.... no necesito realmente a medio mundo diciendome ke tengo problemas psicologicos.... aprecio la preocupacion, pero una cafeteria llena de gente mirandote no es el mejor lugar para hablarle a alguien de sus defectos mas intimos.... ademas... ke le da el derecho a alguien ke no me conoce de andar preguntando cosas asi??? O SEA! donde esta la discrecion de las personas? ke paso con hablar a espaldas de los demas??? =s y guardarse las cosas?? ke es lo ke pasa??... no se el resto del mundo, pero si yo veo a un manco no voy a ir asi, out of the blue, a preguntarle "oye, como es ke perdiste ese brazo?" sin conocerlo! y mucho menos alante de todo el ke alli este.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;y lo peor es cuando hay amigos cerca... ellos tratan de suavizar la pregunta haciendo alguna broma... pero... como sea... no es correcto hacer preguntas como "y eso? trataste de cortarte las venas?" y la insistencia!! OH DIOS!!! ke es esto???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-112572199757069755?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112572199757069755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=112572199757069755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112572199757069755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/112572199757069755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/y-dale-juana-al-canasto.html' title='y dale juana al canasto....'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-111514595409548041</id><published>2005-05-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:45:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dos meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy yo cumplo dos meses con mi novio.... vaya novio..... vaya fecha..... vaya dia...... VAYA NOVIO!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resulta ke el muy interesante en los 2 meses ke tenemos siendo novios, en los 10 meses ke tenemos siendo otra cosa... y en los 5 años ke tenemos siendo amigos solo me ha invitado a salir UNA vez...... UNA.... hace como 8 meses......... no kiero decir ke es por desatento, pero si lo es... me incomoda ke para lo unico ke el es suficientemente hombre es para kerer encerrarse en su habitacion conmigo o kitarme la ropa en cada eskina.... PUES NO! pero ven aca?? y cuando se ha visto???? nisikiera a una piscina es capaz de llevarme..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y para recolmete del asunto el ve ke yo tengo toda la cuerda del mundo y un chin mas y no se digna a buscarle la solucion al liaso ke el mismo hizo...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo soy necia como el diablo y demasiado exigente... si, eso e verda... pero el fue ke se metio conmigo, ke se atenga a las condiciones.... oh, pero una gente ke esta acostumbrada a cenar con vinos finos como ute viene a dale un mabi?? vamo a repetano.... y keseto dio mio?? yo no me puedo pasa la vida en juego de carajito.. yo toy bien grande ya pa eso coro....... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo no se pq es ke los hombres no entienden ke por mas enamorada ke tengan a su mujer, desde ke aparece un tipo ke le pinte las cosas mas bonitas ese enamoramiento se va como el humo al aire libre.... empezamos a ver a ese tipo como un heroe ke nos mostro la verdadera identidad del ogro..... señoreeeee... ponganle asunto a los detalles ke esa es la unica forma de mantener la relacion viva y a la mujer feliz.... igual va para las mujeres... no se crean ke pq un tipo sea bueno y amoroso lo tienen en la palma de las manos ke eso no es asi... todo el mundo se cansa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-111514595409548041?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111514595409548041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=111514595409548041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111514595409548041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111514595409548041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/05/dos-meses.html' title='dos meses'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-111110871897550237</id><published>2005-03-17T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:22:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ke lo sepa todo el mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hehe... la cometi.... ya se dio cuenta ke era de el todo lo del otro blog (ke por cierto tambien esta aki).... pero na... yo se ke eventualmente el va a leer este tambien... y va a leer to eto fefere, pero a mi me da mani... SI E DE TI!! SI!! todo es de ti!! por BUENA GENTE ke tu ere... freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es ke... me da cosita ke el me dijo dike "taba leyendo tu blog y me senti como ke ALGUNAS de las cosas ke estaban ahi era como para mi" y yo dike "ah no joda...."&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo como unas ganas de decirle "SI, como un 85% de mi vida gira alrederor de ti caco e yuca!" pero imaginate.... e un caco e yuca... el cree ke a mi ya se me paso todo... pues no!! ay dio ke cuerda me da... no importa... yo tengo muchas cosas en ke pensar (como ke me estoy kemando en diseño y no se ke voy a hacer) como para estar pensando en las mortificaciones ke un enano me pueda traer... aunke no cualkier enano... mi enano dindo.. yo lo kiero mucho a mi amiguito... pero en tantos sentidos el se pasa ke ya yo ni se ke pensar...