<?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-7294036144363170788</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:32:32.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unperfect perfection</title><subtitle type='html'>Some people say that's a contradiction; I say I'm doing my best.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7023949847283549878</id><published>2009-08-21T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:55:34.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>un, deux, trois - ma politique à moi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/So3Eu3wcWYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tamYWnoSrVw/s1600-h/56.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/So3Eu3wcWYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tamYWnoSrVw/s400/56.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372166240043030914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tengan esto muy claro y que les sirva de eje en la vida: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el ser humano sólo nace sabiendo respirar, defecar y por encima de todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quejarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el comer es un hábito que se inculca. Y esto lo hallo fantástico. Significa que el resto se aprende. Por esto desde el primer día de nuestras vidas es increíble cómo vamos absorbiendo conocimientos: desde cómo agarrar el biberón hasta cómo limpiarnos el trasero. Una vez en la escuela nos enseñan teorías, lenguas, historia, matemáticas. Nos enseñan a ejercitarnos, a alimentarnos bien, a usar el computador. A forrar los libros, a usar uniformes, a sentarnos con la postura correcta, y un sin número de cosas. Pero… ¿y lo que no nos enseñan nuestros padres? ¿Lo que tampoco nos enseñan en la escuela? ¿Lo que mucho menos nos enseña la universidad? ¿Quién me enseña el mundo, el resto, lo que está fuera de la teoría? ¿Quién me enseña la práctica, la aplicación de los años? Papi y mami sólo sirven como guías a partir de cierta etapa, y los profesores sólo nos pueden ayudar a no dejar una materia por un punto. Considero en aún me queda demasiado por aprender, muchas vivencias aún por experimentar, muchos mares y obstáculos que superar. Pero a mi corta edad esto es lo que he recopilado, lo que he aprendido. Nadie me lo enseñó, lo aprendí sola. Cosas que no vi nunca en pre-escolar; cosas que no entendía en 8vo.; cosas que nadie me advirtió en bachillerato ni la universidad; cosas que no salieron en las Pruebas Nacionales (qué pendejada esa, de paso); y sobretodo, cosas que nunca imaginé encerrada en mi burbuja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; La familia es lo “má mejol” del mundo, lo primero y lo último. Es lo único que realmente tienes y que siempre tendrás, sin importar lo que pase. El resto queda detrás de esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dios es fantástico, nunca dice "no". Sólo sabe decir "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sí&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todavía&lt;/span&gt;" y "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te tengo un plan mejor&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Para las fiestas, los bonches y los lambes TODO el mundo aparece. Cuando necesites la ayuda de alguien o estés interno en una clínica, serán los pocos que importan que aparecerán. Estos son tus verdaderos amigos. Conócelos y atesóralos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Todo pasa siempre por una razón que no comprenderás en el momento, pero sí eventualmente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Al mundo no le importas. Entiende eso desde ya, supéralo y sigue adelante. Pero aprende a pesar de eso a que el mundo sí te importe a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Siempre da sin esperar nada a cambio. Dios proveerá y te paga por otro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No seas apegado a los objetos. Después de todo, son sólo eso… objetos. No te lo puedes llevar al morir, y nadie te recordará por tus bienes; sino por el camino que anduviste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Procura siempre que tus palabras no sean amargas, porque que mal sabor te dejan cuando te toca tragarlas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Los ignorantes reaccionan de dos formas ante lo que desconocen: o se burlan, o intentan destruirlo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprende a perdonar, olvida el rencor y el resentimiento. Te destruyen más a ti que al otro, y nunca tendrás paz en tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Agradece las cosas que tienes, pero se  humilde tengas mucho o poco. Cuando menos lo esperas todo se esfuma, ¿y entonces qué te quedará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Da gracias a Dios por las pequeñas cosas que pasan desapercibidas: el poder despertarte, tu cama, tu techo, la sábana, la ropa, los zapatos, los cinco sentidos, las partes de tu cuerpo, la comida… estas son riquezas que no todo el mundo puede disfrutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Desecha a personas negativas y el drama innecesario de tu vida, que te restan más de lo que te suman. Que absorben tu alma y drenan tu energía. No vale la pena. Suena feo, pero tendrás que hacerlo en algún momento. Alguien que te haga sentir así 24/7 no merece estar en tu vida ni tu en la suya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca dejes que tu felicidad dependa de nadie. Aprende a ser feliz estando solo en una habitación, sin nadie alrededor. Esa es la verdadera felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; La paz perfecta no es que todo en tu vida esté color de rosa. Esto es imposible. Está en saber mantener la calma y la paz en medio de la tormenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; TODO el mundo tiene problemas. No ahogues a los demás con los tuyos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Quéjate lo menos posible, pero no seas conformista. Busca el balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca juzgues un libro por su película.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No te vayas en rojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Te chocarán el carro nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lloverá cuando laves el carro. Supéralo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No ligues tragos a menos que tu objetivo sea morirte al otro día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Emb&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;orráchate un día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Usa siempre el equipo de protección reglamentario, ya sea practicando un deporte extremo, nadando, jugando o en las relaciones sexuales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Le caerás mal a alguien. Sin razón alguna. Quizás porque tengas más, porque tengas menos, o porque tengas lo mismo. Mientras tengas tu conciencia tranquila esto no deberá importarte. Es imposible que le agrades a todo el mundo. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Harás todo el trabajo de tu jefe pero por la tercera parte de su sueldo, mientras él/ella toma todo el crédito. Toma esto con altura y dignidad y nunca vayas hablando de esto con los demás compañeros. Di que simplemente haces tu trabajo. El mismo no pasará desapercibido, pues lo que está a la vista no necesita espejuelos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca, jamás de los jamases, te involucres sentimentalmente con alguien que ya tiene su pareja. No la dejará por ti, y no eres más que el pasatiempo. Además, piénsalo, ¿para qué quieres a alguien que le está haciendo eso a alguien más?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; La gente no cambia, sólo se transforma (esto no lo dijo Optimus Prime). Nunca intentes cambiar a alguien, aprende a aceptar a las personas por lo que son, y si no te gusta, sal de su vida. No estarán aportando nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No te parquees en sitios oscuros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Un hogar poco convencional no es necesariamente un hogar disfuncional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Te enamorarás de alguien que no te merece, y te hará llorar lágrimas de sangre. Al principio no lo entenderás, pero eventualmente te darás cuenta que la verdad duele pero te libera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca digas “es que yo soy así”. Es una excusa mediocre. Siempre hay lugar para mejorar sin dejar de ser uno mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprende a dejar ir muchas cosas. Aprende a obviar muchos errores ajenos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Más que hablar aprende a escuchar lo que te hablan. Luego, aprende a escuchar lo que no te dicen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No hay NADA malo contigo, simplemente no puedes forzar a alguien a amarte si no lo hace. Sí, duele, pero…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; De amor nadie se muere. Aprende a caer de pie como los gatos. Un amor que te haga sufrir no era el amor que te merecías, y estás mejor sin él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Olvídense de las comedias románticas y de los libros de Gabriel García Márquez. El verdadero amor poco se parece a las fantasías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Miénteme una vez, mala tuya. Miénteme una segunda vez, mala mía. Quien te mintió una vez lo hará otra vez. No te ilusiones con las personas que te ocultan algo siempre, no pienses que son “misteriosas”, simplemente son mentirosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; De vez en cuando, piensa en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; De quien menos lo esperas recibirás mucho dolor, mentiras, engaños. No pierdas la fe en la humanidad basado en una sola persona a la que no le importaste lo suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Se autosuficiente y no busques depender de nadie. Pero se lo suficientemente inteligente para aceptar cuando necesitas ayuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No seas “alucinao” con nadie. Debajo de toda piedra sale tremendo alacrán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; “La felicidad es una forma de viajar, no un destino”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aunque dos personas no se vean nunca no significa que no se quieren. El tiempo apenas basta, y no siempre se puede compartir tanto como uno quisiera con alguien, y eso no significa que no le importes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tu decides como reaccionar ante los problemas y las cosas negativas de nuestro alrededor. No culpes al mundo ni a nadie, lo que pasó, pasó; ahora sólo queda recoger lo que quedó y empezar de nuevo. Si decides ahogarte o volverte loco… tú lo decidiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Toma siempre  la responsabilidad de tus hechos, buenos o malos. Y acepta las consecuencias de los mismos. Después de todo, no somos más que eso, la consecuencia de nuestros actos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Una vez que usas una Mac, no puedes regresar a Windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; El secreto para una buena piel es la hidratación diaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Es necesario tener un amigo médico y uno abogado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Está bien a veces quedarse rezagado, mas nunca estará bien que te dejes pisotear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Si no quieres que algo se sepa ni lo pienses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Murphy era un hombre muy sabio. Y su ley se cumple siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; El karma existe y es eficaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; “Por favor” y “gracias” te llevarán lejos. Nunca, nunca, nunca olvides usarlas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; El consumo excesivo de alcohol y demás pendejadas es perjudicial para la salud. Te mata el cerebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No escribas mensajes mientras manejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No olvides de donde vienes, y nunca te avergüences de tu pasado. Después de todo, es todo pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tomar mucho agua es fantástico para tu salud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ríete mucho para que las arrugas te salgan por felicidad y no por malos ratos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No bregues mucho con tu cabello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Alguien que te ama mucho tendrá sus malos días, y no querrá hacerte mucho caso, y no tendrá nada que ver contigo ni significa que te quiera menos. Aprende a darle su espacio a las personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toma un curso de etiqueta y protocolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mono que se viste de seda, más mono se queda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No lo sabes todo. Ni tienes que saberlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No te enamores del dinero. Como un día llegó se irá, y con él se irán los interesados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Abre una cuenta de ahorros y saca una tarjeta de crédito. Necesitarás el historial eventualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca olvides una deuda pendiente. Paga rigurosamente. Nadie cree en los morosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No perdones a un hombre/mujer que te engañó. Aprende a darte valor para que los demás te lo den.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No te acuestes tarde los días de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprende algo sobre carros, algo de mecánica. A cuidar los carros. Cambiar una goma, chequear el aceite, líquido de freno, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No te cases con una idea. No seas tan tonto de cerrar tu mente. Mantén los oídos abiertos, y se receptivo con los consejos sin perder tu propia visión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hay una gran diferencia entre tener ambiciones y ser ambicioso. Elige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ten buena gramática y ortografía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Está bien ser diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; El sushi no es tan malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No regales tu cuerpo a todo el mundo ni a quien sea. Es lo más preciado que tienes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hay mucha gente mala mala, pero también hay mucha gente buena buena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Usa hilo dental, y un enjuague con flúor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No vendas tu alma ni tus principios. Son tuyos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las mejores cosas de la vida no son cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nunca se es muy grande para aprender a ser niño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y muchas cosas más que mi mente de elefante no recuerda en el momento. Mejor, eso da pie a una segunda parte :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7023949847283549878?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7023949847283549878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7023949847283549878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7023949847283549878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7023949847283549878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-deux-trois-ma-politique-moi.html' title='un, deux, trois - ma politique à moi.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/So3Eu3wcWYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tamYWnoSrVw/s72-c/56.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8855718952279289895</id><published>2009-08-13T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:05:56.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surrealismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SoQ4PRrdOPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sIC80SQlN1Y/s1600-h/dali-atomicus_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SoQ4PRrdOPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sIC80SQlN1Y/s400/dali-atomicus_gr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369478490827340018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ya mis sueños ganaron en surrealidad y excentricidad a los de Dalí. Después de anoche qué miedo tengo a dormir; qué terror y qué dolor me da la habilidad de poder soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando el hombre quiso imitar la acción de andar, creó la rueda, que no se parece a una pierna. Del mismo modo ha creado, inconscientemente, el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surrealismo&lt;/span&gt;... Después de todo, el escenario no se parece a la vida que representa más que una rueda a una pierna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guillaume Apollinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-8855718952279289895?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8855718952279289895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8855718952279289895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8855718952279289895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8855718952279289895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/08/surrealismo.html' title='surrealismo.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SoQ4PRrdOPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sIC80SQlN1Y/s72-c/dali-atomicus_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2225070091662559860</id><published>2009-08-07T16:59:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:49:59.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>neurosis de transferencia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;En esta ocasión, en una ciudad que bien pudiera ser Nueva York, me acompañaba Michael Dean; no sé de dónde salió, quizás de mucho pensar en qué estaba estos días. Subimos a lo que pensé era la cúspide de un edificio, el más alto que mis ojos habían podido ver. Desde el borde del aquel techo sentía la agradable brisa en mi cara y me deleitaba con el bullicio poco bullicioso de la multitud. Se sentía bien. Perdí a Michael de vista y lo busqué alrededor. Al encontrarlo me miró como sólo él mira, y subió por unas escaleras negras que parecían de emergencia en medio de un gazebo. Le seguí, aunque me parecía extraño que de repente existieran más pisos. Una vez arriba era algo más bien como el castillo del Mundo Mágico de Disney... con un hermoso restaurante rojo... y con un staff que se comportaban como profesores de kinder. Supongo que sí era Disney. Michael había desaparecido sin rastro alguno. Me acompañaba ahora mi grupo de amigos de la infancia, quienes parecían extasiados con la altura. A mí en cambio me comenzaba a desagradar, al percatarme de que en éste nivel no había barandilla ni nada entre el enorme abismo y yo. Por suerte llegó la hora del descenso. Nunca entendí por qué el modo de bajar era de espaldas por unas escaleritas tipo peldaños que iban por fuera del edificio. Sentí mi corazón palpitar fuerte y más fuerte. Vi como todos bajaban sin temor alguno, lo cual no me tranquilizó; en realidad me hizo preocuparme seriamente por la salud mental de mis acompañantes. Era mi turno... y lo intenté, juro que lo intenté. Pero no pude. Al momento de que debía ponerme de espaldas al abismo y colocar mi pie en el primer peldaño, el miedo ganó sobre mí una vez más. Quedé de alguna forma estancada en un murito entre los peldaños y el edificio, colgando. Atemorizada no podía pedir auxilio. Miré hacia abajo y casi muero al ver el vacío de la ciudad. ¿Cómo me metí en esto? ¿Cómo pasó? Mi alma temblaba, y se reflejó en mi cuerpo. Este a su vez sudaba frío, tan frío. Finalmente, luego de unos segundos que me parecieron centenarios, un chico y una chica vestidos con camisas negras y chalecos rojos (¿supongo que eran mozos o atendían alguno de los juegos?) vinieron a mí, me dijeron que no me preocupara, que pasaba todo el tiempo; después de todo, estaba siempre lleno de niños. La chica movió unas sillas y mesas, que sin razón aparente estaban justo al borde sin cercas ni protección. El chico de piel oscura y cabello excéntrico me extendió su mano. Para hacerlo tenía que soltarme del pilar al que me aferraba con fuerzas. Me sentía desfallecer del pavor. Sin saber cómo, extendí mi mano en busca de la suya, y me sentí tambalear. Tan cerca y a la vez tan distante. Seguía sudando frío y apenas respiraba. Mi cuerpo nunca había temblado igual. Cuando ya por fin lo iba a lograr, quedé corta. Mi mano resbaló antes de alcanzar la suya y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... desperté sudada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2225070091662559860?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2225070091662559860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2225070091662559860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2225070091662559860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2225070091662559860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/08/neurosis-de-transferencia.html' title='neurosis de transferencia.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4408989865068876341</id><published>2009-08-04T17:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:07:04.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>despidiéndome con pablito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta     noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Escribir, por ejemplo : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'La noche está estrellada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Oír la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Ya no la quiero, es cierto; pero cuánto la quise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;//Poema 20, Pablo Neruda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4408989865068876341?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4408989865068876341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4408989865068876341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4408989865068876341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4408989865068876341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversando-con-pablito.html' title='despidiéndome con pablito.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3314550907345260446</id><published>2009-08-01T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:04:44.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veritas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hacia la ignorancia, los humanos sólo conocen dos formas de enfrentarla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o se burlan de lo desconocido, o intentan destruirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3314550907345260446?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3314550907345260446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3314550907345260446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3314550907345260446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3314550907345260446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/08/veritas.html' title='veritas.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8528236796681741445</id><published>2009-06-25T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:08:30.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>animadversión.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La voz de la conciencia&lt;/span&gt;. Algunos me han llamado así. Supongo lo soy. Un recurso que utilizo sólo cuando noto que alguien necesita un jalón de regreso a la tierra, por lo que me ha tocado tener que decir alguna que otra “verdad” (las comillas porque la verdad siempre es diferente para cada quien), aunque no sea lo que se quiere oír, sino más bien lo que se necesita escuchar, no siempre éstas siendo las palabras más positivas. Hago esta aclaración porque  a pesar de ese papel que a veces he de jugar cuando los demás se acobardan, en general me considero una persona muy optimista y sobretodo esperanzada, pero a la vez muy centrada y con los pies donde pueda pisar fuerte. Siempre he creído en dar sin esperar nada a cambio, en el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;, que recibes lo que das. Si das positivismo, buenas vibras, paz y amor, se te devuelve por otro lado. El &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yin&lt;/span&gt; y el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt;. Ver lo malo en lo bueno, pero por sobretodo, aprender lo bueno de lo malo. Pero hoy… hoy lamentablemente necesitaría más fuerzas de las que quedan ya, y no le encuentro el sentido a mis palabras. Será posible que la mentalidad que a mi corta edad he acumulado se equivoque ya tan pronto? Hoy la vida me parece injusta, tan injusta. Hoy no creo recibir lo que una vez di, lo que di sin esperar nada, y por supuesto, sin esperar esto, y que no me queda más que colocar la otra mejilla. Injusta, tan injusta. La indeferencia tácita, tan alienada al dolor ajeno; la enciclopédica ignorancia, el olvido inevitable. Hoy las pocas esperanzas que persistían se desvanecieron, y el espacio una vez ocupado se queda otra vez como el recoveco que fue al inicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les aseguro que la vida es hoy ciertamente injusta, y así espero que se quede. Tanto que me veo obligada a atragantarme con lo que digo, pues no quisiera que recibieras esto que hoy das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-8528236796681741445?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8528236796681741445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8528236796681741445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8528236796681741445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8528236796681741445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/06/animadversion.html' title='animadversión.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8153716497532640244</id><published>2009-06-23T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:36:34.