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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-110267358395017170</id><published>2004-12-10T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T02:23:57.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No te has ido a ninguna parte.</title><summary type='text'>Este posts es mejor si lo leen de abajo hacia arriba, empieza aqui ............................b: kasio, k onda , pues aki akordandome d ti,solo keria saludarte no se pork pero los domingo me akuerdo mas d ti.bayyA:: A: nunca fuimos las mejores amigas pero el tiempo que pasamos juntas aprendi a querete y conocerte......te extrano...A:: el otro dia te sone....te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/110267358395017170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=110267358395017170' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110267358395017170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110267358395017170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-te-has-ido-ninguna-parte.html' title='No te has ido a ninguna parte.'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-110150525178495605</id><published>2004-11-26T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:53:25.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you pumpkin.</title><summary type='text'> Winter's hereAnd there ain't nothing gonna changeThe winds are blowing telling me all I hearOh it's a funny time of yearThere'll be no blossom on the treesTurning now I see no reasonThe voice of love so out of seasonI need you nowBut you can't see me nowI'm travelling with no destinationStill hanging on to what may beIt's a funny time of yearI can seeThere'll be no blossom on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/110150525178495605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=110150525178495605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110150525178495605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110150525178495605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-miss-you-pumpkin.html' title='I miss you pumpkin.'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-110149815540639802</id><published>2004-11-26T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T11:42:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarea</title><summary type='text'>Hoy  planeo terminar los pendientes que tengo, justo despues de postear esto.Por lo general tiendo a procastinar, lo se..es malo y no deberia de hacerlo.Voy a investigar donde te tienen guardada pumpkinpara ir a visitarte y llorar un poco, siento que me hace falta, asi como me hace falta el cafe de los jueves.Voy a terminar tambien con las cosas que se me ocurren en la noche.son detalles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/110149815540639802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=110149815540639802' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110149815540639802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/110149815540639802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/11/tarea.html' title='Tarea'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-109901246315777885</id><published>2004-10-28T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:14:23.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><summary type='text'>Quien escribe cartas en estos tiempos?podrias verlo acaso en mi letra?el deseo impreso en la curva de mi "g"..?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/109901246315777885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=109901246315777885' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109901246315777885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109901246315777885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-109770959304233833</id><published>2004-10-13T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:19:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño</title><summary type='text'>Soñe de un lugar donde habia muchos fantasmas y apariciones, tantos que te daban un librito en la entrada donde venia la historia de cada uno de ellos y donde podias encontrarlos, la entrada eran unos escalones hacia abajo donde habia pasillos y mas escaleras, un lugar subterraneo digamos, el caso es que en este lugar habia tal cantidad de fantasmas y apariciones, incluso podias interactuar con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/109770959304233833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=109770959304233833' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109770959304233833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109770959304233833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/10/sueo.html' title='Sueño'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-109763292254990275</id><published>2004-10-12T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:02:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escena 1</title><summary type='text'>Exterior. Dia. Ciudad.    Ella es alta y delgada, con el pelo negro, largo y ondulado, ligeramente morena, mas que nada por pasar mucho tiempo al sol, sonrie con soltura y gracia, camina junto a el, tiene las manos juntas detras de la cintura, como escondiendolas, mira hacia abajo, como si cuidara de no tropezarse..    El es un poco mas alto que ella, pero no mucho, tambien tiene el pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/109763292254990275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=109763292254990275' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109763292254990275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109763292254990275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/10/escena-1.html' title='Escena 1'/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-109504808721305718</id><published>2004-09-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:33:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well she’s walking through the cloudsWith a circus mind that’s running roundButterflies and zebrasAnd moonbeams and fairy talesThat’s all she ever thinks aboutRiding with the wind.When I’m sad, she comes to meWith a thousand smiles, she gives to me freeIt’s alright she says it’s alrightTake anything you want from me, anythingAnything.Fly on little wing,Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/109504808721305718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=109504808721305718' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109504808721305718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109504808721305718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-shes-walking-through-clouds-with.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-109504732840091815</id><published>2004-09-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:48:48.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por el momento ...este blog regresa a su hogar original.gracias por visitar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/109504732840091815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=109504732840091815' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109504732840091815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/109504732840091815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/09/por-el-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-108249018386826529</id><published>2004-04-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T12:50:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AvisoA partir de hoy este blog se muda, gracias a quienes leen aqui, gracias por venir.comentarios, preguntas, etc. sirvanse dirigirlos a : ulises@superchafa.comsuperchafa.com/blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/108249018386826529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=108249018386826529' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108249018386826529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108249018386826529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/04/aviso-partir-de-hoy-este-blog-se-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-108058037809943225</id><published>2004-03-29T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T09:15:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>como si no fuera suficiente el trabajo, encima tengo que pensar en ti, en el que tal si..vale..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/108058037809943225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=108058037809943225' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108058037809943225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108058037809943225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/03/como-si-no-fuera-suficiente-el-trabajo.