&lt;br /&gt;yo me acuerdo una vez ke yo hice un dibujo de el (un trabajo de diseño ke habia ke hacer el perfil de un compañero del curso) y lo hice fue de un lado todo perfecto y lindo y color de rosa, y del otro todo podrido y feo y dañado y el me pregunto ke pq yo lo veia asi.. yo le dije ke lo ke pasa es ke en un tiempo el fue para mi la imagen de la persona perfecta,pero habia visto tantas caras de el ke ya no veia diferencia entre el y el resto de la basura humana... no me gusta pensar asi de el, pero es lo ke ahora creo... para mi es lo mismo ke todos los demas... si, el es especial, es cierto.. y es una muy buena persona tambien... pero hay veces ke pierdo todo lo ke una vez el fue para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"his foolish games are tearing me apart and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart..." &lt;- si lo leiste... para ti mismito caco e zebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-111110871897550237?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111110871897550237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=111110871897550237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111110871897550237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111110871897550237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/03/ke-lo-sepa-todo-el-mundo.html' title='ke lo sepa todo el mundo'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-111060139586113823</id><published>2005-03-11T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:02:04.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desimportante para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo ke me killa de mi impulsividad es cuando meto la pata... cada vez ke hago una cosa sin pensar y resulta ke no es lo ke keria de verdad se me pone la cara de asno como en los muñekitos....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;El caso es ke en estos ultimos dias cometi el gravisimo error de simplemente decir lo ke pienso.. asi a lo abierto... a mi se me ocurrio ke kiero ser yo misma y dejar de pretender para mantener al mundo feliz... y se me ocurrio ke yo le podia decir a elena todo lo ke yo estaba pensando... lo ke me pasaba.... why, oh, why did I ever?? kisiera tener una makina ke me llevara atras y evitarlo... mierkina.. yo odio como se siente arrepentirse... y lo ke me killa es ke a mi no me importa decirle todo a elena... aunke se ke el nunca va a saberlo todo, nos faltaria demasiado tiempo... a mi no me importa ke el se entera hasta de lo ultimo ke comi fuera de este pais... lo ke me killa es ke yo se ke la unica forma en ke el se va a enterar es si a mi me sale de las entrañas empezar a hablar (como hice en estos dias) de mi.. cosa ke nunca hago.... yo se ke a EL nunca le va a nacer dike preguntarme "hey pq tal o cual cosa??" el tipo es un desinteresado.... ese caco e zebra.... pero na.... el caso es ke ahora elena esta mas o menos enterado de un chin de lo soy yo.. y eso me killa pq ahora voy a tener las ganas de seguir desahogandome, pero no me gusta dike agarrar a una gente asi a lo fucker dike "ven tu, vamo a atiborrarte mi historia la cual no has pedido escuchar..."... yo creo ke por eso es ke yo escribo tanto... no me gusta hablar y saber ke puede ser ke me esten escuchando por cumplir o tal vez ni me esten escuchando.... entonces tampoco me gusta agobiar a nadie con una habladera.... si escribo no estoy obligando a nadie a escucharme... cada kien lee si le interesa y cuando ya no le importe mas pos para de leer y mira para otro sitio y yo no me doy cuenta y no me afecta....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya me canse... no tengo lente pueto... no veo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-111060139586113823?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111060139586113823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=111060139586113823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111060139586113823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111060139586113823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/03/desimportante-para-ti.html' title='desimportante para ti'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-111017708502211243</id><published>2005-03-06T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:01:19.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo si toy loca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo ke a mi me da del asunto es ke YO SOY ER DIABLO! pq yo sabiendo lo ke la tipa esa kiere con el panita (hahahahha, cualkiera ke me oye!!) vengo y le doy palante con el..... no no no no no.... yo no hice nada con el, pero no habria dudado en hacerlo si hubiese tenido la oportunidad.... me habria sentido mal, si, pero lo habria hecho como sea... soy el diablo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y lo mas chulo del caso es ke aun yo no sintiendo nada por el panita ese yo se ke el cree ke kedan cenizas...el cree ke todavia yo estoy por el o algo, pero no.... y yo dandole mas razones para ke lo crea y se mortifike... entonces estoy yo de necia por un lado y esta la tipa aficia por el otro... ke pena me da... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;y peor todavia ke me pongo de hipocrita dike a enchinchar... ay no no no no... yo si toy bien... y se supone ke son mis mejores amigos!! y yo con todo un mundo por detras... me siento en un teatro, ay padre.... en la tarima con una cara y cuando bajan el telon otra.... la chama me llamo para decirme dike gracias por haberlos juntado y keseyo, ke se sintio muy bien pq el estuvo un rato con ella.... lo ke ella no sabe es ke desde ke dio la espalda yo tambien la di... ke mal me siento. yo no se como yo puedo ser asi, pero keseyo... kiero ser medio malita con el pana... resentimiento.... aunke la tipa no tiene la culpa, pero imaginate.. a veces los inocentes pierden (perdoname manita)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;La verdad tengo ke empezar a pensar mas lo ke hago.. yo no puedo ser tan impulsiva.... sh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-111017708502211243?