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>parsons, voy pa'llá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SkEfqltQQQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y64gLXsZnak/s1600-h/08-01-17_money8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SkEfqltQQQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y64gLXsZnak/s400/08-01-17_money8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350592648829747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Design Journal/Sketchbook, 9 x 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Ellen Lupton, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking with Type&lt;/span&gt;, New York: Princeton Architectural Press, 2004&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A Digital Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• Portable hard drive or several high memory flash drives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Package of several CDs &amp;amp; sleeves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tracing Pad, 9 x 12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bienfang Graphics 360 Marker Paper, 9 x 12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pencils (9B, 2B, and 4H)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Black Sharpie markers, from fine to thick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A black brush marker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Eraser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Gluestick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Masking Tape&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Steel ruler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Exacto Knife and blades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;• A scissors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Speedball Lino Set No. 1 Linoleum Cutter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Speedball Speedy-Cut Block&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Unlimited ride Metro Card for class trips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• $40 additional printing and materials fee due by the beginning of week 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Monies for Museum entry fees and additional supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que pensé que más nunca tendría que comprar otra borra o lápiz en mi vida hasta que tuviera mis propios hijos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cualquier ayuda monetaria que me quieran hacer, es más que bienvenida xD.&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/7294036144363170788-8153716497532640244?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8153716497532640244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8153716497532640244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8153716497532640244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8153716497532640244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/06/parsons-voy-palla.html' title='parsons, voy pa&apos;llá.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SkEfqltQQQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y64gLXsZnak/s72-c/08-01-17_money8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-317717297090990312</id><published>2009-06-19T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:01:42.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tun tun tun TUUN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SjvgV5gZTQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/B5ERhXzIHxg/s1600-h/2008-12-11-Business-Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Me vio. Nos vimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sé si fue cosa del azar o si, al estilo de Slumdog Millionaire, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;staba escrito. Pero ahí estaba, sencilla y esplendorosa, ajena a lo que me hacía sentir. De repente un nudo se apoderó de mi pecho, y desde ese instante ha permanecido inquebrantable. Ya apenas recordaba, pero Matilda me obligó a hacerlo. Me llevó a desempolvar a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quel día, a conciliarme con los recuerdos tácitos. Pensé en tomarla y llevártela, mostrar con ella el lugar donde habitan mis pensamientos. Mas  recordé que eso ya no era una opción. No pude evitar también recordar el por qué. Una vez más me inventé el momento que no pasará. Nuestras miradas se humedecieron al entenderlo, pero no pude dejarla allí. Aprenderé por mi cuenta a cuidarte Matilda, a cuidarnos. Y tu me ayudarás a remendar las vendas que a veces se me rasgan sin querer, por cosas del azar o porque estaba escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SjqblhVpHnI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NEss4o5O9fg/s1600-h/IMG_2843a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SjqblhVpHnI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NEss4o5O9fg/s320/IMG_2843a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348758576362495602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sjqbl4BZaoI/AAAAAAAAAyA/g7irwAJaEm0/s1600-h/IMG_2843b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sjqbl4BZaoI/AAAAAAAAAyA/g7irwAJaEm0/s320/IMG_2843b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348758582451595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pd: Ayuda. ¿Cómo se cuida un bonsai? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-5507772912016962857?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5507772912016962857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5507772912016962857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5507772912016962857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5507772912016962857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/06/matilda.html' title='matilda.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SjqblhVpHnI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NEss4o5O9fg/s72-c/IMG_2843a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5831310345022982498</id><published>2009-05-16T18:37:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:56:24.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la travesía...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... del que se va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mónica, coge el vuelo más temprano, para aprovechar el día", me dijo mi hermano. Así lo hice y, como siempre, todo en teoría suena mejor hasta que llega el momento de hacerlo y uno recuerda lo horrible que en realidad es. Salida del vuelo: 8:15am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quien me levantó no fue mi alarma seteada para las 5:30am sino la llamada nefasta de mi padre a las 5:20am porque según el "ya es tarde", sin saber lo sagrado que eran esos 10 minutos. Si conocieran a mi padre sabrían lo insistente que puede llegar a ser, OSEASE, desesperante. En menos de media hora me llamó unas 4 veces, una de ellas al celular que cuando fui a tomarlo, trancó, y llamó justo detrás al telefóno de la casa. Imaginen esa escena sólo que yo corriendo de un lado a otro en toalla y con mi gorrito del baño. Y sorpresa! Por esa llamada saqué el celular de la cartera y se me quedó encima del gavetero, quedándose con él mi &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;roaming&lt;/span&gt;. Y ganándome de paso el famoso sermón de mi padre de que "aunque a ti y a tu hermano no les guste que se los diga, a mí NUNCA se me ha quedado nada!". Todo un clásico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El aeropuerto, desde la primera vez que tuve la gracia de poder viajar, no ha cambiado. "A nosotros no nos dan sueldo, dependemos es de la generosidad de ustedes!", era lo que me repetía una y otra vez el maletero, hasta que le mojé la mano con la "propina", que es mas bien ya una obligación. Y me tuve que reír cuando me miró como si fuera una miserable por los 100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pesitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; que le di. Ir al aeropuerto me imagino que debe ser como ir al cielo (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o en su defecto el infierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) pues se ve todo tipo de personas: las señoras espléndidamente vestidas de la alta alcurnia (furufas), el que sacaron de los años '80 con su chaleco de mezclilla, el don humilde y perdido que viaja en avión por primera vez, la familia multitudinaria que no logra controlar a los hijos, los chinitos vestidos con harapos porque no les puede importar menos, el gringo que cree que porque habla en inglés se las sabe todas y es Dios en medio de tanta &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;gentuza&lt;/span&gt;, las parejas que después de unas vacaciones dominicanas parecen quererse más (será el agua?), los típicos &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yorkies &lt;/span&gt;con 20 maletas en sobrepeso; y así sigue la lista. La eterna fila de American Airlines... si no fuera porque el pasaje me lo compro con las millas, los mandara a la m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y fueron nada más y nada menos las señoras de la alta alcurnia las que quisieron colarse delante mío,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; para que vean pequeños saltamontes, que mono que se viste de seda MONO SE QUEDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llenadera de papelitos, zapatos fuera (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dignidad fuera&lt;/span&gt;), chequeo, migración, $350 pesos por unas Pringle's y un agua (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;), 15 minutos de espera... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;y despegue. &lt;/span&gt;De repente por la bocina solicitan a un doctor al anunciar que tenemos una emergencia médica a bordo. Nunca supe que fue lo que pasó, sólo que movieron a las personas próximas a la enferma, la acostaron en los sillones, y la cubrieron con varias mantas. Tuvimos que esperar cuando aterrizamos a que entraran los paramédicos y se la llevaran. Al salir, noté que la tenían sentada a un lado haciéndole chequeos. Como dije, ni idea de que pasó porque mi profesión poco tiene que ver con tocar el cuerpo de la gente, sólo toco su corazón =).&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Miami&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En la fila de migración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; me tocaron delante las señoras (se habrán colado?), las cuales decidieron que el mejor momento para llenar los papelitos obligatorios de los gringos era cuando estuvieran en el counter... Dios. Me revestí de toda la paciencia que el Señor puede dar, y respiré profundo mientras fui la última del vuelo AA680 en pasar aduanas. No obstante, tuve que devolverme para conseguir una dirección física de donde me iba a quedar porque no recordaba la de mi hermano; la misma acabó siendo la de un extraño samaritano que me dio una que conocía. Al llegar al reclamo de equipaje mis dos maletitas yacían solitarias al lado de la última banda del lugar, opuesta completamente a la salida del mismo... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recoger maletas, tirarlas al vuelo de conexión, caminar medio aeropuerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, encontrar puerta de embarque... bien. Por primera vez desde las 5:30am pude ir al baño y orinar. Sorpresa, sorpresa: mi amiga la &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mensual&lt;/span&gt;. Pero no os preocupeís estimados lectores, estaba preparada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami-Tampa. 12:25pm. El avión y una latita de aluminio bien pudieran haber sido lo mismo. En siendo cajas de televisores y no sé que otras piezas, sonaron todas a un unísono &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tacatacataca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;taca&lt;/span&gt;. El aeropuerto en Tampa es extraño y &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;, pero parece funcionarles bien con su Chili's y su Friday's. Me recibe mi hermano, no tan gordo como la última vez. Subimos al parqueo, bajamos, salimos del mismo... sólo para darnos cuenta de que debimos dejarlo estacionado para ir a buscar el auto que alquilaríamos para el &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt;. Subimos de nuevo, nos parqueamos, bajamos a pie, alquilamos el vehículo, lo subimos a donde está el otro y... oh, "Mónica, ten tu pasaporte a mano, te toca llevar mi carro". Primera vez que tenía que manejar respetando las leyes de tránsito. Para su imagen mental sobre las autopistas americanas (porque no es la que yo tenía antes de manejarlas) es tal cual las carreteras dominicanas, sólo que con el tráfico de la 27 de febrero en las horas pico. 3:30pm. TEMPORADA DE INSECTOS. Y no de mosquitos, sino de engendros gigantes y maléficos con cabezas rojas que se estrallan cual &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kamikaze&lt;/span&gt; a todo lo largo y ancho de los vehículos. Hasta en la calle se te meten en la boca. Al fin llegamos donde mi hermano a dejar los vehículos (cubiertos de bichos), para luego ir a ingerir lo primero que comía en el día entero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora son las 9:00pm, y estoy en el lounge de los estudiantes de post-grado de la USF (University of South Florida), donde mi hermano vino desde las 6:00pm a ayudar a un compañero con un plan de negocios; y para yo no estar haciendo nada, me logueo a una de las PC. Tengo sueño, no he dormido nada, y mañana a las 8:00am empezamos un viaje por carretera de diez días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya me voy, vamos a regresar a la casa de mi hermano. No sé si ya terminó el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pero sé que hasta el final del día seguiré pensando por qué no te despediste de mí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UPDATE: okay, ya sé por qué =). gracias... y va de ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/7294036144363170788-5831310345022982498?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5831310345022982498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5831310345022982498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5831310345022982498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5831310345022982498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-travesia.html' title='la travesía...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1348445732924136717</id><published>2009-05-12T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:34:00.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la breve y maravillosa vida de óscar wao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sgnc6P2rHFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ngtz9x_gWvI/s1600-h/Portada+Oscar+Wao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sgnc6P2rHFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ngtz9x_gWvI/s400/Portada+Oscar+Wao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335038126843436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nunca son los cambios que queremos los que cambian todo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Breve y Maravillosa Vida de Óscar Wao&lt;/span&gt;, de Junot Díaz. Fantástico libro. Lo recomiendo con entusiasmo! Tenía un buen tiempo sin haber podido leer (sin tener nada que leer más bien), y este fue definitivamente una buena elección para retomar el hábito. Una vez que empiecen, no podrán dejarlo; quedarán con ganas de que no se acabe, y cuando lo hace, querrán saber más! Una narración peculiar sin dejar de ser atrapante y sorprendente.&lt;br /&gt;Cuídense del fukú!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1348445732924136717?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1348445732924136717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1348445732924136717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1348445732924136717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1348445732924136717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-breve-y-maravillosa-vida-de-oscar.html' title='la breve y maravillosa vida de óscar wao.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sgnc6P2rHFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ngtz9x_gWvI/s72-c/Portada+Oscar+Wao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8064929256257893615</id><published>2009-05-08T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:04:27.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>conjunto de palabras que forman sentido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cuanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;más alto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; volamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;más pequeños&lt;/span&gt; parecemos a quienes no saben volar".&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F. Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgSB2V8-d5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ghqeaVkOxxE/s1600-h/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgSB2V8-d5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ghqeaVkOxxE/s400/19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333530629319325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-8064929256257893615?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8064929256257893615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8064929256257893615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8064929256257893615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8064929256257893615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/conjunto-de-palabras-que-forman-sentido.html' title='conjunto de palabras que forman sentido.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgSB2V8-d5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ghqeaVkOxxE/s72-c/19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-9156806002350075212</id><published>2009-05-06T17:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:52:07.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgIGLnckR9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/rOId6K6VOXQ/s1600-h/56527819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgIGLnckR9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/rOId6K6VOXQ/s400/56527819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831705397217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no queden culpas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;el cielo era muy alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;para alcanzarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-9156806002350075212?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9156806002350075212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=9156806002350075212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9156806002350075212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9156806002350075212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiku.html' title='haiku.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SgIGLnckR9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/rOId6K6VOXQ/s72-c/56527819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2567531677264296243</id><published>2009-05-01T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:13:19.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>paradoja.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfsQ7ZdA4DI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MW6nHSBeBtc/s1600-h/bla6l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfsQ7ZdA4DI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MW6nHSBeBtc/s400/bla6l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873196554018866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aprendí el silencio de los habladores, la tolerancia de los intolerantes, y la bondad de los no bondadosos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿Cómo saber qué es el bien sin conocer el mal? ¿Cómo distingo color si no veo lo negro? ¿Cómo existir el cielo sin el infierno? ¿Cómo saber qué es vivir sin la muerte? ¿Cómo conocieran los ricos sus riquezas si no existieran los pobres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Supongo que hoy entonces aprendí lo que es la felicidad de la tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/7294036144363170788-2567531677264296243?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2567531677264296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2567531677264296243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2567531677264296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2567531677264296243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/05/paradoja.html' title='paradoja.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfsQ7ZdA4DI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MW6nHSBeBtc/s72-c/bla6l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1123468360028808607</id><published>2009-04-30T11:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:33:25.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mamá gallina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfnDRpkib7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/zWmuch_Jqa8/s1600-h/81504756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfnDRpkib7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/zWmuch_Jqa8/s400/81504756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330506341953990578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El otro día me acordé de ti. De tu locución sin fabricar y díficil de olvidar. Me acordé de tu libertad de expresión, de tu vivir casual, de como lo sencillo lo complicabas, como lo complicado lo simplificabas. Y el otro día también te extrañé. Tus actos de la más pura abstracción; tu licenciatura en el pensar, no en el saber. Tus escritos sólo compresibles por una cabeza similar a la tuya, mas nunca una igual. Tu pecho mayúsculo y reconfortante para esos días estresantes, los que aún recuerdo tan fáciles de vivir junto a tu serenidad implacable. Los paseos sin fin en los que se llenaban los silencios con ruidos estridentes que nos atrevimos a llamar canciones. La familia feliz que con sólo amor maternal te lanzaste a mantener, y sé que fue duro con eso de ser madre soltera de 5 hijos de diferentes padres. Retumban aún por aquí las carcajadas impregnadas de esa droga que parecía no acabarse, esa llamada oxígeno. Las confesiones hechas y las nunca habladas,  los vaivenes a la cafetería y a la temible plazoleta, las clases tomadas a medias porque hablar de nada y reírse de todo bajo los efectos de aquella Coca Cola de extraña procedencia ocupaba más tiempo del que debiera. Definitivamente el otro día me quedé adherida a tu recuerdo, y no supe desprenderme de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1123468360028808607?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1123468360028808607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1123468360028808607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1123468360028808607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1123468360028808607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/mama-gallina.html' title='mamá gallina.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfnDRpkib7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/zWmuch_Jqa8/s72-c/81504756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6170814188580027334</id><published>2009-04-27T15:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:42:24.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tan adjetiva que conjugo sustantivos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfYWbe90K1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/VHgNPBQhcHI/s1600-h/copia_de_la_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfYWbe90K1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/VHgNPBQhcHI/s400/copia_de_la_original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329471870464174930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi nombre es Mónica Arias Román, y no fui planeada. Única e irrepetible, de padres divorciados y de un hogar poco tradicional. No respiro bien bajo tensión, tengo los brazos extrañamente largos, soy huesuda y mi cabello nunca crecerá por debajo de mis hombros. Mi nariz me la torcí por no hacer caso a dejar de estrujármela como loca. La menstruación aumenta mis hormonas y acelera mi ritmo ya acelerado de nacimiento. Me dan asco las cosas mojadas, y le tengo pavor a todas las agujas. Aún me ponen curitas de Snoopy porque lloro cada vez que me sacan sangre; soy llorona de profesión y sarcástica por selección natural. Desde pequeña me cantaban &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“salías del templo un día, llorona…”&lt;/span&gt; y con mucha razón, mi sensibilidad no tiene comparación. Lloro en películas de drama, acción, comedia y sobretodo de muñequitos. Estoy en contra de ver series/películas/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lo que sea&lt;/span&gt; online, pero soy fiel a la piratería. No hay nada más grotesco que un granito de arroz en la mesa… mójenlo y me verán desmayar. Aprendí a hablar desde muy pequeña y desde entonces no he cesado, sin embargo aprendí a callar lo que llevo más adentro. Lo que más me atrae hacia alguien no es su aspecto, sino su olor. Nada me gusta más que el olor a chico limpio o el perfume de hombre. La “supercucarachafobia” fue una palabra que me vi obligada a inventar porque mi temor, digo, “respeto” hacia las cucarachas y demás insectos supera cualquier término ya existente.   Me emocionan los regalos baratos, y nunca me han impresionado los objetos caros. Vivo de la contradicción y me doy soporte con los muñecos animados. Me aterra la palabra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; y llamar por telefóno a cualquier lado. Marimachito de corazón: amo los videojuegos y un buen partido de fútbol. No soy competitiva mas me gusta ganar. Cuento en mi cabeza los objetos que se repiten a ver si son un número par, y de no serlo, siento un serio desbalance físico. No soy la más organizada pero todo a mi vista debe encajar. No distingo entre derecha e izquierda sin antes pensarlo unos segundos. Detesto la superficialidad pero amo el buen gusto. Prefiero ser líder y que las cosas se hagan a mi manera, aunque por no herir a alguien a veces los dejo guiar. Como maniática de la gramática procuro no dejar fuera ningún acento ni signo de puntuación, y si te equivocas, créeme que no podré evitar corregirte. Considero que los que aún no conocen la diferencia entre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; merecen ser lapidados, para luego ser sentados a escuchar el CD completo de Aventura en sonido surround hasta la muerte segura. Dios nos libre de otro CD de Aventura. Ávida y sedienta extrema de la verdad, y curiosa por cosas nuevas. Soy poco constante con las actividades. El único hobby constante en mi vida es la fotografía y el diseño, e incluso eso por momentos me aburre. Los engaños y las mentiras las veo innecesarias, por eso suelo ser en exceso sincera, sin buscar irrespetar a los demás. Yo te ofrezco todo mi respeto, pero en el momento que me lo faltes, me diste luz verde para pensar menos de ti. Cuando fui a tratarme mi gastritis el doctor me miró de arriba abajo y preguntó si me trataría por anorexia. Soy una half-elf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rogue Lvl. 2-Sorcerer Lvl. 2; &lt;/span&gt;sí, juego y amo Dungeons&amp;amp;Dragons, pero no tanto como al PS3, mi PSP Slim y las Final Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, estoy lejos de ser perfecta, mucho menos normal. Nada tengo, y nada soy. Pero te las ingeniaste para encontrar que robar en mí. ¿Me lo puedes devolver todo? Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geno&lt;/span&gt;, ya, estás incluida en este post -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6170814188580027334?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6170814188580027334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6170814188580027334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6170814188580027334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6170814188580027334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/tan-adjetiva-que-conjugo-sustantivos.html' title='tan adjetiva que conjugo sustantivos.