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-108054925126282683</id><published>2004-03-29T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:36:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's getting laterEs cuestion de que .....tentacion, es deliciosa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/108054925126282683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=108054925126282683' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108054925126282683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/108054925126282683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-getting-later-es-cuestion-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107876852788451829</id><published>2004-03-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:57:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NoticiasUna noticia me ha dejado mas tranquilo.hierba mala nunca muere..jejeje</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107876852788451829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107876852788451829' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107876852788451829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107876852788451829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/03/noticias-una-noticia-me-ha-dejado-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107862219078219146</id><published>2004-03-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:59:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fue la noche que menos te lo esperasaproximadamente las 2:30 am, en el centro de todo.y platicame, quien invento los post-it?- dejame ensenarte algo.como es que tienes esto?- afuera de una iglesia en el 99, y tambien conservo la llave de mi carro.regreso para el verano y cumplo años el 17 de sep y tu?- si, ya estoy grande, pense que ya te ibas.si, pero regrese..- nos vemos en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107862219078219146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107862219078219146' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107862219078219146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107862219078219146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/03/fue-la-noche-que-menos-te-lo-esperas.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107793324351665452</id><published>2004-02-27T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T17:07:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>una noticia me ha dejado mal...un amigo sufriendo, me hace llevarme la mano al pecho y humedece los ojos.esta tranquilo, con buen animo, pero su voz en el telefono sono preocupada.de aqui recibe un abrazo muy fuerte, y te mando toda la suerte que me han regalado.en las buenas y en las malas cabron, cuenta conmigo para lo que quieras.ya sabes donde encontrarme.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107735451038265034</id><published>2004-02-21T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T01:10:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> momentos decisivoshoy por fin decidi hacer lo que no habia querido hacer, lo que tenia la esperanza de no tener que hacer, si la neta..ya estuvo.....hay cosas que unos deben aprender, como por ej.  consideracion.por su atencion, gracias..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107735451038265034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107735451038265034' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107735451038265034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107735451038265034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/02/momentos-decisivos-hoy-por-fin-decidi.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107681007277370279</id><published>2004-02-14T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:56:23.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3:49 amLa gente cambia, cambian sus intereses, cambian de la misma manera que cambia el paisaje de un desierto, con la misma aparente inexplicabilidad, con la misma intensidad, con el mismo afan, y con la misma fuerza vital que tiene un mar que deja a su paso una estela ligera y siempre presente...., y como el mar....no cesan.el eco de tu olor, me hace regresar a este mismo lugar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107681007277370279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107681007277370279' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107681007277370279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107681007277370279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/02/349-am-la-gente-cambia-cambian-sus.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107640392831137431</id><published>2004-02-10T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:07:15.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exploracion 1.5Deseo tantas cosas que no se por donde empezar, por donde empezar a dirigir los pasos que dare sobre ese camino que se muestra frente a mi..no hay en realidad un meta verdad?el recorrido es lo unico importante.si , lo unico importante siempre ha sido lo mismo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107640392831137431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107640392831137431' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107640392831137431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107640392831137431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/02/exploracion-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107640356838647335</id><published>2004-02-10T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:01:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentimientos DificilesEn estos momentos cuando deberia de sentirme feliz y emocionado, no puedo evitar sentirme ansioso, un poco confundido, y nervioso acerca de los proximos dias/semanas/meses.En esta nueva curva del camino, hay buenas y prometedoras posibilidades......pero tambien hay un poco de miedo.y cito :"aprendí que cuando deseas algo y no sucede entonces hay que ganárselo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107640356838647335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107640356838647335' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107640356838647335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107640356838647335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/02/sentimientos-dificiles-en-estos.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107620388388723415</id><published>2004-02-07T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T17:33:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosas NuevasEs curioso como la vida te une y te des-une con personas que pensaste e incluso no deseabas relacionarte.pero bueno..por azares del destino, estare trabajando en un lugar donde hare cosas que nunca habia hecho, con responsabilidades nunca antes tenidas, y veremos como nos va..amigos, amigas, regalenme toda la suerte que no esten usando, la necesitare..gracias.Saludos..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107420791376449513</id><published>2004-01-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:06:35.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TrueCome on, oh my star is fadingAnd I see no chance of releaseI know I'm dead on the surfaceBut I'm screaming underneath</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107420791376449513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107420791376449513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107420791376449513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107420791376449513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/01/true-come-on-oh-my-star-is-fading-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107368422386636420</id><published>2004-01-09T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T13:38:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continue?.........8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,....yes, continue.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107368422386636420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107368422386636420' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107368422386636420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107368422386636420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/01/continue.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107363786608746619</id><published>2004-01-09T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:45:40.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>comienza el nuevo dia en la mitad de la noche..de aqui hasta las horas con luz..despierto, porque no quiero apagar la luz y estando debajo de una cobija seguir pensando donde fue la vuelta equivocada.esas cosas no se controlan, lo se.oh, i know.espero que no me vuelva a suceder....