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/111017708502211243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=111017708502211243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111017708502211243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/111017708502211243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/03/yo-si-toy-loca.html' title='yo si toy loca...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110964079748206047</id><published>2005-02-28T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:33:17.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas ke me killan (some)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cosas ke killan... vamono con to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan lo chopo ke trabajan en pizzeria y fast food shitz ke se creen ke e haciendole un fabor ke tan a uno y vienen con una prepotencia... pues no! ute e un rullio ke no puede hace ma na ke chopia asi ke callese la boca y limpieme la mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan lo guachimane ke con to y viejo y feo se ponen a piropia to lo ke le pasa por alante... helmano resignese! ute e viejo y pa colmo feo! y por encima ta tirandole frase chopa a gente ma fea! pongase a matica chicle mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan la cajera de lo supermercado ke depue de ke uno dura 5 hora escogiendo el tomate ma lindo redondito rojito y firme, cuando lo va a cobra lo jondea con to ke hata se eplota la vaina..... maldita fea del culo, cualkiera te lo etralla entre la nari carepeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan eta sarta e chopaso ke cojen dike "guey loco vamo poneno to ropa negra y a pintano como uno mimo raro y a coje pa acropoli a ke la gente se no kede mirando!!"..... nada ke decir de utede varsa e ridiculo... mochese un brazo y ute vera como lo miran tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan tambien lo anormalaso eto ke creen ke son como 900 vece ma inteligente ke uno pero tu le dice 3 palabra de 5 silaba y se tan racando la cabeza como uno mono... compadre, mejor encierrese pal de anio y aprenda a lee por lo meno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan eta goldasa ke se ponen una ropa to apreta y chikitisima ke ni una modelo se pondria, y entonce to mal combina y to eso mardito chicho dicen voy palla y esa grasa y to la celuliti.... mujel de dio! KE ASKEROSIDA! no sea puelca! si e ke no tiene dinero pa comprase una vaina ke tape ma agarre un machete al meno y arrankese lo pedazo ute mima! mardita akerosasa! no le enseniaron lo ke era un epejo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan la papita lays, cuando uno viene con un keso de come papita ke abre la fundita y encuentra 3 papita to kema........ ke vaina....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan la gente ke actuan como uno carajitaso y dike si se killan pq tu ere realista empiezan a actuar como ke nada paso y tu no existes, dike mirando pa otro lao FORZAISIMO cuando tu ta cerca pa deci dike "fulanito? ay no lo vi..."......... pana, vamo a se serio... mejor tirese de un puente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killa ke los hombre crean ke e obligao ke hay ke dale lo dello.... klk!? yo me tengo ke sobetia con cualkier feo?? NO! me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;killan ma kel diablo eto dominicanito come coco ke empiezan a kere priva en nadiesabeke y dike por se mejore se ponen a habla con uno acento de to lo paise junto y lo ke parecen e uno retrasado mentale.... pues no! resulta ke to lo paise son la mima mielda ute no e mejor ke un dominicano nama pq hable cantando bajo a nalga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me killan otro dominicanito come coco ke se van del pais a hacer un curso en algo (aunke sea a la isla tortuga a hacer un curso en trencita de moreno) y vienen creyendo ke tienen un doctorado en estilos capilares new-age  o algo asi..... compadre, ute pudo ta hasta en la alemania mas oculta o en el japon mas avanzado, pero ute sigue siendo el mimo pedazo e yuca de siempre y sabemo ke a ute no le entro na de lo ke le dieron... tan feo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ya.. aporten utede ahora.... yo pondre mas despues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110964079748206047?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110964079748206047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110964079748206047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110964079748206047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110964079748206047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/cosas-ke-me-killan-some.html' title='cosas ke me killan (some)'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952052732170233</id><published>2005-02-26T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T08:08:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y entonces?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy estoy super cansada, pero aun asi kise sacar este tiempo.... me siento mal, estoy enferma... tengo fiebre y me duele la garganta... me pase el dia trabajando en casa de una amiga y hasta tengo una cortada horrible en una mano, ke por cierto me duele bastante al escribir.... pero aun asi, si no saco esto de mi cabeza ahora mismo voy a explotar..... me molesta como mis padres tienen una opinion despectiva sobre todo lo ke es distinto a la suya... me molesta a sobremanera cuando les comento algo y ellos lo ponen como una burla, como algo sin sentido y estupido solo pq no concuerda con sus ideas... me molesta ke todo lo que sea correcto para ellos es lo ke existe en sus limitadas mentes y odio sobre todo como se creen ke son los mejores en todos los sentidos.... los mas humildes, los mas dociles, los mas cordiales, los mas justos, los mas amables, los mas honestos..... no lo son!!!!.... si bien caen dentro de la clasificacion de basura humana como el resto de nosotros es mucho. pq no aceptan ke todos somos parte de un gran nada y ke cada kien es peor ke el anterior?