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SfYWbe90K1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/VHgNPBQhcHI/s72-c/copia_de_la_original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-845041421920729577</id><published>2009-04-22T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:53:33.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el internet no miente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se91s6ZhlPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dd1vgxMhYtI/s1600-h/2485_4181.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se91s6ZhlPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dd1vgxMhYtI/s400/2485_4181.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606298653594866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-845041421920729577?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/845041421920729577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=845041421920729577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/845041421920729577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/845041421920729577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-internet-no-miente.html' title='el internet no miente.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se91s6ZhlPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dd1vgxMhYtI/s72-c/2485_4181.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7022532119929535314</id><published>2009-04-21T17:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:32:23.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clases de anatomía.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahora que finalmente late, es cuando no estás para comprobarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se5F5EfWS5I/AAAAAAAAArs/CGRb7vclKO0/s1600-h/1217278752_resized.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se5F5EfWS5I/AAAAAAAAArs/CGRb7vclKO0/s400/1217278752_resized.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327272255985961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7022532119929535314?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7022532119929535314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7022532119929535314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7022532119929535314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7022532119929535314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/clases-de-anatomia.html' title='clases de anatomía.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se5F5EfWS5I/AAAAAAAAArs/CGRb7vclKO0/s72-c/1217278752_resized.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2083979491169218098</id><published>2009-04-21T11:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:32:15.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>derrízate y sé feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se3wQYjBHmI/AAAAAAAAArc/g5bWFLZkXaM/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se3wQYjBHmI/AAAAAAAAArc/g5bWFLZkXaM/s400/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178098507062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="eLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="eLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="eLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt; (&lt;a&gt;Del&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; somniāre).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="verbo transitivo"&gt;tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Representarse en la fantasía imágenes o sucesos mientras se duerme.&lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado también como intransitivo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="verbo transitivo"&gt;tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Discurrir fantásticamente y dar por cierto y seguro lo que no lo es.&lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado también como intransitivo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="verbo transitivo"&gt;tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Temblar a alguien, acordarse de su venganza o castigo.&lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado, usada o usadas más como amenaza"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eEjemplo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="verbo intransitivo"&gt;intr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anhelar persistentemente algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eEjemplo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que nacemos soñamos. No directamente, pero los padres se encargan de  encaminarnos al proceso. Sueñan con nuestros nombres y cómo sonarán, sueñan con nuestros logros académicos, con nuestra personalidad atrayente, con las conversaciones a la hora del café en el que se desviven hablando de cuan maravilloso es su hijo en los deportes, o cuan inteligente es la hermosa de su hija; y hasta sueñan con las parejas que tendrán. Planifican las bodas, los atuendos que usarán, y por sobretodo, los nietos hermosos que tendrán. Sí, soñamos, mucho antes de siquiera aprender a respirar fuera del vientre cálido y seguro de nuestras madres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al ir creciendo, desarrollamos por nuestra cuenta esa catastrófica habilidad de soñar, porque siempre nos dijeron que “es gratis”. Soñamos con los paseos de la escuela para luego soñar con algo más aspiracional como pasar matemáticas. De pronto, se nos alborotan las hormonas y no soñamos más que con el primer beso, la primera salida, el primer roce, con la pubertad (la maldita pubertad) para dejar en el olvido nuestro pecho plano y nuestro cuerpo sin curvas; soñamos con la mirada de Luisito a través del salón, las moscas de mantequilla en el estómago y como ganarle en la tonta de la chica nueva que es más bonita que tú y que la pubertad no parece odiarla a ella tanto como a ti. Luego todo se detiene. Aquel mundo seguro donde la mayor de nuestras preocupaciones era el pantalón bajito de moda, quedó atrás. Asustados, entramos a un mundo más real, donde a los profesores no les importará si por un punto repetirás el curso, y donde ya a tus compañeros no les tendrás que agradar, pero te morirás por buscar su aprobación, y la mayoría apenas recordará quien eres. Es entonces cuando nos preparamos para soñar en grande. Ni bien acabada la universidad, ya pensamos en los postgrados, en los masters, en irnos a pasar un verano en el extranjero y culturizarnos. Soñamos con un Summa Cum Laude; las grandes ofertas laborales que nos lloverán, el trabajo que elegiremos y nos hará saltar de la cama en las mañanas, con los compañeros buena gente que tendremos, con las fiestas que nos daremos, con el novio que me casaré mucho antes de cumplir los 30. No nos detenemos ahí. Soñamos el nombre de los hijos, las navidades en familia, y pasar la vejez en compañía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt; es que nuestros padres para empezar no nos tenían ni planeado, y mucho menos tenían idea de que nombre ponernos y acabaron llamándonos como un canción. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt;  es que nos irá mal en alguna clase, nos castigarán y no podremos ir al cumpleaños de Luisito, que en realidad a quien miraba a través del salón era a la nueva, no a ti. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt; es que tu primer beso será asqueroso, lleno de saliva y con unas cuantas cortadas por los frenillos que te pusieron para arreglar tu desastre bucal. Tu pecho plano se quedará plano, hasta que conozcas los anticonceptivos. Pronto aprendes que las moscas de mantequilla lo que necesitan es Baygon, porque de quien te enamorarás perdidamente no te apreciará como mereces. L&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a verdad&lt;/span&gt; es que una vez en la universidad te darás cuenta que nadie es lo que parece, y que tu amigo no es el que fue a jartarse y emborracharse contigo en tu cumpleaños, sino aquel que te llamó la atención cuando hiciste mal, pero al mismo tiempo lloró contigo tus malos ratos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad…&lt;/span&gt; es que el postgrado o el master es lo que más vas a querer aplazar, y tu familia, con la que te rehusabas a compartir en tu adolescencia, es lo que más extrañarás y necesitarás cuando te vayas a ese esperado verano en el extranjero en el que te “des-culturizarás”. Si en serio te gradúas, no te sorprendas si el Summa se convierte en Magna, Chepa o Sin Cum Laude. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt; es que el trabajo por el que tuviste que rogar se verá como suficiente al principio, para luego darte cuenta que haces todo el trabajo de tu jefe y sientes como te va devorando el alma y consumiendo el tiempo, por una paga que nunca te parecerá justa. De tus compañeros unos cuantos valdrán la pena, los demás estarán muy ocupados apuñalándote por la espalda como para que importen. El novio ideal no lo verás por parte. Puede que llegues a los 30 con ni siquiera un prospecto decente. Si consigues uno que sirva y que se vuelva lo suficientemente loco como para que querer casarse, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la verdad &lt;/span&gt;es que existe la crisis de los 40, y quizás se busque una carne más fresca y menos arrugada, cuyos senos aún estén arriba, redondos y sin estrías, y su vagina no haya visto salir a tres hijos. Lo siento, la cirugía plástica no va a hacer que se quede. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt; es que existen los divorcios y la separación de bienes. Puede que te encuentres con más de 40, sola, y con tres hijos que ya empezaron a hacer su vida aparte. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad &lt;/span&gt;es que puede ser que mueras sin compañero, y que tus amigos mueran primero que tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciertamente nos pasamos la vida soñando… en cosas estúpidas. Nos vemos envueltos en un torbellino de sueños que ni toda la eternidad más un día nos fuera suficiente para cumplirlos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La verdad&lt;/span&gt;, es que los sueños no son tan malos. Representan la esperanza a la que nos aferramos ávidamente en estos tiempos turbios. El problema yace en nosotros mismos. Nos la pasamos pensando que todo será de acuerdo a nuestros planes, y obviamos las cosas que estaban fuera de nuestra zona de confort por temor a equivocarnos, sin saber que la equivocación es andar con anteojeras en la cara, estropeando nuestra perspectiva. Nos aterra perder el control, y ver algo que antes rehusábamos reconocer hasta en nosotros mismos. No busco dar negatividad, busco abrir los ojos. La vida rara vez resulta como la soñamos y no por eso deja de ser fantástica si así nos lo proponemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la verdad…&lt;/span&gt; hay que dejar de soñar y empezar a vivir. Dejemos de planear tanto, derrízate y sé feliz. Por poco que parezca. Alguien que alguna vez conocí sabiamente me dijo "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si te hace feliz, no es poco nada, es mucho"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2083979491169218098?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2083979491169218098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2083979491169218098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2083979491169218098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2083979491169218098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/argumento.html' title='derrízate y sé feliz.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Se3wQYjBHmI/AAAAAAAAArc/g5bWFLZkXaM/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3042523146174966779</id><published>2009-04-20T12:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:37:47.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>que NO hacer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sey_oFndhaI/AAAAAAAAArE/mRn8FZDVCo8/s1600-h/44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sey_oFndhaI/AAAAAAAAArE/mRn8FZDVCo8/s400/44.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326843154695816610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are 50 simple things you must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; do if you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; interested in someone. Real simple, people. If you don't have any true intentions with someone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; doing the things listed below, since they can make someone actually crazy enough to fall for you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to what she has to say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember what she says. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paying attention even when she isn’t around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let her know she comes into your mind even when she isn’t around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compliment her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make her smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give her enough space to maintain her desired Independence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be there when she needs you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t let her get away with disrespecting you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be worthy of her trust, and expect her to trust you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make her feel welcome in your home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do something out of your comfort zone, especially for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give her something to look forward to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make things special without spending any money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh off the small mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress up for her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be active together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send her a random e-mail. Or an IM. Or a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneak a note into her pocket.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explore a new place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlock her car door first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind your manners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give her an endearing pet name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep your sexual business private.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her opinion on different things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encourage her in her passions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misbehave together once in awhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminisce. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take those photo booth pictures together in the mall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile, smile, smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go traditional, and get her flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy tickets to a special event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the perfect gentleman around her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a fortune cookie made up with a hilarious message inside, that could only be for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be honest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell your friends that she’s great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrestle. Play. Tickle her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you’ve been together for awhile, kiss her like it’s the first time all over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it’s your first kiss, start off gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look through photo albums with her Mom, if she invites you to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make her feel smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give her credit where credit is due. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know she’s coming over after a long day, draw up a big bubble bath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write her a poem, or make her a song, paint her a picture. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care in the details.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you do everything listed above, and yet you don't have any real intentions with that person... then congratulations, you made your way to becoming a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JERK =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PD. perdón que está en inglés, así encontré el artículo original, y lo cambié a mi gusto en vez de ponerme a traducir :p. Igual el mensaje persiste y espero que llegue al público &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meta&lt;/span&gt;. Merci beaucoup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3042523146174966779?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3042523146174966779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3042523146174966779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3042523146174966779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3042523146174966779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-no-hacer.html' title='que NO hacer.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Sey_oFndhaI/AAAAAAAAArE/mRn8FZDVCo8/s72-c/44.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1341176590169882573</id><published>2008-12-10T15:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:40:22.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el lo que quiere es volar, volar, volar y volar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Déjenlo volar, pol favooool! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlqlvoPB5Bs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlqlvoPB5Bs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1341176590169882573?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1341176590169882573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1341176590169882573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1341176590169882573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1341176590169882573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-lo-que-quiere-es-volar-volar-volar-y.html' title='el lo que quiere es volar, volar, volar y volar.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1023372678310409159</id><published>2008-12-10T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:50.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG send it!!!!11111one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ST_U6uC8sfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mrUlSg3mnEo/s1600-h/nothingwilleverhappenwiththis_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ST_U6uC8sfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mrUlSg3mnEo/s400/nothingwilleverhappenwiththis_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278171393559409138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1023372678310409159?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1023372678310409159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1023372678310409159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1023372678310409159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1023372678310409159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-send-it11111one.html' title='OMG send it!!!!11111one.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ST_U6uC8sfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mrUlSg3mnEo/s72-c/nothingwilleverhappenwiththis_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7484576947849134329</id><published>2008-12-05T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:44:26.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smile, smile, smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un cortometraje para todo aquel que necesite sonreír hoy. YOU ARE AWESOME, YOU ARE SO GREAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.brightcove.tv/playerswf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true&amp;amp;initVideoId=1892182081&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.tv&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.tv&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;autoStart=false" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="bcPlayer" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7484576947849134329?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7484576947849134329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7484576947849134329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7484576947849134329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7484576947849134329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile-smile-smile.html' title='smile, smile, smile!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7300332091631858076</id><published>2008-11-04T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:55:19.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SRBiMI8RDzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P2v4CCqAEnw/s1600-h/brainhack5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SRBiMI8RDzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P2v4CCqAEnw/s400/brainhack5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264815925094321970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7300332091631858076?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7300332091631858076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7300332091631858076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7300332091631858076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7300332091631858076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm-no.html' title='hmmm, no.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SRBiMI8RDzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P2v4CCqAEnw/s72-c/brainhack5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3777642946801981692</id><published>2008-10-29T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:12:42.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>but sunshine ain't that bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SQjRorC4OZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rzxSjyeil4Q/s1600-h/a-rude-awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SQjRorC4OZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rzxSjyeil4Q/s400/a-rude-awakening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686661262195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3777642946801981692?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3777642946801981692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3777642946801981692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3777642946801981692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3777642946801981692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-sunshine-aint-that-bad.html' title='but sunshine ain&apos;t that bad.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SQjRorC4OZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rzxSjyeil4Q/s72-c/a-rude-awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1373052652556334131</id><published>2008-10-16T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:32:44.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not so sure tho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SPekvTHgzZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UXrI7Xb6i_I/s1600-h/shoppe10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SPekvTHgzZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UXrI7Xb6i_I/s400/shoppe10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852222470933906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1373052652556334131?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1373052652556334131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1373052652556334131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1373052652556334131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1373052652556334131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-so-sure-tho.html' title='I&apos;m not so sure tho!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SPekvTHgzZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UXrI7Xb6i_I/s72-c/shoppe10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4369156018810792058</id><published>2008-09-08T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:59:42.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stand so close to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMUvuheCR7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/rFIICxGyuos/s1600-h/if-im-not-huggin-ya-dont-stand-close-enough-for-me-to-hug-ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMUvuheCR7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/rFIICxGyuos/s400/if-im-not-huggin-ya-dont-stand-close-enough-for-me-to-hug-ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243649817447647154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4369156018810792058?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4369156018810792058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4369156018810792058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4369156018810792058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4369156018810792058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-stand-so-close-to-me.html' title='don&apos;t stand so close to me.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMUvuheCR7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/rFIICxGyuos/s72-c/if-im-not-huggin-ya-dont-stand-close-enough-for-me-to-hug-ya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4513290527321395009</id><published>2008-09-05T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:30:54.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freshly squeezed orange juice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMGIqYdJRWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HNNh73tB0XU/s1600-h/orange_jews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMGIqYdJRWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HNNh73tB0XU/s400/orange_jews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242621702936544610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4513290527321395009?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4513290527321395009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4513290527321395009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4513290527321395009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4513290527321395009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/09/freshly-squeezed-orange-juice.html' title='freshly squeezed orange juice?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SMGIqYdJRWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HNNh73tB0XU/s72-c/orange_jews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5233134666569056450</id><published>2008-08-25T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:11:09.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2081. finalmente todos seremos iguales.