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107363786608746619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107363786608746619' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107363786608746619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107363786608746619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2004/01/comienza-el-nuevo-dia-en-la-mitad-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107359147339119604</id><published>2004-01-08T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:15:18.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and woman, hold me close to your hearthowever distant they keep us apartafter all, is it written in the stars</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107359147339119604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107359147339119604' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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interior..tan solo para ver que sale.ultimamente debo admitirlo, yo no lo he usado para eso, aunque en algunas ocasiones porque no decirlo, me ha ayudado bastante.hacerle pequeños cambios al blog, a su estructura, a los colores, tweaks del codigo, de alguna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107268887295683267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107268887295683267' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107268887295683267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107268887295683267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/diferentes-maneras-de-expresarse-es-un.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107257479768955177</id><published>2003-12-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T17:28:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marte, Dios de Guerra y derramador de sangreEl dia 25 de diciembre, la sonda espacial Beagle2 aterrizo (o por lo menos eso creen)  en la superficie marciana, con propositos de exploracion de su espacio inmediato, y para la busqueda de vida ya sea existente y pasada.hasta el momento no se han podido comunicar con la sonda.pero lo anterior no tiene nada que ver con la razon por la cual empeze</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107179289694994331</id><published>2003-12-18T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:15:50.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Energia Un reactor generador de energia funcionando a base de la fusion de isotopos de hidrogeno, especificamente Deuterio y Tritium.cantidades enormes de energia, 5 billones de dolares.mmmm, mas barato que una guerra. quieres saber mas?ITER Home Page</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107179289694994331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107179289694994331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107179289694994331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107179289694994331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/energia-un-reactor-generador-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107130855158017686</id><published>2003-12-13T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T01:43:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me resisto a empujarte a otro juego de azaren el aire reverbera el ansia de mi voz...  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107130855158017686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107130855158017686' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107130855158017686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107130855158017686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/me-resisto-empujarte-otro-juego-de.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107114035027560942</id><published>2003-12-11T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:59:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quiero empezar temprano manana, cortarme el pelo y rasurarme.terminar ese pendiente y q me paguen, para poder empezar el otro y terminarlo antes del viernes y cobrarlo.fin de semana para empezar de nuevo el dia 15, con 31 años, poquitas penas, muchas alegrias, buenos recuerdos y mas asuntos pendientes..amigos/as, necesito toda la suerte que me puedan dar.gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107114035027560942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107114035027560942' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107114035027560942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107114035027560942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/quiero-empezar-temprano-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107110597694402828</id><published>2003-12-10T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:27:02.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de lo que fue no hay mas?such is life.?got it.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-10709960093780365</id><published>2003-12-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T10:54:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>120 millas por hora, la tierra esta lejoscon que cosa se puede comparar ?no se..buena pregunta..ni siquiera tenemos que buscar comparaciones con nada...la comparaciones suelen ser odiosas.ademas, cada cosa tiene valor por si misma y no necesitamos compararla para apreciarla por lo que realmente es.i try not to lie, i dont always succeed but i really do try.he decidido varias veces la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/10709960093780365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=10709960093780365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/10709960093780365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/10709960093780365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/120-millas-por-hora-la-tierra-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107084629886290758</id><published>2003-12-07T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T17:19:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Intimacy is when we're in the same place at the same timeDealing honestly with how we feel, and who we really areThat's what grown-ups doThat is mature thinking."algo asi..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107084629886290758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107084629886290758' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107084629886290758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107084629886290758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/intimacy-is-when-were-in-same-place-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107070728214666588</id><published>2003-12-06T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T02:42:03.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando veo a traves de la psta, veo a jimmy satisfecho y me da gusto..veo la pista y veo caras conocidas, otras no tanto y algunas que creo que vi en una pelicula, algunas en bitmaps...curioso..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107070728214666588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107070728214666588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107070728214666588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107070728214666588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/cuando-veo-traves-de-la-psta-veo-jimmy.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107061085279372420</id><published>2003-12-04T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:54:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sera el lunes cuando me tire de cabeza al vacio . .  . . el vertigo ..la inmensidad..nos veremos en el aire?seguro nos veremos en el suelo..y en otras partes.we've got a war to fight..don't we?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-107033451492403301</id><published>2003-12-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:09:12.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigos..necesito toda la suerte que me puedan dar.gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/107033451492403301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=107033451492403301' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107033451492403301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/107033451492403301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/12/amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106989141150182584</id><published>2003-11-26T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:04:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come back and sing it..ahhhhhhyes,,,come back and sing it loud..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106989141150182584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106989141150182584' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106989141150182584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106989141150182584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/come-back-and-sing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106922322136830905</id><published>2003-11-18T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:27:25.