&lt;br /&gt;Odio tambien como todo lo ke hago, para ellos, es con la peor de las intenciones... si por desgracia de la vida pasa a mi lado un porche carrera 911 (mi auto preferido) y cometo el gravisimo error de mirarlo mas de medio segundo, entonces kiere decir ke soy la persona mas ambiciosa y avara del universo y ke me he llegado a pensar ke soy mas de lo ke ellos dicen, si me prestan un traje me hago la ilusion de ke es mio, pero tengo ke entender ke nada en este mundo es realmente mio y yo solo soy una vana codiciosa. Debo dejar de pensar en cosas materiales pq me he convertido en un monstruo y estoy totalmente desligada de la realidad... me creo demasiado y soy muy poco...... y todo esto por solo mirar un carro por 30 miserables segundos....... ke seria de mi si tan sikiera se me ocurriese pensar en comentar ke el auto es lindo?!?! ke diablos es lo ke pasa con esta gente??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952052732170233?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952052732170233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952052732170233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952052732170233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952052732170233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/y-entonces.html' title='y entonces?'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952551009801228</id><published>2005-02-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:38:49.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fool again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was my first taste of the truth... I went out with them... let's call them A and B.... I didn't know there was something going on between A and B until someone accidentally told me... it bites me that he didn't trust me enough to tell me after he said he did. You might think that I'm just angry cuz I gotta crush on A, but that's not it at all... I'm just mad cuz even though I joke about them all the time I never thought it was for real, and I hated finding out that way...&lt;br /&gt;Back to it... I went out with 'the group' (yes, that's us...) today and all the time they were like together and stuff.. and some of the comments they made made it very clear to me that it was for real, but they're hidding it... they like stayed behind when we walked and sat together at all times... yes I got VERY jealous, I know... but I was more mad than I was jealous cuz he lied to me AGAIN... and he always asks what's wrong with me and all when I look upset.. I wanted to yell at him so bad and tell him how mad I was (am...) at him cuz of all this... I'm not mad cuz they're together... I'm mad cuz he didn't tell me before and had me acting like a total fool AGAIN... I hate feeling like a fool.... once again I see myself waiting on nothing... thank you "friend"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952551009801228?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952551009801228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952551009801228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952551009801228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952551009801228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/fool-again.html' title='a fool again'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952581353999474</id><published>2005-02-18T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:57:51.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy spiked with pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust... where did it go? when did it even come?.... God I feel betrayed. I can't even believe it. Me tocaba a mi and she took it. Both of them did. And maybe I am jealous... so what? I have all the right to be... I can't even say 'how could he do that' cuz he has the right to trust whoever he wants... just as he can choose not to trust me.... but to make me believe he does and trick me into trusting him back? I mean, those words are tattooed on my mind... he wants me to trust him this way?? "me? you're not gonna tell me??".... as in 'me, your best friend in whole wide world'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got to trusting him again after what he did, but.... he's fooled me twice. I'll make sure it never happens again... I hate feeling this stupid, but I hate even more that it has to him that makes me feel this way... why oh why does he do this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry cuz I found out about him and her.... I'm angry cuz of the way I found out.... yes I'm jealous cuz he didn't tell me and he did tell her (he doesn't even know her that well!!) and all this time I've been thinking everything was so perfect.... I hate his guts right now...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is true... we are o.k...... just ok.... I'm gonna thank Jewel for this... "this foolish games are tearing me apart and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952581353999474?