</title><content type='html'>Una hermosa distopía. No puedo esperar a ver esta película. Ojalá no se quede como muchas en solo un "muy buen trailer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi6TTNKdgSk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi6TTNKdgSk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-5233134666569056450?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5233134666569056450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5233134666569056450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5233134666569056450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5233134666569056450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/08/2081-finalmente-todos-seremos-iguales.html' title='2081. finalmente todos seremos iguales.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4975148104493483164</id><published>2008-08-22T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:07:01.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peter file's book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SK9-gipCL7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bGipdYLkJQQ/s1600-h/imagesmyfirstcavitysearchmb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SK9-gipCL7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bGipdYLkJQQ/s400/imagesmyfirstcavitysearchmb9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543989175005106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4975148104493483164?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4975148104493483164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4975148104493483164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4975148104493483164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4975148104493483164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/08/peter-files-book.html' title='peter file&apos;s book.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SK9-gipCL7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bGipdYLkJQQ/s72-c/imagesmyfirstcavitysearchmb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-9201266992001400242</id><published>2008-05-30T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:28:03.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>y hay que vivirlo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con el paso gradual del tiempo uno se va dando cuentas de varias cosas, ya sea que la leche se daña cuando la dejas mucho tiempo fuera, o que una mujer a veces resulta ser un hombre. Lo mismo pasa con ciertas canciones que uno escuchaba cuando chamaquito. Hoy tuve esa sensación al escuchar la famosa la de Topo Gigio, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A la camita&lt;/span&gt;. Oye, pero que cancioncita ni más ápera. Que cosas tan bonitas y profunditas dice. Nada, aquí se la dejo porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; me da la gana, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; es muy cool, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; quiero que sientan ese calorcito en medio de su corazón al escucharla. Hit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AFasYNOifk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AFasYNOifk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-9201266992001400242?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9201266992001400242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=9201266992001400242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9201266992001400242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9201266992001400242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-hay-que-vivirlo.html' title='y hay que vivirlo...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1944879844674078715</id><published>2008-05-27T18:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:10:23.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing. but very... slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW! Y no me refiero a World of Warcraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowed down 400 times at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuTc9-SMKX4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuTc9-SMKX4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1944879844674078715?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1944879844674078715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1944879844674078715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1944879844674078715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1944879844674078715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-very-slowly.html' title='one more thing. but very... slowly.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3729895970960577990</id><published>2008-05-14T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:41:41.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono, ya evil bastard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SCs98qMJhBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Sqs6Rb1ykqg/s1600-h/pope_bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SCs98qMJhBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Sqs6Rb1ykqg/s400/pope_bono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200318307056059410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bono, lead singer of the rock band U2, is famous throughout the entertainment industry for being more than just a little self-righteous.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a recent U2 concert in Glasgow, Scotland, he asked the audience for total quiet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands, once every few seconds. Holding the audience in total silence, he said into the microphone, 'Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the front of the crowd a voice with a broad Scottish accent pierced the quiet ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Well, f -- ckin stop doin it then, ya evil bastard!'&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/7294036144363170788-3729895970960577990?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3729895970960577990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3729895970960577990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3729895970960577990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3729895970960577990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/05/bono-ya-evil-bastard.html' title='Bono, ya evil bastard!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SCs98qMJhBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Sqs6Rb1ykqg/s72-c/pope_bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1474246236092197320</id><published>2008-04-27T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:22:58.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>con tó este sentimiento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBUKpOlIoRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ipKYiVyoGUk/s1600-h/P1000852a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBUKpOlIoRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ipKYiVyoGUk/s400/P1000852a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194069448646500626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1474246236092197320?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1474246236092197320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1474246236092197320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1474246236092197320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1474246236092197320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/con-t-este-sentimiento.html' title='con tó este sentimiento.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBUKpOlIoRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ipKYiVyoGUk/s72-c/P1000852a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6038542881266549889</id><published>2008-04-24T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:53:40.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crayons having sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBDlFulIoPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pSjqb4N6lkA/s1600-h/244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBDlFulIoPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pSjqb4N6lkA/s400/244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192902256924074226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6038542881266549889?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6038542881266549889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6038542881266549889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6038542881266549889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6038542881266549889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/crayons-having-sex.html' title='crayons having sex.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SBDlFulIoPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pSjqb4N6lkA/s72-c/244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3766588948376690491</id><published>2008-04-09T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:42:42.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R_0phRFhCoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GenEGftRv0g/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R_0phRFhCoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GenEGftRv0g/s400/success.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187347997299640962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry the right person.  This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work at something you enjoy and that's worthy of your time and talent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="adsbutton"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be forgiving of yourself and others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be generous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a grateful heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Persistence, persistence, persistence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commit yourself to constant improvement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commit yourself to quality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be loyal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be honest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a self-starter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be decisive even if it means you'll sometimes be wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop blaming others.  Take responsibility for every area of your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be bold and courageous.  When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take good care of those you love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't do anything that wouldn't make your Mom proud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3766588948376690491?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3766588948376690491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3766588948376690491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3766588948376690491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/So93Iny2HWI&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/So93Iny2HWI&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;, by Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join our group and you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harmony and peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re here to welcome you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re all on a journey to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finding the real inner you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make you better (make you better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re here to welcome you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time stops still when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ve lost life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Footing in the magic world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Donate all your money we’ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make it better (make it better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re here to welcome you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can see a troubled soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give us all your money we'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make it better (make it better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re here to welcome you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time stops still when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ve lost life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’ll be swimming in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of wisdom and serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you get to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2473006260322044842?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2473006260322044842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2473006260322044842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2473006260322044842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2473006260322044842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/merry-song.html' title='merry song ^.^'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3746320983960008879</id><published>2008-04-03T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:33:20.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wot da...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R_T4cnLCaYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lvcCTvW2ZVk/s1600-h/wtfdiapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R_T4cnLCaYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lvcCTvW2ZVk/s400/wtfdiapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185042241445587330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hagan click para agrandar y leerlo bien xD. alguna gente es demasiado disturbante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3746320983960008879?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3746320983960008879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3746320983960008879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3746320983960008879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3746320983960008879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/wot-da.html' title='wot da...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R_T4cnLCaYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lvcCTvW2ZVk/s72-c/wtfdiapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5432357102550050901</id><published>2008-04-02T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:54:56.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where the hell is waldo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His identity erased. His past stolen. His whereabouts unknown. Where the hell is Waldo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY1ODQz"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY1ODQz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://break.com/index/the-waldo-ultimatum.html"&gt;The Waldo Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-5432357102550050901?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5432357102550050901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5432357102550050901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5432357102550050901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5432357102550050901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-hell-is-waldo.html' title='where the hell is waldo?!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3942650615754662134</id><published>2008-03-25T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:41:12.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tu queriendo irte, y yo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R-li9HLCaXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i6B4ZkVeSPY/s1600-h/el_pez_by_allanced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R-li9HLCaXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i6B4ZkVeSPY/s400/el_pez_by_allanced.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181781648303352178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3942650615754662134?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3942650615754662134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3942650615754662134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3942650615754662134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3942650615754662134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/tu-queriendo-irte-y-yo.html' title='tu queriendo irte, y yo?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R-li9HLCaXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i6B4ZkVeSPY/s72-c/el_pez_by_allanced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1092451470864376923</id><published>2008-03-17T17:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:56:26.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no, he would nevah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R97o8K1jB1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9qkWBTbQx4U/s1600-h/rick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R97o8K1jB1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9qkWBTbQx4U/s400/rick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178832741921392466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1092451470864376923?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1092451470864376923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1092451470864376923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1092451470864376923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1092451470864376923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-he-would-nevah.html' title='no, he would nevah!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R97o8K1jB1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/9qkWBTbQx4U/s72-c/rick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5149676344071281537</id><published>2008-03-12T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:20:16.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>que seas mi universo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jCrWKzRTC0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jCrWKzRTC0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-5149676344071281537?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5149676344071281537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5149676344071281537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5149676344071281537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5149676344071281537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-seas-mi-universo.html' title='que seas mi universo.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8196000977093272483</id><published>2008-03-09T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:11:43.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>de pura cepa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¡Tremendo descubrimiento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Científicos americanos excavaron 50 metros bajo tierra y descubrieron pequeños hilos de cobre. Después de estudiar esos trozos de hilo por mucho tiempo, los Americanos llegaron a la conclusión de que los antiguos Americanos tenían una red nacional de teléfono hace ya 2,500 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por supuesto, a los Rusos no le pareció nada del otro mundo. Le pidieron a sus propios científicos que excavaran más hondo. A 100 metros bajo tierra encontraron pequeños hilos de cristal que, según ellos, formaban parte del sistema de fibra óptica nacional que tenían los antiguos Rusos hace 3,500 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Los Dominicanos no se dejaron impresionar. Científicos del RUM excavaron 150 metros bajo tierra y no encontraron nada, excavaron a 200 metros y aún nada. Entonces excavaron hasta 250 metros y total que no encontraron un carajo de hilos, ni de cobre ni de cristal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entonces llegaron a la conclusión (y con toda razón)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que los Taínos hace más de 5,000 años ya utilizaban WIRELESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viva República Dominicana!&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/7294036144363170788-8196000977093272483?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8196000977093272483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8196000977093272483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8196000977093272483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8196000977093272483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-pura-cepa.html' title='de pura cepa.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6791811936259406354</id><published>2008-02-26T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:09:13.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>publicidad viva en el quisqueya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Campaña de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tricom Internet banda Ancha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, en el play. Pa mí eta vaina tá genial! Tamo progresando en el país!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/251LYHhH_do&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/251LYHhH_do&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6791811936259406354?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6791811936259406354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6791811936259406354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6791811936259406354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6791811936259406354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/publicidad-viva-en-el-quisqueya.html' title='publicidad viva en el quisqueya.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3042638111720814851</id><published>2008-02-26T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:45:01.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mi primer post desde el trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't you just love to slack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3042638111720814851?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3042638111720814851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3042638111720814851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3042638111720814851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3042638111720814851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/woo-hoo.html' title='woo hoo.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7148219752906464654</id><published>2008-02-17T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:41:34.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual barbershop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muy cool. Sólo acomódense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pónganse los audífonos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cierren los ojos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(si los dejan abiertos no es lo mismo para nada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, hit play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Consideren éste corte de pelo mi regalo hacia ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccgi.bluerabbit.plus.com/virtualbarbershop/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://ccgi.bluerabbit.plus.com/virtualbarbershop/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7148219752906464654?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7148219752906464654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7148219752906464654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7148219752906464654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7148219752906464654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/virtual-barbershop.html' title='virtual barbershop.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-251958315855705351</id><published>2008-02-16T00:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:47:59.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>estático.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R7ZqZkO7KYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fPgYcVOnrt4/s1600-h/trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R7ZqZkO7KYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fPgYcVOnrt4/s400/trip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167434609909770626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nada cambia. pero que te vaya bien, en serio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-251958315855705351?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/251958315855705351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=251958315855705351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/251958315855705351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/251958315855705351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/02/esttico.html' title='estático.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R7ZqZkO7KYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fPgYcVOnrt4/s72-c/trip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3817409335686114674</id><published>2008-01-30T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:55:16.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing out loud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R6AfAYl3_cI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4H3CWMHglWg/s1600-h/WTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R6AfAYl3_cI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4H3CWMHglWg/s400/WTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161159264428359106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3817409335686114674?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3817409335686114674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3817409335686114674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3817409335686114674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3817409335686114674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/laughing-out-loud.html' title='laughing out loud.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R6AfAYl3_cI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4H3CWMHglWg/s72-c/WTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7446705704415888890</id><published>2008-01-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:53:13.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you apple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R41w_4dYIeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/InKJ7-cRCpU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R41w_4dYIeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/InKJ7-cRCpU/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901391198757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... and your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planned obsolescence&lt;/span&gt;. I loathe you, but I want you. You rip off my logic and make sweet love to my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7446705704415888890?