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a veces me da frio en la noche..a veces no me da frio..esas noches son lindas..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106922322136830905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106922322136830905' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106922322136830905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106922322136830905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/veces-me-da-frio-en-la-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106906101071802909</id><published>2003-11-17T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:24:51.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y despues de todo los momentos., de todos los detalles..de todas las lluvias dentro de un carro..queda un espacio compartido donde se quedan esas palabras, y esas oportunidades pasadas...yo solo estaba intentando adivinar mis pasos, porque no tenia idea como caminar..como quisiera regresar al inicio y re-tomar tu mano..y decirte en voz alta lo que sentia mi corazon..rush to the start..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106906101071802909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106906101071802909' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106906101071802909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106906101071802909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/y-despues-de-todo-los-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106906038285983265</id><published>2003-11-17T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:13:25.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EntoncesCuando..las cosas claras, asi deben de ser..people change their minds..formalidades.vaya..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106906038285983265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106906038285983265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106906038285983265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106906038285983265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/entonces-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106817011575657933</id><published>2003-11-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T17:55:14.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war..if you show me there's something worth fightin' for..blame it upon a rush of blood to the head..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106817011575657933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106817011575657933' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106817011575657933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106817011575657933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-gonna-buy-gun-and-start-war.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106806788903636556</id><published>2003-11-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:39:13.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy las palabras me salen perezosas,sin conviccion ni entusiasmo,sin brio ni alegria,apenas sin aire, casi en pedazos.Hoy de mi boca brotaun hilo de silabasenredado en espiralesque cuelgan de los labios.Ayer perdi los acentos,las comas, los hiatos...las haches sonabana corazon oxidado.Manana tengo miedo...a quedarme sin vocales...a llorar en consonantes...a reir en silencio.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106806788903636556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106806788903636556' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106806788903636556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106806788903636556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/hoy-las-palabras-me-salen-perezosas.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106806266110468091</id><published>2003-11-05T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:04:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo ganas de compartirEstando parado en la ventana de mi habitacion fumando, a oscuras....pense . "que es lo que no quiero??"y la respuesta es simple..no quiero quedarme solo.....quiero suspirar,,eso quiero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106806266110468091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106806266110468091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106806266110468091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106806266110468091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/tengo-ganas-de-compartir-estando.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106783318773043259</id><published>2003-11-02T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T20:19:46.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todo depende de nosotros..indeed, //</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106783318773043259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106783318773043259' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106783318773043259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106783318773043259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/11/todo-depende-de-nosotros.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106765505911690391</id><published>2003-10-31T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T18:50:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>varios otonios ya para mi amigo y broder in arms, abbul abbas albashani..un abrazo fuerte loco..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106765505911690391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106765505911690391' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106765505911690391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106765505911690391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/varios-otonios-ya-para-mi-amigo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106756387908383051</id><published>2003-10-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:31:18.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A veces pienso en lo que no tengo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106756387908383051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106756387908383051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106756387908383051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106756387908383051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/veces-pienso-en-lo-que-no-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106756382445582773</id><published>2003-10-30T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T18:49:32.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no true meaning to anythingTry not to feel bad, such is life..you wont always get want you want, realize that and you'll be happy..fight hard, fight it  with all your might..Muere de pie, en ves de vivir de rodillas..Un abrazo fuerte a todos los que lo quieran..gracias por escuchar..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106756382445582773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106756382445582773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106756382445582773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106756382445582773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/there-is-no-true-meaning-to-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106678514553074773</id><published>2003-10-21T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T18:12:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we all shine on..like the stars and the moon and the sun..asi es john..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106678514553074773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106678514553074773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106678514553074773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106678514553074773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/we-all-shine-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106615392047203146</id><published>2003-10-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T10:52:59.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Digamos que no hay mucho que pueda hacer al respecto justo cuando creo que ya no me sucedera, sonrio cuando algo me recuerda de ti.ni siquiera me ayuda el que me digas lo que debo de hacer, que debo dejar de hacerle al loco, no encuentro el interruptor que dice 'turn this to stop loving'como dice el Guero"ni modo, ya te chingaste"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106615392047203146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106615392047203146' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106615392047203146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106615392047203146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/digamos-que-no-hay-mucho-que-pueda.