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952581353999474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952581353999474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952581353999474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952581353999474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/jealousy-spiked-with-pain.html' title='jealousy spiked with pain'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952529627051107</id><published>2005-02-17T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:40:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey, it is odd... have you ever felt like you want something so bad and couldn't have it that in the end you started hating it?... well that's how I feel about my best amigo...And have you ever felt like the one person you knew you could rely on suddenly became the gun pointing at you?.. well that's how I feel about my best amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so alone you couldn't even cry? have you ever hurt so much you stoped feeling pain? have you ever stoped believing in the kindness of human being? well I have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that he had to make me lose faith, I'm sorry that he never knew what he was doing until it was too late, and I'm sorry that things had to be like this with all of us... but such is life. We can never choose who we'll end up hating or loving, nor can we pick the people that hate or love us. But we can change the way someone feels about us or thinks about us without knowing it. So be careful, for you never really know what you're doing until you're done. Some mistakes take a lifetime to mend, some others we can never mend at all. I sure wish I hadn't made any mistakes with you, but more I wish you never made that one mistake with me, friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952529627051107?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952529627051107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952529627051107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952529627051107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952529627051107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-what.html' title='now what?'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952633128025798</id><published>2005-02-16T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:45:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope u read it boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick of wanting to be perfect for everyone and I'm sick of everyone wanting me to be perfect for them... I wish I was a better person, but I'm not.. I got issues, yes.. but please take me as I am...&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to be so perfect for him, but now I just wanna be myself for a change.. and I want him to like me for what I am, but as he says "we're too different" We are OK... that doesn't wreck our friendship.... we have an OK friendship........ why would I want an ok friendship? why did I have to be such a messup?&lt;br /&gt;If was to lose my memory but was given the chance to save just one thing I'd choose nothing... there's not one thing I can remember that I'm proud of doing. I'm just like an old pc u have no use for anymore.... the only difference's I have and ok friendship....but "time will tell"... I'm so done.. I don't want time to tell me anything! I want HIM to... just to be clear, I wanna know what is there exactly on his mind, what he wants or doesn't... what his plans are, I don't want to wait and see... and if he ever reads this (oh God, plz do!) then I hope it gives him the courage to face me about this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952633128025798?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952633128025798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952633128025798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952633128025798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952633128025798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/hope-u-read-it-boy.html' title='hope u read it boy'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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-10498032.post-110952666040979304</id><published>2005-02-12T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:51:00.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's my ass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't want to sound grumpy, but I trully dislike valentine's day..... I always get stuck with all those stupid lookin couples which turn even more stupid and corny and make me feel like crap.... I really don't enjoy this day... it's so freakin  comercial.... it's like you gotta get some huge bear you'll end up hating cuz it's full of dust for valentine's day or else you're a loser... and it's like if you don't have a date everyone has to look at you in a weird way cuz you're like an alien or something...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"omg, look at that girl!, she's        all        alone       on      VALENTINES... and look! she's stopping to buy an icecream cone!! how dares she?!!? hasn't she ever read the BIBLE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I mean, come on...so I don't have a boyfriend.... so I don't have a valentine's... so I don't even have plans with a friend.... SO WHAT!?...  I'd like to try and not care about it for once... and I'd like to forget about it.... but that's imposible cuz every frikin where you look there's an enormous sign telling you that you need to buy love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10498032-110952666040979304?l=atticblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/110952666040979304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10498032&amp;postID=110952666040979304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952666040979304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10498032/posts/default/110952666040979304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atticblogs.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-my-ass.html' title='Valentine&apos;s my ass...'/><author><name>Lola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212273720018344296</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></feed>