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7446705704415888890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7446705704415888890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7446705704415888890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7446705704415888890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-you-apple.html' title='damn you apple...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R41w_4dYIeI/AAAAAAAAAXU/InKJ7-cRCpU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2773265128773483333</id><published>2008-01-12T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:38:20.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R4hD-YdYIdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RiZvBpitiEU/s1600-h/eye_cues.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R4hD-YdYIdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RiZvBpitiEU/s400/eye_cues.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154444512522150354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie, for an excuse is a lie guarded.”&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/7294036144363170788-2773265128773483333?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2773265128773483333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2773265128773483333' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2854572512327242986</id><published>2008-01-02T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:43:45.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>merry new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R3sWOYdYIaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3teXEERy278/s1600-h/new_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R3sWOYdYIaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3teXEERy278/s400/new_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150735035167941026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R3sWOodYIbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h03i5dNi3no/s1600-h/new_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R3sWOodYIbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h03i5dNi3no/s400/new_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150735039462908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2854572512327242986?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2854572512327242986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2854572512327242986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2854572512327242986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2854572512327242986'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/714-Ioa4XQw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/714-Ioa4XQw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spider pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spider pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;does whatever a spider pig does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can he swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from a web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no he can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOOK OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he is a spider pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons Movie. &lt;/span&gt;La mejor parte de la película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3338806789763309060?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3338806789763309060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3338806789763309060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3338806789763309060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3338806789763309060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/navidad-productiva.html' title='navidad productiva.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1775434501282796673</id><published>2007-12-23T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:17:01.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wiki lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:08:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;si wikipedia dice k e una banda, e una banda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:08:42 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause everything on wikipedia is completely accurate and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;... and then he went on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:10:35 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GASP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:10:46 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wikipedia does not suck! omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:10:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que harias tu sin wikipedia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:11:03 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the internets would implode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:11:16 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then there'd be panic in the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:11:33 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and governments would freak out and go on nuclear wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:11:37 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the world would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flo says: (3:11:43 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE WORLD WOULD END WITHOUT WIKIPEDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;antes de decir nada, pequeños juzgadores... lean la hora de esa conversación xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1775434501282796673?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1775434501282796673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1775434501282796673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1775434501282796673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1775434501282796673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/wiki-lover.html' title='wiki lover.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2377663997406601105</id><published>2007-12-17T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:13:50.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adictivo de la semana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flashgames24.net/games/3dogic.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R2YE74dYIZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YPd3v6trjRQ/s400/i_won.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144805051131765138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, he estado ausente, y por más que quisiera decir que es porque he estado ocupada o porque se me ha escapado de las manos, por más que quisiera darles la excusa perfecta que me salvaría de toda decepción... no me da la gana. Así que realmente he estado ausente porque la vagancia apenas me da tiempo para respirar, y como respirar es importante, he ocupado todo mi tiempo en eso. Ahora bien, dado el caso de que a nadie le importan las pocas líneas superiores, les dejo el motivo de mi renacimiento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;posteativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StumbleUpon es lo máximo y ha sido mi fiel acompañante en mi vagan... digo, en mi tiempo de respirar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stumbling &lt;/span&gt;me encontré con mi adicción de la semana: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flashgames24.net/games/3dogic.html"&gt;3D Logic Spiel.&lt;/a&gt; Es un juego de lógica en el que el sencillo objetivo es conectar los cuadritos de colores iguales. Nada más. Acabo de vencerlo hace unos minutos, pudiendo así concluir que el juego consta de 30 niveles, los cuales me llevaron dos noches pasar. Si creen que al principio van muy bien, les mando saludos cuando lleguen a algunos como el 16, el 23 y el 27. Es en exceso adictivo, entretenido y muy sin punto alguno. Les deseo suerte, no es tan difícil una vez que le tomas el ritmo. Think away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un dato... NO LO CIERREN xD porque no graba el progreso. Y empezar desde cero... muy fuerte.&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/7294036144363170788-2377663997406601105?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2377663997406601105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2377663997406601105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2377663997406601105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2377663997406601105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/12/adictivo-de-la-semana.html' title='adictivo de la semana.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/R2YE74dYIZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YPd3v6trjRQ/s72-c/i_won.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-24574626343317213</id><published>2007-11-06T02:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:57:41.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>triste bola de cristal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;equivócate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RzAPtwXHp4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ppNDTWmxMA/s1600-h/oct20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RzAPtwXHp4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ppNDTWmxMA/s400/oct20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129617254325397378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-24574626343317213?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/24574626343317213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=24574626343317213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/24574626343317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/24574626343317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/11/bola-de-cristal.html' title='triste bola de cristal...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RzAPtwXHp4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ppNDTWmxMA/s72-c/oct20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4864041685526811474</id><published>2007-10-30T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:25:21.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>qué tan alto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rya_7QXHp2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/zmIkx0uNeNw/s1600-h/cielo_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rya_7QXHp2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/zmIkx0uNeNw/s400/cielo_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996250533013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4864041685526811474?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4864041685526811474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4864041685526811474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4864041685526811474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4864041685526811474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/10/qu-tan-alto.html' title='qué tan alto?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rya_7QXHp2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/zmIkx0uNeNw/s72-c/cielo_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5848794696198238870</id><published>2007-10-16T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:56:19.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tun tun TUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-5848794696198238870?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5848794696198238870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5848794696198238870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5848794696198238870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5848794696198238870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/10/tun-tun-tun.html' title='tun tun TUN!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3295957998220733912</id><published>2007-10-06T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:19:13.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear ann:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwcMq7mV3CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/styECU2k2Ik/s1600-h/bddp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwcMq7mV3CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/styECU2k2Ik/s400/bddp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118073433222405154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a problem. I have two brothers. One brother is in advertising. The other was put to death in the electric chair for murder. My mother died from insanity when I was three years old. My two sisters are prostitutes and my father sells narcotics to grade school students. Recently, I met a girl who was just released from a reformatory where she served time for killing her dog with a ball-peen hammer, and I want to marry her. My problem is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should I tell her about my brother who is in advertising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7294036144363170788-3295957998220733912?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3295957998220733912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3295957998220733912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3295957998220733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3295957998220733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-ann.html' title='dear ann:'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwcMq7mV3CI/AAAAAAAAAWA/styECU2k2Ik/s72-c/bddp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6721539444492669003</id><published>2007-10-03T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:13:58.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>otoño06.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwMyTbmV3AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rSS4KUIceU4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwMyTbmV3AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rSS4KUIceU4/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116988911030492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te preguntaras cual es el punto, pero lo cierto es que no he hallado ninguno. Te escribo por hacerlo, por decir cosas que no debo y que nadie quiere escuchar. Aun asi existen, aun asi existe un te extraño escondido en las esquinas. Y hay dias en los que no debo hacer algunas cosas pero igual las hago. Hoy es uno de esos. Busco en los rincones algun indicio de que aun existo, y lamentablementemente el unico es que ya no estas. Por lo que provoca se que aun respiro, por nada mas. Estas tan lejos en tu mundo, tan separado del mio. Pense que quedandome inmovil me encontrarias, y que el encuentro duraria una eternidad. Pero la eternidad que nos juramos algun dia nos ha durado apenas unos segundos. Supongo que no lo asimilo aun. Dicen que el tiempo cura heridas, pero nunca ha estado de mi lado, y por eso se atreve a ir cada vez mas lento. Ay, mi angel caido, si supieras, si tan solo te imaginaras, pero no lo haces. Las noches se las llegue a rentar a la imaginacion, y se atrevia a llevarme a tu lado, a tus cabellos, a su olor, a tu sueño. Que tristeza era el despertar a la realidad. Aun lo es. Nos quedaran deseos, no recuerdos. Nos quedaran ilusiones, no realidades. Y en el silencio de la ciudad bullosa te hare soñar, te hare volar al pasado, a mi en unos segundos. Esperaba por algo que ya no llegara. Ahora espero por el instante en que extrañes lo que extraño, que te importe lo que importa, que desees lo que deseo. Si, podras comprender ahora que me gusta el dolor. Lo siento, es lo que me hace saber que aun estoy. No me odies por amarte, no me perdones por enloquecerte. En la locura nos mantuvimos, en la locura aprendimos a sonreir. Se me acaba el papel y la pluma, supongo que el espacio nunca sera suficiente para albergar mi tristeza y acomodar el dolor. Te veo cuando sea inevitable. No antes. No despues. En el momento preciso. No faltes. Ahi te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. odio escribir sin poner los acentos. perdon a cualquier otro grammar freak out there.&lt;/span&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/7294036144363170788-6721539444492669003?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6721539444492669003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6721539444492669003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6721539444492669003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6721539444492669003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/10/otoo06.html' title='otoño06.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RwMyTbmV3AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rSS4KUIceU4/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2721978180393830750</id><published>2007-09-06T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T02:32:40.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quien me da sinutab?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rt-e4-AlZKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XDcTFc4jjd8/s1600-h/200297364-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rt-e4-AlZKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XDcTFc4jjd8/s400/200297364-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106975204016743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy quisiera regalarte mis palabras dulces y mis palabras agrias, escribirte versos y alguna que otra canción. Hacerte volar y dejarte caer, atraparte en mis brazos y sentirte los latidos. Hoy quisiera enrredarte en mi garganta y besarte con el sol, acariciarte con la brisa y rozarte con las nubes, susurrarte al viento y verte viajar por los rincones de mi realidad. Saborearte en mis sueños, en los tuyos, en los suyos. Fumarte a bocanadas y liberarte con cada respiro. Guardarte en un bolsillo y encontrarte un día después. Conjugarte con los verbos, liberarte de los adjetivos y nombrarte en cada sustantivo. Crearte un cielo, destruirte el infierno. Elevarte hasta Dios, enterrarte hasta el diablo. Sumergirte en mi cuerpo para frizarte en el tiempo. Desintegrarte en la astmósfera para volverte a armar. Y es que hoy, tan sólo hoy quisiera atarte al nexo que une nuestros universos, y olvidarme de que alguna vez no estabas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2721978180393830750?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2721978180393830750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2721978180393830750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2721978180393830750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2721978180393830750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/09/quien-me-da-sinutab.html' title='quien me da sinutab?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rt-e4-AlZKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XDcTFc4jjd8/s72-c/200297364-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3090758924218263873</id><published>2007-09-06T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:48:11.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, se me olvidaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rt-UjuAlZJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PzxnbAgq2QU/s1600-h/1226057%7EHappy-Bunny-Hi-Loser-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rt-UjuAlZJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PzxnbAgq2QU/s400/1226057%7EHappy-Bunny-Hi-Loser-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106963843828245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/7294036144363170788-3090758924218263873?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3090758924218263873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3090758924218263873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3090758924218263873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3090758924218263873'/><link rel='alternate' 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HABLANDO ESTA TIPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gracias =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5C0i9SZqMgc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5C0i9SZqMgc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1117771188164339618?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1117771188164339618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1117771188164339618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1117771188164339618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1117771188164339618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-alguien-me-diga.html' title='que alguien me diga...'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3181714851744939237</id><published>2007-08-28T02:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:17:42.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy you effing bitches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RtO9ueAlZII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iW5398xAt8E/s1600-h/coca+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RtO9ueAlZII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iW5398xAt8E/s400/coca+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103631408768050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3181714851744939237?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3181714851744939237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3181714851744939237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3181714851744939237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3181714851744939237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/08/enjoy-you-effing-bitches.html' title='enjoy you effing bitches.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RtO9ueAlZII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iW5398xAt8E/s72-c/coca+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1114244536107047436</id><published>2007-08-19T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:28:09.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mito explicatorio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first day, God created the dog and said:   "Sit all day by     the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.     For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;The dog said: "That's     a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you     back the other ten?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; So God agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; On the second day, God created the monkey and said:      "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give     you a twenty-year life span."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; The monkey said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty     long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; And God agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; On the third day, God created the cow and said:"You must go into     the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have     calves and give milk to support the farmer's family For this, I will give     you a life span of sixty Years."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for     sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; And God agreed again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; On the fourth day, God created man and said: "Eat, sleep, play, marry     and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty,     the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten     the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; "Okay," said God, "You asked for it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; So that i s why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy     ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our     family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.     And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Life has now been explained to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-1114244536107047436?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1114244536107047436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1114244536107047436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1114244536107047436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1114244536107047436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/08/mito-explicatorio.html' title='mito explicatorio.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-967512871215622637</id><published>2007-08-08T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:46:40.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't talk to me".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RrlYnax2fkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XzJ8xs838N4/s1600-h/really.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RrlYnax2fkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XzJ8xs838N4/s400/really.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096201887572983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-967512871215622637?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/967512871215622637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=967512871215622637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/967512871215622637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/967512871215622637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-talk-to-me.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t talk to me&quot;.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RrlYnax2fkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XzJ8xs838N4/s72-c/really.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6306649424459879522</id><published>2007-07-29T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:26:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"cucarachafobia" no superada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi reacción ante una casualidad de dichas magnitudes cucarachísticas sin importar la hora del día. Supongo que no soy una chica grande ='(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RqwkCKx2fjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uG6CZI8a0Ew/s1600-h/i_hate_roaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RqwkCKx2fjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uG6CZI8a0Ew/s400/i_hate_roaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092484898320973362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6306649424459879522?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6306649424459879522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6306649424459879522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6306649424459879522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6306649424459879522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/cucarachafobia-no-superada.html' title='&quot;cucarachafobia&quot; no superada.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RqwkCKx2fjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uG6CZI8a0Ew/s72-c/i_hate_roaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3461976387683182993</id><published>2007-07-10T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:18:51.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mentes peligrosas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no siempre es culpa de ellos &lt;em&gt;(por supuesto que lo es).