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106557242906044887</id><published>2003-10-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T17:20:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please help..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106557242906044887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106557242906044887' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106557242906044887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106557242906044887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/please-help.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106556410794424777</id><published>2003-10-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:01:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeseosI read somewhere that a strong soul has will, a feeble one has desires.Which made me ask myself what kind of a soul do i have, i like to think that i have a strong soul, however if you were to look at the last 4 years of life you would think otherwise, well..i don't want to have a feeble soul, is not good for one's insecurities and fears to have a weak soul.Everyday, i wake up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106556410794424777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106556410794424777' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106556410794424777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106556410794424777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/deseos-i-read-somewhere-that-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106541783985934888</id><published>2003-10-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:23:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se que soy nada mas que menos de lo que podria ser..me resisto a empujarte a otro juego de azar.necesito tener amarrados los pies..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106541783985934888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106541783985934888' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106541783985934888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106541783985934888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/se-que-soy-nada-mas-que-menos-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106513599794592738</id><published>2003-10-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T16:06:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoy a eso del mediodia se fue volando lo ultimo que tenia de confianza en amistades largas..una decepcion que no habia querido aceptar.vaya..gracias, have a nice life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106513599794592738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106513599794592738' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106513599794592738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106513599794592738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/10/hoy-eso-del-mediodia-se-fue-volando-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106444362866311147</id><published>2003-09-24T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T15:09:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hacia mucho tiempo que no se me salian las lagrimas......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106444362866311147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106444362866311147' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106444362866311147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106444362866311147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/hacia-mucho-tiempo-que-no-se-me-salian.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106391169070767081</id><published>2003-09-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T12:01:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya quiero llegar a 'casa'...-"donde estemos juntos, sera nuestro hogar."..lindo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106391169070767081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106391169070767081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106391169070767081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106391169070767081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/ya-quiero-llegar-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106391158213348992</id><published>2003-09-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T11:59:41.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando se deja de estar confundido?, cuando se deja de ser parte del problema para ser parte de la solucion??estoy desesperado??, abso-fuckin-lutely..grandes males, grandes remedios dicen por ahi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106391158213348992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106391158213348992' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106391158213348992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106391158213348992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/cuando-se-deja-de-estar-confundido.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106367002017664108</id><published>2003-09-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:07:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryYou don't know how lovely you areI had to find youTell you I need youTell you I set you apartTell me your secretsAnd nurse me your questionsOh let's go back to the startRunning in circlesComing up tailsHeads on a silence apartNobody said it was easyIt's such a shame for us to partNobody said it was easyNo one ever said it would be this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106367002017664108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106367002017664108' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106367002017664108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106367002017664108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/come-up-to-meet-you-tell-you-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106366844930840263</id><published>2003-09-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:35:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escucho lo que dijiste, siempre he podido escuchar a la gente..pero nunca me he hecho escuchar.now i'm feeling hopeless..don't worry, tu no tienes ninguna responsabilidad.my back is sturdy and strong..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106366844930840263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106366844930840263' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106366844930840263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106366844930840263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/escucho-lo-que-dijiste-siempre-he.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106366506619921291</id><published>2003-09-15T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T15:38:58.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solo quisiera quiero decir que estoy triste.vale.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106366506619921291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106366506619921291' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106366506619921291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106366506619921291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/solo-quisiera-quiero-decir-que-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106315595803160439</id><published>2003-09-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:05:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tengo periodos de alegria, de contento, de good feelin'...gracias, gracias, gracias..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106315595803160439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106315595803160439' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106315595803160439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106315595803160439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/tengo-periodos-de-alegria-de-contento.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106315573476551443</id><published>2003-09-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:02:14.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, empeze por comprar el periodico, y revisar la seccion de empleos.mmmm, parece como que no es tan mala idea estudiar contabilidad despues de todo..que hueva... siempre es bueno decir lo que se quiere decir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106315573476551443/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106253225975150771</id><published>2003-09-02T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:50:59.