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girlspeak To English Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Kenneth M. Gibson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's your decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The correct decision should be obvious by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do what you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You'll pay for this later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We need to talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure...go ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't want you to. And you better don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not upset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course I'm upset, you moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're...so manly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You need a shave and you sweat a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're certainly attentive tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is sex all you ever think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not emotional! And I'm not overreacting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be romantic, turn out the lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have flabby thighs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want a new house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want new curtains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and carpeting, furniture, wallpaper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hang the picture there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, I mean hang it there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard a noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I noticed you were almost asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to ask for something expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How much do you love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did something today you're really not going to like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be ready in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kick off your shoes and find a good game on T.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is my butt fat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me I'm beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have to learn to communicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just agree with me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you listening to me!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Too late, you're dead.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like this recipe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's easy to fix, so you'd better get get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not yelling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes I am yelling because I think this is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In answer to the question "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The same old thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My PMS is acting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's just that you're such a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go away, I'm still building up evidence against you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3461976387683182993?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3461976387683182993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3461976387683182993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3461976387683182993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3461976387683182993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/mentes-peligrosas.html' title='mentes peligrosas.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6655657110021324608</id><published>2007-07-04T00:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:57:38.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obsesión semanal de la semana, valga la redundancia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Antes que ver el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coti + El Canto del Loco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(que el nombre de estos no los predisponga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si te vas, se me va a hacer muy tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y además, sólo intento cuidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay cuando, mi vida cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;va a ser el día que tu pared desaparezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fabriqué un millón de ilusiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prisioneras que se hicieron canciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay cuando mi vida cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vas a cerrar tus ojos por mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes que ver el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prefiero escuchar tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes que ver el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prefiero escuchar tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si te vas para que regresaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y además solo quise besarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay cuando mi vida cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;va a ser el día que tu pared desaparezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fabriqué un millón de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;prisioneras que se hicieron canciones&lt;br /&gt;ay cuando mi vida cuando&lt;br /&gt;vas a cerrar tus ojos por mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prefiero tu voz, prefiero tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prefiero escuchar tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes que ver el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prefiero escuchar tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para descargar, la subí acá. Enjoy away:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/2618225fbde92d/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/2618225fbde92d/&lt;/strong&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/7294036144363170788-6655657110021324608?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6655657110021324608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6655657110021324608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6655657110021324608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6655657110021324608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/obsesin-semanal-de-la-semana-valga-la.html' title='obsesión semanal de la semana, valga la redundancia.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1938733819425788481</id><published>2007-07-04T00:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:56:48.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la pregunta del millón.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RpBgTvnocYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G9n9y31iJrQ/s1600-h/fossilcouple207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084669871617765762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RpBgTvnocYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G9n9y31iJrQ/s400/fossilcouple207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternal embrace? Couple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hugging 5,000 years on&lt;br /&gt;ROME (Reuters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archaeologists in Italy have discovered a couple buried 5,000 to&lt;br /&gt;6,000 years ago, hugging each other. "It's an extraordinary case," said Elena&lt;br /&gt;Menotti, who led the team on their dig near the northern city of&lt;br /&gt;Mantova. "There has not been a double burial found in the Neolithic period,&lt;br /&gt;much less two people hugging -- and they really are hugging." Menotti said&lt;br /&gt;she believed the two, almost certainly a man and a woman although that needs to&lt;br /&gt;be confirmed, died young because their teeth were mostly intact and not worn&lt;br /&gt;down. "I must say that when we discovered it, we all became very excited.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this job for 25 years. I've done digs at Pompeii, all the famous&lt;br /&gt;sites," she told Reuters. "But I've never been so moved because this is the&lt;br /&gt;discovery of something special." A laboratory will now try to determine the&lt;br /&gt;couple's age at the time of death and how long they had been&lt;br /&gt;buried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eso fue un día antes del día de San Valentín de este año... entonces yo te pregunto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A quién abrazarías por 5,000 años?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my sad answer. Do you?&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/7294036144363170788-1938733819425788481?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1938733819425788481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1938733819425788481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1938733819425788481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1938733819425788481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-pregunta-del-milln.html' title='la pregunta del millón.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RpBgTvnocYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G9n9y31iJrQ/s72-c/fossilcouple207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8006996493819329334</id><published>2007-07-04T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:56:52.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>y como te hace sentir eso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID 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style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps: I need my Geno so bad right now.&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/7294036144363170788-8006996493819329334?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8006996493819329334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8006996493819329334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8006996493819329334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8006996493819329334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/y-como-te-hace-sentir-eso.html' title='y como te hace sentir eso?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3404063830149889244</id><published>2007-07-04T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:56:05.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/mouse.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/mouse.cfm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esto va a sonar como un canal educativo de la televisión por cable, pero... blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este link los llevará a un viaje al conocmiento de manera divertida =D, a entender de manera clara, sencilla e interesante (hasta graciosa) el por qué de los diferentes efectos de las distintas drogas en el cerebro humano. Claro, we all know they suck, and we all know they mess you up, pero al menos YO no sabía cómo es que reaccionan en el cerebro para provocar todos esos comportamientos diferentes en los diversos drug users. Nada, a mí me pareció muy interesante, y decidí compartir con el mundo. Give it a shot.&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/7294036144363170788-3404063830149889244?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3404063830149889244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3404063830149889244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3404063830149889244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3404063830149889244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/mouse-party.html' title='mouse party.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2636949457735322952</id><published>2007-07-04T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:25:33.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mi Mando y yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rosg5vnocXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1kfplq5VRo8/s1600-h/rcalc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083192780825063794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rosg5vnocXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1kfplq5VRo8/s400/rcalc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-2636949457735322952?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2636949457735322952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2636949457735322952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2636949457735322952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2636949457735322952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-mando-y-yo.html' title='mi Mando y yo.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rosg5vnocXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1kfplq5VRo8/s72-c/rcalc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4836044560675097315</id><published>2007-06-17T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:13:35.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnTCrS9BaRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_gUvvxxT9Go/s1600-h/shrek3teaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076896729031338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnTCrS9BaRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_gUvvxxT9Go/s400/shrek3teaserposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It cheered me up. &lt;strong&gt;Fun &amp;amp; cool stuff! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/7294036144363170788-4836044560675097315?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4836044560675097315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4836044560675097315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4836044560675097315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4836044560675097315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='^.^'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnTCrS9BaRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_gUvvxxT9Go/s72-c/shrek3teaserposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-226735168968481108</id><published>2007-06-16T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:42:08.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, esos días del mes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnN3wi9BaQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MjrwRQSr4Qc/s1600-h/a24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076532880876857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnN3wi9BaQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MjrwRQSr4Qc/s400/a24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es la 1AM y yo estoy más en vela que una llama en medio apagón nacional. Como podrán ver, no cumplí muy bien eso de mantenerme alejada, I guess I'm addicted now. To you at least. Las personas con las que comparto saben que no soy dada a quejarme sobre mi día, y mucho menos a ponerme a relatarlo aquí. Hoy supongo que me sobra el tiempo y me resta la vagancia. Por alguna razón hoy siento la necesidad de hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy... fue un mal día. No porque pasara nada, simplemente... así se sintió. La noche anterior no pude dormir nada, mi cabeza estaba en &lt;em&gt;Lala-land&lt;/em&gt;, donde suele irse cuando pasa algo bueno y ella misma se crea un mundo irreal de ilusiones no fundamentadas. Me levanto con todo el calor del mundo más unos grados más, con la noticia de que uno de los pececitos de mi amado ‘Mando murió. Lo mejor del caso? Me culparon a mí. La noche anterior se me había pasado la mano al echarle su comidita, pero cuando me di cuenta le saque la que había en exceso. Pues a nadie le importó eso, solo el hecho de que necesitaban a quien culpar y a mí siempre es la que se me pega todo en mi casa. Como si Armando necesitara más ayuda para quererme menos de lo que ya me quiere. Hoy más que nunca sentí lo poco que me quiere ya. El nunca me respetó, al menos me quedaba su cariño. Pero ya ni eso, soy un gran cero a la izquierda para él. Después del show de lo de la pececita, me voy a servir mi comida. Oh la ironía de la vida… era pescado. Needless to say, no comí. Me llegó esa amiga indeseable que nos visita cada vez lo cual intensificó el calor en mí, y el humor en mi exterior. Me quedo deambulando por mi casa como esperando algo, aun no sé qué. Nada nunca llega, pero yo igual espero. No iba a ir a clases porque mi cabeza se había imaginado otra cosa, pero como siempre la realidad me da par de cocotazos y/o chancletazos y me muestra que lo que for real. Decido irme a clases puesto que es mejor que quedarme en mi casa con el desprecio de todo el mundo. Al llegar a la uni, como siempre el eterno dilema del parqueo y el muchacho que te busca los parqueos con el que me he llevado bien pa’ que me cuide mi cacharrito (por ahí roban los carros), pero hoy yo con mi quille no estaba para que me jodiera mucho, así que ni le preste atención. Hoy más que nunca me fastidió que me anduviera preguntando que si yo no tengo novio, y que por qué no me atiende ni me pasa a buscar. Que se compre un mapa y que se ubique. Mínimo todo el mundo pensó que no había clases, y sólo estábamos yo y tres gatos más. Me senté entonces a hablar con la profesora (su hijo es el director de mi carrera y mi profesor y asesor de tesis). Su nuera murió el pasado martes de cáncer. Hablamos mucho, y fue interesante ver su visión de la vida. Me explicó como el mayor milagro de la lamentable situación no fue que su nuera sobreviviera, sino como sus dos hijos se muestran fuertes y valientes, y cuando le preguntan como están, dicen que tranquilos pues ahora su madre descansa en el hermoso reino de Dios. Lloré como una niña hablando con ella, sus palabras y la historia me conmovieron. Le conté como en un momento sentí lo que podría ser perder a alguien por eso, y que no creía haber podido afrontarlo con tanta valentía. Esa parte del día fue interesante, pero igual me afligió mucho. El punto es que la clase no se dio, nadie fue. Así que tuve que esperarme unas dos horas hasta mi próxima clase, la cual no hace más que preocuparme desde que empezó, la de Agencia Publicitaria. La clase consiste en tu crear tu agencia en grupo y manejar cuentas reales. El ciclo incluye varias partes: creación de tu agencia (logo, papelería y todo lo demás), dos concursos remunerados, y un cliente real conseguido por ti. Bueno, para resumir todo, no creo que nuestra agencia gane ninguno de los premios. Me siento muy mediocre este semestre, and that sucks. Pero bueno, la semana que viene se realiza el primer concurso, que sea lo que Dios quiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por alguna razón, me pase el día entero triste. Esperaba una sorpresa que nunca llegó. Y que la verdad, yo no creo que llegue. Me siento del tamaño de una moneda de un centavo en un país tercermundista. Llego a mi casa, me encierro, y no hago más nada que regresar mi cabeza a &lt;em&gt;Lala-land&lt;/em&gt;, donde aunque todo es falso e improbable, al menos es mejor que lo que me depara mañana. Buenas noches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PD. perdón por escribir mucho... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&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/7294036144363170788-226735168968481108?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/226735168968481108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=226735168968481108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/226735168968481108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/226735168968481108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-esos-das-del-mes.html' title='oh, esos días del mes.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RnN3wi9BaQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MjrwRQSr4Qc/s72-c/a24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-9124629697586523083</id><published>2007-06-11T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:08:58.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>abajo por mantenimiento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmzmJi9BaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dV2KM2IXNbU/s1600-h/Under%2520construction.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074683931815667954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmzmJi9BaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dV2KM2IXNbU/s320/Under%2520construction.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No realmente, pero no estaré en la computadora (léase MSN, blog, and blah blah blah) durante esta semana por razones de... dignidad, y para darle tiempo a la gente de notar que no estoy haha. Créanme que me duele más a mí por mil y una razones. Cualquier cosa que necesiten que les envíe or whatever me mandan un mensaje al cel (809.371.0707) y me conecto and whatnot. Revisaré mi email, y blah blah blah all that jazz. Pero nada, busy week también, así de paso me concentro mejor y paso más tiempo con mi familia, porque con el susto de hoy... oh Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See ya all in a week, mucho amoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. migen...no te apure, que te veo pronto. Sé que serás de las pocas en extrañar mi presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-9124629697586523083?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9124629697586523083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=9124629697586523083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9124629697586523083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9124629697586523083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/06/abajo-por-mantenimiento.html' title='abajo por mantenimiento.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmzmJi9BaPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dV2KM2IXNbU/s72-c/Under%2520construction.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8617732836762717408</id><published>2007-06-10T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:19:13.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 'coming out of the womb' day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmuJqS9BaNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/X2jACSb4ymI/s1600-h/comicbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmuJqS9BaNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/X2jACSb4ymI/s400/comicbday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074300764898289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmuIPi9BaMI/AAAAAAAAATs/m9KLaBat38c/s1600-h/cartoon3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074299205825161410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmuIPi9BaMI/AAAAAAAAATs/m9KLaBat38c/s400/cartoon3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gracias por haber nacido un &lt;strong&gt;10 de Junio&lt;/strong&gt; hace ya un tiempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mónica&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/7294036144363170788-8617732836762717408?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8617732836762717408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8617732836762717408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8617732836762717408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8617732836762717408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-coming-out-of-womb-day.html' title='happy &apos;coming out of the womb&apos; day.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmuJqS9BaNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/X2jACSb4ymI/s72-c/comicbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7243164325447064305</id><published>2007-06-01T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:45:44.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>qué tan lejos llegarías?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmBpQcqdYOI/AAAAAAAAATM/8qLPv9PhrZA/s1600-h/imsoindie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071168911712280802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmBpQcqdYOI/AAAAAAAAATM/8qLPv9PhrZA/s400/imsoindie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-7243164325447064305?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7243164325447064305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7243164325447064305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7243164325447064305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7243164325447064305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/06/qu-tan-lejos-llegaras.html' title='qué tan lejos llegarías?'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RmBpQcqdYOI/AAAAAAAAATM/8qLPv9PhrZA/s72-c/imsoindie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3037388541849739718</id><published>2007-05-22T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:48:19.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prueba no superada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Una vez más... no pude controlar la fobia y lloré. Oh Dios, hasta cuando? Y una vez más, mi curita de niños. Al menos es bonita =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RlM6acqdYNI/AAAAAAAAATE/ytI7hrgpUSY/s1600-h/DSC04540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067458231767228626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RlM6acqdYNI/AAAAAAAAATE/ytI7hrgpUSY/s400/DSC04540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3037388541849739718?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3037388541849739718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3037388541849739718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3037388541849739718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3037388541849739718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/05/prueba-no-superada.html' title='prueba no superada.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RlM6acqdYNI/AAAAAAAAATE/ytI7hrgpUSY/s72-c/DSC04540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4373211899534636995</id><published>2007-05-06T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:48:44.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>but i am le tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://emuse.ebaumsworld.com/flash/play/710"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well take a nap... THEN FIRE Z MISSILES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El verdadero fin del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *pees a little* HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gracias.&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/7294036144363170788-4373211899534636995?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4373211899534636995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4373211899534636995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4373211899534636995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4373211899534636995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-i-am-le-tired.html' title='but i am le tired!