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dios destructor y creador, danzante sobre un anillo de fuego.Primitiva es la humanidad, que se reune sobre un fuego. no podemos evitarlo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106253225975150771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106253225975150771' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106253225975150771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106253225975150771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/09/dios-destructor-y-creador-danzante.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106227460649617211</id><published>2003-08-30T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T13:16:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El ser zurdo hara alguna diferencia en como hacemos las cosas?Complica un poco las cosas en situaciones triviales como usar un abrelatas, saca corchos, un rifle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106227460649617211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106227460649617211' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227460649617211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227460649617211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/el-ser-zurdo-hara-alguna-diferencia-en.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106227412968677291</id><published>2003-08-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T13:08:49.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creo que es momento de reconsiderar las opciones, tanto profesionales como personales..analizar lo que tengo.lo que no tengo.lo que quiero.lo que no quiero.quien me quierey quien no me quiere.momento de compromisos tal ves?que miedo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106227412968677291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106227412968677291' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227412968677291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227412968677291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/creo-que-es-momento-de-reconsiderar.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106227133848230142</id><published>2003-08-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T12:22:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A la gente no le agrada el compromiso, no les gusta aceptar que los quieren, porque no pueden ser las cosas mas simples y sencillas, todo mundo quiere su pequeno espacio personal que no quiere que le invadan, su puto mundito donde ellos/as controlan lo que pasa.fuck that..dejense querer chingada madre, dejen que alguien los acompane, que alguien les dija que los quiere y no tengan miedo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106227133848230142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106227133848230142' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227133848230142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106227133848230142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/la-gente-no-le-agrada-el-compromiso-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106218738009952815</id><published>2003-08-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T13:03:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esta haciendo un buen viento alla afuera, como para subir el cerro, sacar el papalote, y volar....si si, volar..que romantico.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106218738009952815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106218738009952815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106218738009952815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106218738009952815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/esta-haciendo-un-buen-viento-alla.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106218712533790236</id><published>2003-08-29T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:58:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la proverbial pantalla en blanco me mira de regreso..jajaahay que saber aceptar cuando se es querido bien.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106218712533790236/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106209021079416283</id><published>2003-08-28T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:03:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, ya pues..si alguien sabe de algun trabajo vacante donde necesiten a alguien que sepa hacer flash, web, video, audio, o cosa parecida, que paguen un sueldo medianamente decente, avisenme..ulises@subebaja.comulises@radioglobal.orgrotarypot@hotmail.comTambien se aceptan trabajos en ferreterias, gasolinerias, tiendas de mascotas, dulcerias, papelerias.quieres que te laven los platos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106209021079416283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106209021079416283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106209021079416283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106209021079416283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/ok-ya-pues.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106208939832637897</id><published>2003-08-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T09:49:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seria muy agradable saber nuestro proposito en este cochinero que llamados la vida diaria.por lo pronto, puedo decir que una de las razones por las cuales me levanto de la cama todos los dias, sonrie cuando le sonrio.Vale.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106208939832637897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106208939832637897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106208939832637897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106208939832637897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/seria-muy-agradable-saber-nuestro.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106208060388157430</id><published>2003-08-28T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T07:23:23.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pissed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106208060388157430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106208060388157430' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106208060388157430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106208060388157430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106193984862046109</id><published>2003-08-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T16:17:28.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoy amaneci de mal humor, sin ganas, y con este calor que no ayuda..no se, no quiero estar aqui sentado frente a esta computadora, no puedo ser "creativo"mierda..nos vemos..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106193984862046109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106193984862046109' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106193984862046109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106193984862046109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/hoy-amaneci-de-mal-humor-sin-ganas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106149025871210836</id><published>2003-08-21T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T11:24:18.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dice cosas que yo no digo, por eso me lleva ventaja.sale.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106149025871210836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106149025871210836' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106149025871210836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106149025871210836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/dice-cosas-que-yo-no-digo-por-eso-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106066337206282119</id><published>2003-08-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T22:34:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouchie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106066337206282119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106066337206282119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106066337206282119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106066337206282119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/ouchie.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106037214136845446</id><published>2003-08-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T17:29:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosas Importantes pasan en los cielos nocturnos.Este mes la tierra estara alcanzando a el planeta Marte en el encuentro mas cercano durante la historia registrada.La proxima vez que esto suceda sera en el 2287.El encuentro culminara el dia 27 de AGOSTO cuando Marte y la Tierra estaran a 34,649,589 millas de distancia y sera (despues de la Luna) el objeto celeste mas brillante del cielo,..