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-9120964882825964537</id><published>2007-04-25T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:15:21.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>de cabeza? hellz yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Ri_S6ZUp8YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RdbpSJtThjI/s1600-h/flyer11mayo123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057492807232123266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Ri_S6ZUp8YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RdbpSJtThjI/s400/flyer11mayo123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-9120964882825964537?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9120964882825964537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=9120964882825964537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9120964882825964537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9120964882825964537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-cabeza-hellz-yeah.html' title='de cabeza? hellz yeah.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Ri_S6ZUp8YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RdbpSJtThjI/s72-c/flyer11mayo123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4572343100640843278</id><published>2007-04-09T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:12:25.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el lado coca cola de la vida es lo má mejol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_W_zSsH2mE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_W_zSsH2mE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-4572343100640843278?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4572343100640843278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4572343100640843278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4572343100640843278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4572343100640843278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-lado-coca-cola-de-la-vida-es-lo-m.html' title='el lado coca cola de la vida es lo má mejol.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7472079095857043965</id><published>2007-04-08T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:31:14.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>omgwtfbbq!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuando haces algo estúpido, como borrar todas las fotos de un fin de semana de 4 días, videos incluidos. O en general, de cualquier cosa que pase en la vida. Encontré el resumen en tres etapas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhlyrdiixcI/AAAAAAAAASk/QAhd3dYCWa8/s1600-h/omgwtfbbq-39352.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051194548062176706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhlyrdiixcI/AAAAAAAAASk/QAhd3dYCWa8/s400/omgwtfbbq-39352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OMG (asombro):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no, qué rayos he hecho?! Esto no puede estar pasando, no lo puedo creer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WTF (ira):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; COOOO... maldición, pedazo de @#$^, vete a #$%*, $#%^, $%&amp;*^!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BBQ (aceptación):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ya pasó, todo estará bien, hora de comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusión: todo pasa. Así que... hang in there, everyone.&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/7294036144363170788-7472079095857043965?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/7472079095857043965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=7472079095857043965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7472079095857043965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7472079095857043965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgwtfbbq.html' title='omgwtfbbq!'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhlyrdiixcI/AAAAAAAAASk/QAhd3dYCWa8/s72-c/omgwtfbbq-39352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-623105662015548537</id><published>2007-04-04T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:20:40.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no me cogió con drogas. fue peor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTOY A PUNTO DE HACER UNA HEREJIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg k?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontre 'nothing better' en jaifai... ME SIENTO TEMPTED A PONERLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DONT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a ponerla donde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;en tu hi5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT YOU DO THAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YONI ES MI SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you dance to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DONT YOU DARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and put animation? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youll reget it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:( i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will become one of THEM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pondras el wallpaper de algun anime xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dont do it mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y MAS FOTOS EN ANGULO (LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tengo un wallpaper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero es de mis sharpies :(( cai bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon dont&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no sharpies no es bajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snif mi wallpaper....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharpies are cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dont do this to yourself!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARPIES ARE COOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, la cancion desiste :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desiste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo fue un lapso momentaneo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no importa how cool it is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm back to normal &gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dentro de poco pondras bayaShisbe mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GOD NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y hay en vez de ahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;---Jonny---&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eeeeeeeew noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POR QUE ME HACES ESO???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz i love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no tengo fotos en angulo en mi jaifai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14. Encima de tenerlo pimpeado, tienes música en tu hi5, y crees que es lo más cool del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pronto pensaras que el olor a mango es el olor mas delicioso del mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes me throw up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*help Asturiana, Dios sobre todas las cosas *red+u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then we might not be able to help you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mónica... needless to say, hilarity ensued. OMGWTFBBQ!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRACIAS AMIGOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias a Dios que los tengo, ya sé que el dia que me coja con hueler (sí, hueler) cemento, me detendrán también.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-623105662015548537?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/623105662015548537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=623105662015548537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/623105662015548537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/623105662015548537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-me-cogi-con-drogas-fue-peor.html' title='no me cogió con drogas. fue peor.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-989117410375350575</id><published>2007-04-03T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:17:52.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>por "presión de grupo".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No es porque yo quiera, pero tristemente nuestra sociedad me ha obligado a reforzar valores que ya he intentado inculcar. Espero que esta vez no pase desapercibido. Por favor, debe parar YA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí un post de hace ya un buen tiempo atrás, cuyo matiz lamentablemente aún es actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lecciones prácticas para poner en práctica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La idea para escribir este post se basó al ver el nick de una persona en el MSN. Es por esto que quise hacer una contribución a la educación BASICA, y por ende, me dedicaré a explicar la SIMPLE bendita ditingancia (oséase, la diferiencia xD) entre hay, ahí y ay. Señores, por favor, tengamos un poquito más de inteligencia. Lo que me molesta es que quienes veo que cometen ese error son personas cuyos padres se FAJARON para poderles pagar un buena educación, por lo que creo yo, DIOS, lo menos que pueden hacer es no hacerles pasar vergüenza al escribir. Díganme lo que quieran: que toy loca si eso me molesta, que eso es irrelevante, blah, blah, me se impolta! Aprendan a escribir y punto. Todo sea por la educación, aquí voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero les mostraré de donde vino todo. El nick que identifica a la persona fue borrado porque esa persona debería ser considerada un tubérculo, y no soy quien para revelar su estupidez, perdón, identidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL5z4ihVEI/AAAAAAAAARc/SA8IQDzl67A/s1600-h/diosss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049372801981568066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL5z4ihVEI/AAAAAAAAARc/SA8IQDzl67A/s400/diosss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Empecemos (todo esto en mis propias palabras, para que entendamos todos mejor):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAY:&lt;/strong&gt; forma del verbo haber. Se utiliza cuando se quiere decir que algo tiene existencia. Por ejemplo: "Hay pan en la cocina" (o sea, que si a usted le da un hambre descomunal y lo que le va a quitar esa hambre es un PAN, búsquese en la cocina que ahí tiene que haber pan por algún lado!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHÍ:&lt;/strong&gt; esto, señores, no es más que un adverbio de lugar que significa en ese lugar, o en esa dirección. Eso es que si usted es lo suficientemente vago como para no querer decir "El control de la televisión esta sobre la mesa", usted lo que va a decir es "ta ahí la vaina esa", mientras señala con su grotesco brazo lleno de grasa hacia la dirección donde se encuentra dicho objeto. O si usted es como mi amada mami, dirá: "Pásame la cosa esa que está ahí encima de la otra cosa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AY:&lt;/strong&gt; este es el más sencillo de todos. No es más que una interjección (eh, una interjección es como un frase que uno suelta sin darse cuenta queriendo decir otra cosa, como cuando usted dice "TA!", cuando lo que quería decir era "tate quieto!") de dolor, de gemido, quejido, un lamento, o lo que sea de por ese estilo. Por ejemplo "&lt;em&gt;Ay, no se distinguir entre hay, ay, y ahí!&lt;/em&gt;", o "&lt;em&gt;Ay, eso me dolió&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez explicado esto, me gustaría aclarar cómo debería de decir el nick de allá arriba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCORRECTO --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgnwwYihU9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/7L5kv0HT7tQ/s1600-h/diosss.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6bIihVMI/AAAAAAAAASc/GWq1Y7o0YfM/s1600-h/diosss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049373476291433666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6bIihVMI/AAAAAAAAASc/GWq1Y7o0YfM/s400/diosss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CORRECTO --- &lt;em&gt;Ando por AHÍ&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(especifico que esto no significa que piense que esta frase no es una chopería de por sí)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ven, no es tan difícil. Así que por favor, yo se los ruego! Dejen de lastimar los ojos de los demás escribiendo así. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado, cuando vi el nick que inició todo este post, me quedé viendo algo, por lo que ahora diré: Maldito el día en que el MSN decidió mostrar las mil y una caritas que usan las personas en sus nicks en la página principal del MSN! Yo en general pienso que eso de estar poniéndose nicks muy elaborados o con siquiera una carita, no es lo mío, pero si usted ha de hacerlo, por favor, tenga un poquito de pudor. Y para los que no me entiendan, he aquí algunos de los que pude recolectar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL5z4ihVFI/AAAAAAAAARk/y6va_63i1aU/s1600-h/diosss5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049372801981568082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL5z4ihVFI/AAAAAAAAARk/y6va_63i1aU/s400/diosss5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rgnwk4ihU8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7eyLKqWo1-I/s1600-h/diosss5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro que también tenemos los que creen que tres no son MÁS que suficientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50IihVGI/AAAAAAAAARs/-shcj6FHEbE/s1600-h/diosss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049372806276535394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50IihVGI/AAAAAAAAARs/-shcj6FHEbE/s400/diosss4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CoihVLI/AAAAAAAAASU/5U1d1Qkle0s/s1600-h/diosss3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049373055384638642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CoihVLI/AAAAAAAAASU/5U1d1Qkle0s/s400/diosss3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;También están los que se exceden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgnxEIihU_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/5g_xtphQZCc/s1600-h/diosss6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50YihVII/AAAAAAAAAR8/YpKfl4YC7aw/s1600-h/diosss6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049372810571502722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50YihVII/AAAAAAAAAR8/YpKfl4YC7aw/s400/diosss6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgnxLIihVAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/682OKtaYm5w/s1600-h/diosss8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50IihVHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y8hsvTAk0ag/s1600-h/diosss8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049372806276535410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL50IihVHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y8hsvTAk0ag/s400/diosss8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y por supuesto, las caritas que mas abundan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CYihVJI/AAAAAAAAASE/db_zbXGK64o/s1600-h/diosss7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049373051089671314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CYihVJI/AAAAAAAAASE/db_zbXGK64o/s400/diosss7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgnxSoihVBI/AAAAAAAAARA/bPR5H9-Wovo/s1600-h/diosss7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunque ninguna abunda tanto como esta en los nicks. He aquí la gran ganadora --- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CoihVKI/AAAAAAAAASM/Qjj9nPqDbZs/s1600-h/diosss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049373055384638626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL6CoihVKI/AAAAAAAAASM/Qjj9nPqDbZs/s400/diosss9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgnxYoihVCI/AAAAAAAAARI/pdtfRJTLNv4/s1600-h/diosss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como si quisiera tener que verlo guiñándome un ojo, lo cual es simplemente disturbante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que el contenido de este post puede ser ofensivo para algunos (claro, para los más sensibles, que mínimo tienen que tener la menstruación), y sé que quizás he sonado un poquito snob, pero ya, en serio, aprendamos a escribir, que eso es algo muy importante. Ustedes, los que ya no son, serán profesionales algún día, y una mala gramática básica no diría mucho de ustedes. Bueno, sí diría, y MUCHO, sólo que nada muy bueno xD. Y los de los nicks: contrólense! Dios! En conclusión, gracias por adelantado =). Y acaten lo que les digo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el entonces en que escribí lo anterior no estaban en &lt;em&gt;boom&lt;/em&gt; las caritas esas molestan que sustituyen letras y/o palabras completas durante una conversación en MSN. &lt;strong&gt;POR FAVOOOR&lt;/strong&gt;, vaya sabiendo que nadie le respetará ni tomará en cuenta su opinión si cada letra de su abecedario está sustituido por una molesta letrica saltarina, o cuando su &lt;em&gt;OK&lt;/em&gt; es un ícono del conejo de Playboy (el que más odio), o si su &lt;em&gt;HOLA&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;em&gt;GRACIAS&lt;/em&gt; es un jodido oso má feo que el culo de su abuela con un letrero en movimiento. Por amor a Cristo, detengan esa matanza a mis ojos. El pueblo se lo agradecerá (y por pueblo me refiero básicamente a mí).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-989117410375350575?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/989117410375350575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=989117410375350575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/989117410375350575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/989117410375350575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-presin-de-grupo.html' title='por &quot;presión de grupo&quot;.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhL5z4ihVEI/AAAAAAAAARc/SA8IQDzl67A/s72-c/diosss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-5494467278387705855</id><published>2007-04-01T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:18:45.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;1. onomat. U.&lt;/span&gt; para imitar el ruido de un disparo o de una explosión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048611265625281586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhBFMoihVDI/AAAAAAAAARU/ahGmo3YBnHY/s400/10163845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Tiene usted en su nick un emoticon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Posee y UTILIZA emoticones que sustituyen sus letras en el MSN, o palabras completas. Entiéndase el osito que dice “gracias”, el bloque que dice “hola”, “ok”, entre otras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Usa lentes de sol estilo &lt;em&gt;Eric Estrada&lt;/em&gt; durante la noche y/o en espacios cerrados donde la luz del sol no brilla.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maneja con el freno pisao.&lt;br /&gt;5. Escucha bachata por el simple hecho de que le gusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Se pone en su nick que está enfermo y o cualquier otro estado de salud, que anda “rompiendo la calle” porque recientemente fue que adquirió su licencia, que esta “@ Guibia”, que a su novia/novio tal cosa (usando esa palabra específica para que el mundo sepa que hay alguien lo suficientemente loco como para estar con usted), que le jiede la boca, y que a alguien realmente le importa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Deja comentarios anónimos en los blogs, o en cualquier otro lugar donde a la gente le interesa (NOT) su opinión.&lt;br /&gt;8. Se coge dos parqueos con su súper mega nave que en un parqueo convencional nunca cupiera.&lt;br /&gt;9. Escribe poesía “profunda” que sólo usted y su mamá entienden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. No conoce aún la diferencia entre “hay”, “ahí” y “ay”, y de hacerlo, no sabe emplearlo correctamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Piensa que la gramática no es importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Nunca has estudiado o vivido en los Estados Unidos, sin embargo tienes o sabes lo que es &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tienes tu hi5 pimpeado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Encima de tenerlo pimpeado, tienes música en tu hi5, y crees que es lo más cool del mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tienes en tu nick “stress mode”, “dieta mode”, “sick mode”, “soy una vaca fea &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ambulante mode”, “masturbation mode”, “semana santa mode”, “cualquier otra mierda mode”, "&lt;em&gt;nobody fucking cares&lt;/em&gt; mode".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Usa ropa de brillo, glitter, lentejuelas durante el día.&lt;br /&gt;17. Va a clases/trabajo así.&lt;br /&gt;18. Usa un pintalabios rojo mamacita. Period.&lt;br /&gt;19. Toma cd’s “prestados” y nunca los devuelve. O cualquier otro artículo ajeno para lo que importa.&lt;br /&gt;20. Comes con la boca abierta, y haces sonidos no necesarios mientras lo haces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Después de beber cualquier líquido, haces AHHHH (mínimo fue Alka Setzer).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pides el último chin de lo que sea que otra persona está comiendo y/o bebiendo.&lt;br /&gt;23. Tocas las cosas de un baño público con las manos mojadas, cosas que otros tienen que tocar después (ej: dispensador de papel).&lt;br /&gt;24. Piensas que &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; fue la mejor película del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Piensas que el olor del mango es el olor más delicioso del mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Cada vez que vez a alguien con una PC le dices “loco, y por qué tú no tienes una Mac? Son mucho mejores, por eso yo tengo una”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Dices que como tienes una Mac, ni te acuerdas de cómo usar una PC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Por cada acápite en el que dijiste &lt;em&gt;“diache, yo hago eso (insertar cara de bolsa sonriente)”,&lt;/em&gt; favor de pegarse un tiro. Excepto en las preguntas bonus &lt;strong&gt;(en negrita),&lt;/strong&gt; en las que te llevas el gran placer de hacerme feliz y darte DOS tiros. Gracias por jugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;… lista inconclusa, irá creciendo a medida que más gente debería considerar el suicidio. &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/7294036144363170788-5494467278387705855?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/5494467278387705855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=5494467278387705855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5494467278387705855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/5494467278387705855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/bang-bang.html' title='bang bang.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RhBFMoihVDI/AAAAAAAAARU/ahGmo3YBnHY/s72-c/10163845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3109704531078589092</id><published>2007-03-27T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:04:53.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lo es.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgiltotLPMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JHnSKCRD2Gg/s1600-h/da+shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046465585908235458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgiltotLPMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JHnSKCRD2Gg/s400/da+shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-3109704531078589092?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3109704531078589092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3109704531078589092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3109704531078589092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3109704531078589092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/lo-es.html' title='lo es.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RgiltotLPMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JHnSKCRD2Gg/s72-c/da+shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-1039598332788158132</id><published>2007-03-17T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:40:19.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>momento cursi (cursi cursi) ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPzxLp56__I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPzxLp56__I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHAHA, la cancioncita se me pegó. y está cool el anuncio. go ads.&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/7294036144363170788-1039598332788158132?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/1039598332788158132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=1039598332788158132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1039598332788158132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/1039598332788158132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/momento-cursi-cursi-cursi.html' title='momento cursi (cursi cursi) ♪'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4855472289043653362</id><published>2007-03-11T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:58:03.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>con A de ángel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como si fuera ayer, recuerdo cuando a mí llegaste. Recuerdo hablarte desde antes de conocerte, desde antes de saber tu nombre. La felicidad del día en que supe que vendrías nada aún la ha podido superar. Al tenerte en mis brazos por primera vez sentí tu calor, el mismo que sentí hoy al abrazarte a la mala, y por si fuera poco, aún siento miedo de dejarte caer cada vez. Casi desmayo con tu primer ‘te amo’ hacia mí, y cada vez que lo dices mis rodillas aún se tambalean, las pobres no se acostumbran a tanto amor. Tu olor a vida me impregna a cada paso, y a cada paso nos acompañamos. Te espío cuando duermes, y me siento llorar por dentro. Como quisiera poder entregarte un mundo perfecto, en el que lágrimas nunca corran por tu piel cuando alguna chica te rechace, o cuando te des cuenta de que las personas a veces no usan, nos lastiman, nos pisotean. O cuando te duela la traición de algún amigo o de alguna mujer. No verte sufrir por los problemas que te agobiarán, que se acumulan. Como quisiera protegerte, no liberarte hacia un mundo en el que existo. Como quiero que crezcas cada día mas, pero sé que cuando pase querré tener los frascos de Alicia en el País de la Maravillas para que vuelvas a empequeñecer, y seas mi niño grande, que al abrazarme aún lo haces por las piernas, que al comer helado se chorrea por doquier, que le gusta jugar a las escondidas y puyarme jugando al doctor. Extrañaré que me pidas hojas y un lapicero para dibujar “círculos” y la letra de ‘Armando’ y ‘Mónica’. Ya extraño que me digas Tuta, pero no te preocupes, que lo superaré. No quiero pensar en el día en que seas muy cool para estar conmigo, el día en que sea muy vieja para jugar contigo. Prefiero recordarte como ahora, cuando sigo siendo tu juguete favorito. Ay, que problema. Querer verte crecer, y a la vez no. Tenerte para mí siempre, y cuidarte y protegerte del mundo, que nunca sufras, que nunca cometas errores de los que te arrepentirás. Pero yo, mi vida, te dejaré crecer y caer con el dolor de mi alma. No podré protegerte nunca de la aflicción, pero ayudaré a levantarte cuando tropieces. Sé que muchas veces me llenarás de orgullo como cuando te dieron tu certificado de que ya dejaste de usar el pamper. Feliz cumpleaños, mi Mando. Gracias por ser lo que más amo en la vida, y más aún, ser mi todo cuando todo lo pierdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039812573187784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RfEC1U9nwBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qEJeRbeKuJI/s400/Picture+2546.jpg" border="0" /&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/7294036144363170788-4855472289043653362?