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106037214136845446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106037214136845446' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106037214136845446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106037214136845446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/cosas-importantes-pasan-en-los-cielos.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106019512716021501</id><published>2003-08-06T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T11:38:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuevas oportunidades de trabajo, nuevas formas de ver a las personas, nuevos huecos en el corazon, nuevos sentimientos, nuevas cosas que aprender.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106019512716021501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106019512716021501' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106019512716021501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106019512716021501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/nuevas-oportunidades-de-trabajo-nuevas.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106019391183963841</id><published>2003-08-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T11:18:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay quienes no estaran de acuerdo con el post anterior.whatever.no me cayo bien, y no creo que lo haga nunca, disculpen pero hay personas susceptibles y no tan maduras y bien balanceadas como para escuchar esas cosas.gracias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106019391183963841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106019391183963841' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106019391183963841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106019391183963841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/hay-quienes-no-estaran-de-acuerdo-con.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-106010142010441663</id><published>2003-08-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T09:37:27.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acuerdos sin palabrasCiertos acuerdos entre las personas no se discuten, son acuerdos sin intercambio de palabras, algo parecido a ese acuerdo mutuo entre los conductores de vehiculos.- "yo traigo un carro, de metal, pesado, peligroso" - "yo tambien"- "que te parece si no chocamos nuestros carros peligrosos de metal?"- "me parece buena idea.."Ahi esta un acuerdo que nunca discutieron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/106010142010441663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=106010142010441663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106010142010441663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/106010142010441663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/08/acuerdos-sin-palabras-ciertos-acuerdos.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105907708329356001</id><published>2003-07-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:04:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wouldn't know what to do with another chance, if you gave it to me..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105907708329356001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105907708329356001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105907708329356001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105907708329356001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-wouldnt-know-what-to-do-with-another.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105901392443754545</id><published>2003-07-23T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:52:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De cuando en cuando, posteo cosas acerca de mi, de como creo q deberia de ser el mundo, las personas, la comida, opiniones y demas..creo que soy tonto,  tu tambien lo eres.disfruto de tomar una cerveza con comida, particularmente con scalopinis a la pimienta, creo que hay personas a la cuales no deberia serles permitido tener hijos, naci el 15 de diciembre de 1972, lo cual me hace un NERD, y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105901392443754545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105901392443754545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105901392443754545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105901392443754545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/de-cuando-en-cuando-posteo-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105890247283121388</id><published>2003-07-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T12:34:32.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105890247283121388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105890247283121388' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105890247283121388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105890247283121388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/who-wouldnt-want-good-girl-soft-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105890005641744317</id><published>2003-07-22T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:02:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>minha revelaçiominha luz escondidaminha bussola e minha desorientaçoo amor escraviza </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105890005641744317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105890005641744317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105890005641744317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105890005641744317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/minha-revelaio-minha-luz-escondida.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105889863634675982</id><published>2003-07-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T11:30:36.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El momento preciso es suficiente para hacer que te duela el estomago...Un momento preciso es suficiente para hacer que dudes de cosas seguras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105889863634675982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105889863634675982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105889863634675982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105889863634675982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/el-momento-preciso-es-suficiente-para.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105874591815743356</id><published>2003-07-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T17:05:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aviso de ocasion :he quitado la opcion de comentarios porque esta extremadamente lenta, y no sirve de gran cosa, si gustan dejar comentarios , por favor usen el TAG-BOARD del lado derecho..gracias..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105874591815743356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105874591815743356' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105874591815743356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105874591815743356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/aviso-de-ocasion-he-quitado-la-opcion.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105874246841492305</id><published>2003-07-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T16:07:48.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>escribo este post despues de haber seguido las instrucciones de MICROSOFT para restaurar las fuentes default de windows98 SE, al pie de la letra..y en el proceso haberle dado en la madre al sistema operativo **sigh**, re-instalado el puto sistema de caca, y viendo que se arreglo el problemilla de fuentes que tenia, veamos cuanto tiempo dura el gusto...maldito sistema mierda.gracias microsoft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105874246841492305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105874246841492305' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105874246841492305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105874246841492305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/escribo-este-post-despues-de-haber.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105873773189171358</id><published>2003-07-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T14:48:51.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>creo que es hora de renovar los links de este blog, incluso de renovar el diseño, a ver si es cierto que muy chido con el web disain...este blog ha tenido algunos problemas con los commentarios, mmmm..lo cual es una razon mas para mandar a la goma a blogger y continuar este blog en otro sitio, ah yes..comida china..pasale fab, hey eduardo, que onda con el hosting que me prometiste...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105873773189171358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105873773189171358' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105873773189171358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105873773189171358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/creo-que-es-hora-de-renovar-los-links.