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4855472289043653362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8385315551004237898</id><published>2007-03-09T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:14:13.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no importa que no sea el 8, cualquier día cuenta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RfIwiE9nwDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AP6c__xNjBQ/s1600-h/mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040144294986891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RfIwiE9nwDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AP6c__xNjBQ/s400/mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-8385315551004237898?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RfIwiE9nwDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AP6c__xNjBQ/s72-c/mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2605522930324284695</id><published>2007-03-08T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:22:59.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pero que pena que no lo soy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-dXA74JWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uawsSuhbKs4/s1600-h/isnainiblogtemplate52fv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039419526764569954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-dXA74JWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uawsSuhbKs4/s400/isnainiblogtemplate52fv8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera palabra: la hablara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera número: viviría echa un ocho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera bebida: me ligara con alcohol en cada amargue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera animal: pensaría menos en los problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera ave: ya me hubiera ido volando hacia donde está mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera algo de la casa: probablemente me rompería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una zona del cuerpo: me rascara constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una obra de arte: sería tan abstracta como un Kandinsky, o tan sensible como el suprematismo de Malevich.&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera flor: me arrancara los pétalos del desamor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera dibujo animado: todo sería posible en mi mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una película: lloraría como el mejor drama, y reiría como la peor comedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una fruta: me echara ambientador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un recuerdo: intentara borrarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un insecto: correría de mi sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera color: mis alegrías fueran muchas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un sentimiento: me dolería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un sentido: sería el séptimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un partido político o un político: me encerrara en una celda y botara la llave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una fecha: fuera feriado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un juego infantil: sería el favorito de mi sobrino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un planeta: estaría estancada entre Marte y Venus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera algo del baño: admirara al papel higiénico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un instrumento musical: me tocara más de la cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una figura geométrica: me rediseñara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un idioma: sería el universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera uno de los 7 pecados capitales: me inventara un octavo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un día de la semana: nunca me perdiera en el año.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una prenda de vestir: anduviera desnuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera un país: conquistara al mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una comida: me suicidara para sobrevivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera una frase: terminara en puntos suspensivos.&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/7294036144363170788-2605522930324284695?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2605522930324284695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2605522930324284695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2605522930324284695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2605522930324284695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/pero-que-pena-que-no-lo-soy.html' title='pero que pena que no lo soy.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-dXA74JWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uawsSuhbKs4/s72-c/isnainiblogtemplate52fv8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-8652167366718183880</id><published>2007-03-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:14:06.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>del amor y otros demonios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sierva María no entendió nunca qué fue de Cayetano&lt;br /&gt;Delaura, por qué no volvió con su cesta de primores de los portales y sus noches&lt;br /&gt;insaciables. El 29 de mayo, sin alientos para más, volvió a soñar con la ventana&lt;br /&gt;de un campo nevado, donde Cayetano Delaura no estaba ni volvería a estar nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Tenía en el regazo un racimo de uvas doradas que volvían a retoñar tan pronto se&lt;br /&gt;las comía. Pero esta vez no las arrancaba una por una, sino de dos en dos, sin&lt;br /&gt;respirar apenas por las ansias de ganarle al racimo hasta la última uva. La&lt;br /&gt;guardiana que entró a prepararla para la sexta sesión de exorcismos la encontró&lt;br /&gt;muerta de amor en la cama con los ojos radiantes y la piel recién nacida. Los&lt;br /&gt;troncos de los cabellos le brotaban como burbujas en el cráneo rapado, y se les&lt;br /&gt;veía crecer.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feliz cumpleaños, &lt;strong&gt;márquez.&lt;/strong&gt; que cumplas unos cuantos más aunque sea.&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/7294036144363170788-8652167366718183880?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/8652167366718183880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=8652167366718183880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8652167366718183880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/8652167366718183880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/del-amor-y-otros-demonios.html' title='del amor y otros demonios.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-7138024735090338222</id><published>2007-03-02T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:39:04.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>con carácter de urgencia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prestigiosa empresa solicita miembro único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requisitos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037184721672000322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rees0PNI00I/AAAAAAAAAOc/j7_ForqvN7w/s400/200465460-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien me haga reír&lt;br /&gt;quien me haga llorar&lt;br /&gt;quien me llene de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;quien me llene de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;quien me regale sueños inconclusos&lt;br /&gt;quien me regale sueños realizados&lt;br /&gt;quien me de una flor&lt;br /&gt;quien me envíe un beso en la distancia con el viento como mensajero&lt;br /&gt;quien me regale caricias&lt;br /&gt;quien me escriba cartas&lt;br /&gt;quien me dibuje sonrisas con marcador indeleble&lt;br /&gt;quien me deje mil y una veces&lt;br /&gt;quien regrese mil y dos veces&lt;br /&gt;quien me recomiende canciones&lt;br /&gt;quien me las dedique&lt;br /&gt;quien no entienda mi mundo de cabezas&lt;br /&gt;quien desea explorar los misterios del pms&lt;br /&gt;quien me odie por amor&lt;br /&gt;quien no me soporte al menos una vez al día, y aun así se quede&lt;br /&gt;quien me escuche balbucear sin estallar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quien sea exactamente tú, o mejor aún, tú mismo.&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/7294036144363170788-7138024735090338222?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7138024735090338222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/7138024735090338222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/con-carcter-de-urgencia.html' title='con carácter de urgencia.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rees0PNI00I/AAAAAAAAAOc/j7_ForqvN7w/s72-c/200465460-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2450408922251111207</id><published>2007-03-02T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:31:04.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>y es verdad soy un payaso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReendfNI0zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/elx5A3_aTfw/s1600-h/57328694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037178833271837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReendfNI0zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/elx5A3_aTfw/s400/57328694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dicen que soy un payaso, que estoy muriendo por ti, y tu no me haces ni caso. Dicen que soy un payaso, &lt;strong&gt;porque toda mi ilusión es tenerte entre mis brazos.&lt;/strong&gt; Dicen que soy un payaso, que por culpa de tu amor voy de fracaso en fracaso. Dicen que soy un payaso, que &lt;strong&gt;va buscando valor en el fondo de los pasos.&lt;/strong&gt; Y es verdad soy un payaso, pero que le voy a hacer, uno no es lo que quiere, sino lo que puede ser. Dicen que soy payaso, que estoy muriendo por ti, y tu no me haces ni caso. Dicen que soy un payaso, que te sigue por ahí, &lt;strong&gt;con el alma hecha pedazos.&lt;/strong&gt; Dicen que soy un payaso, &lt;strong&gt;que querría hasta el amor que vas tirando a tu paso.&lt;/strong&gt; Dicen que soy un payaso, &lt;strong&gt;que no tengo ni valor para pegarme ni un balazo. &lt;/strong&gt;Y es verdad soy un payaso, pero que le voy a hacer, uno no es lo que quiere, sino lo que puede ser. &lt;strong&gt;Y es verdad soy un payaso.&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/7294036144363170788-2450408922251111207?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2450408922251111207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2450408922251111207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2450408922251111207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2450408922251111207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-es-verdad-soy-un-payaso.html' title='y es verdad soy un payaso.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReendfNI0zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/elx5A3_aTfw/s72-c/57328694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6071434883203516248</id><published>2007-03-01T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:26:56.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>liberty chain. spread your wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-edA74JZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jlsQVth2RXM/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039420729355412882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-edA74JZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jlsQVth2RXM/s200/freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. List twenty-six things you wish you could say to people but can't. You can list the same people repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Don't say who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Never discuss it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I'm sorry I didn't support you when you "seeked" me that day. Until this day, is the only thing I regret doing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I'm actually quite happy you haven't found anyone yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I envy your life, fills me with happiness knowing you enjoy it the way I would. That doesn't give you the right though to 'teach' me what life hasn't teach me yet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Fuck it, even if I had half your talent, I'd never be as obnoxious as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I'm sorry for the world we have created for you. Sometimes I wish you were born in another family, one that could give you what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I wish I'd been different while you were still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. I know you didn't try your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;best. Stop lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Sometimes I think about your life and I cry. I wish I could give you big warm hug and let you know how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. I forgive you, and love you, I know you're trying to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; things up. But you don't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. We were so close, what happened to our deep friendship? I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. You were asfixiating and you creeped the hell out of me. That's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I know all the truth, I just pretend to hide it until I can get actual proves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I have proves, I just refuse to accept reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Shut the fuck up, stop being a stuck up, and stop saying you have big huge problems, cause you don't, you overreacting bitch. You should instead feel damn happy cause God has given you everything you ever wished for. I wish I knew how that felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. No, I'm not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Please hug me and let me cry on your lap, while you listen to my heart. I love you more than anything in the world, why am I so scared of talking to you about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. I wish I was that person you want me to be, maybe that way you'd be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. You're an obnoxious bitch that cares for nobody else but yourself, and then you wonder why you're always changing 'friends'? No one's perfect, but omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. I deep down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel hate for you, and I don't trust you. I hate the fact that you took advantage of my naive-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. You're a compulsive liar. Nobody believes in a word that comes out of you except me. Get help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Because of you I consider the idea of hating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;24. You're always complaining about your family. Idiot, what others would give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;25. STOP WHINNING over nothing. You don't even know sadness in your life, be thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26. I'm not stupid as you think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6071434883203516248?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6071434883203516248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6071434883203516248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6071434883203516248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6071434883203516248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/03/liberty-chain-spread-your-wings.html' title='liberty chain. spread your wings.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Re-edA74JZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jlsQVth2RXM/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-6524192065803829119</id><published>2007-02-27T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:36:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>se me desarma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReSIDE97W2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8aP8IP67Po/s1600-h/200435430-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036299869761526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReSIDE97W2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8aP8IP67Po/s400/200435430-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; y se me pierden las piezas. que esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294036144363170788-6524192065803829119?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/6524192065803829119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=6524192065803829119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6524192065803829119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/6524192065803829119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/se-me-desarma.html' title='se me desarma.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/ReSIDE97W2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8aP8IP67Po/s72-c/200435430-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4675702194312438397</id><published>2007-02-18T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:07:13.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s a betch. fuck her and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: nuclear.&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/7294036144363170788-4675702194312438397?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4675702194312438397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4675702194312438397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4675702194312438397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4675702194312438397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-3616657833929781295</id><published>2007-02-12T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:20:34.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>descubrimiento/consuelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rc_otagKwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ro2lWUL2wo8/s1600-h/bi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030495175702135042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rc_otagKwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ro2lWUL2wo8/s400/bi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y es que con razón dejamos de encontrarnos. Tú en tu estado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y yo en mi estado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;olar.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7294036144363170788-3616657833929781295?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/3616657833929781295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=3616657833929781295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3616657833929781295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/3616657833929781295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/descubrimientoconsuelo.html' title='descubrimiento/consuelo.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/Rc_otagKwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ro2lWUL2wo8/s72-c/bi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-2920748707410597886</id><published>2007-02-10T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T02:58:15.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>elemental mi querido Watson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;las personas dejan de venir y empiezan a irse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;los sueños dejan de cumplirse y empiezan a acumularse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;el conformismo deja de complacer y el querer más empieza a tomar su lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;las mentiras dejan de hacer sonreír y las verdades empiezan a hacer llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;las paredes dejan de abrigar y empiezan a asfixiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y es que eventualmente... todo es &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;espor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ádic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;te e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fíme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ro.&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/7294036144363170788-2920748707410597886?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/2920748707410597886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=2920748707410597886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2920748707410597886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/2920748707410597886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/elemental-mi-querido-watson.html' title='elemental mi querido Watson.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-4418113897270847518</id><published>2007-02-09T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:29:36.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cancioncita molestosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RcwbCagKwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/e0GrzOXsTs8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029424612153934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RcwbCagKwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/e0GrzOXsTs8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;... pero no la puedo sacar de mi cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tengo que confesar que a veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no me gusta tu forma de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;luego te me desapareces y no entiendo muy bien por qué &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no dices nada romántico cuando llega el atardecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;te pones de un humor extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;con cada luna llena al mes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero a todo lo demás le gana lo bueno que me das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sólo tenerte cerca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siento que vuelvo a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo te quiero con limón y sal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo te quiero tal y como estás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no hace falta cambiarte nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo te quiero si vienes o si vas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si subes y bajas y no estás seguro de lo que sientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tengo que confesarte ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nunca creí en la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a veces algo se le parece, pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;es pura casualidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luego me vengo a encontrar con tus ojos, me dan algo más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo tenerte cerca siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que vuelvo a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo te quiero con limón y sal,&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero tal y como estás,&lt;br /&gt;no hace falta cambiarte nada,&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero si vienes o si vas,&lt;br /&gt;si subes y bajas y no estás seguro de lo que sientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo tenerte cerca siento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que vuelvo a empezar....&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/7294036144363170788-4418113897270847518?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/4418113897270847518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=4418113897270847518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4418113897270847518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/4418113897270847518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/cancioncita-molestosa.html' title='cancioncita molestosa.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/RcwbCagKwOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/e0GrzOXsTs8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294036144363170788.post-9005263867595132009</id><published>2007-02-08T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:32:18.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 palabras que separada de la otra mean nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck you.&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/7294036144363170788-9005263867595132009?l=aloserslife2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/feeds/9005263867595132009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294036144363170788&amp;postID=9005263867595132009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9005263867595132009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294036144363170788/posts/default/9005263867595132009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloserslife2.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-palabras-que-separada-de-la-otra-mean.html' title='2 palabras que separada de la otra mean nothing.'/><author><name>m.arias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452621349000880641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcowKj8Z6fI/SeSxZscs_UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cjBvcSY4dSE/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