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105873731053634932</id><published>2003-07-20T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T14:41:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tengo un poco de hambre, y estoy ya considerando la idea de salir a buscarme algo para desayunar, desayunare solo problablemente.tengo que hacer algo pronto.no se que, pero pronto.algo inesperado.algo bueno.algo ..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105873731053634932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105873731053634932' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105873731053634932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105873731053634932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/tengo-un-poco-de-hambre-y-estoy-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105821809910020093</id><published>2003-07-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:38:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lei esto por ahi en un blog..originalmente en ingles, me tomare la libertad de parafrasear..mira hijo de puta..no NECESITAS un HUMMER 2, ni siquiera el amarillo bonito...eres un DENTISTA.no la PUTA PIERNA DERECHA DE VOLTRON...JAJAJAJAJAAJAJA, JAJAJAJAJAJAAJAo sea, si tienes demasiado dinero en tus manos..no lleves tu fantasia de la infancia contigo cuando vayas a la agencia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105821809910020093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105821809910020093' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105821809910020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105821809910020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/lei-esto-por-ahi-en-un-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105804001872003950</id><published>2003-07-12T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T13:00:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quize escribir pero no pude..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105804001872003950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105804001872003950' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105804001872003950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105804001872003950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/quize-escribir-pero-no-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105756364973630469</id><published>2003-07-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T00:43:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y si, al final te quedas con el sabor que te toca, con las sonrisas..something valuable..life is very short..and there's no time for fuzzin' and fightin' my friend..it feels good...doesn't it.? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105756364973630469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105756364973630469' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105756364973630469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105756364973630469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/y-si-al-final-te-quedas-con-el-sabor.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105744912339803934</id><published>2003-07-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T00:21:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo el dia he pensado en esta cancion..There are places I rememberAll my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105744912339803934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105744912339803934' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105744912339803934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105744912339803934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/07/todo-el-dia-he-pensado-en-esta-cancion.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105668782553176846</id><published>2003-06-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:23:45.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>algo rapido, algo escondido, algo que recordar, algo...yes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105668782553176846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105668782553176846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105668782553176846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105668782553176846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/algo-rapido-algo-escondido-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105614226235337635</id><published>2003-06-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T13:51:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy esta haciendo un viento constante que invita a salir a volar un papalote, y pensar y pensar y pensar, y descubrir como es que los mensajes son equivocados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105614226235337635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105614226235337635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105614226235337635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105614226235337635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/hoy-esta-haciendo-un-viento-constante.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-105579181817062190</id><published>2003-06-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:34:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disculpen el geeksus lapsus...ESTOS BASTARDOS DE BLOGGER NO SOPORTAN EL NAVEGADOR "OPERA" EN SU MAS RECIENTE VERSION DE BLOGGER,..te mandan a la version "lo-fi", whatever the fuck that means...Standard Blogger is compatible with IE6 and Mozilla 1.0 or greater. All other browsers will be automatically redirected to the LoFi interface.motherfuckers..pasandose los standares del web por los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/105579181817062190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=105579181817062190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105579181817062190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/105579181817062190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/disculpen-el-geeksus-lapsus.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-95497726</id><published>2003-06-10T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:22:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SomethingSomething in the way she movesAttracts me like no other loverSomething in the way she woos meI don't want to leave her nowYou know I believe and howSomewhere in her smile she knowsThat I don't need no other loverSomething in her style that shows meI don't want to leave her nowYou know I believe and howYou're asking me will my love growI don't know, I don't knowYou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/95497726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=95497726' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95497726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95497726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/something-something-in-way-she-moves.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-95493579</id><published>2003-06-09T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T22:29:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya esta de regreso, y me alegra....como un color en el arcoiris.Vale...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/95493579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=95493579' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95493579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95493579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/ya-esta-de-regreso-y-me-alegra.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-95382309</id><published>2003-06-06T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T12:21:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we can work it out...think of what you're saying, you can get it wrongand still you think that it's alright life is very short, and there's no time..for fuzzing and fightin my friend..i have have always though that it's a crime,,de repente me encuentro pensando en el hubiera, en el que tal si ........pero como dicen por ahi, el hubiera no existe, there is nothing more than this.y luego</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/95382309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=95382309' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95382309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95382309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/we-can-work-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-95301457</id><published>2003-06-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:50:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmmmmmm, lo sospeche desde un principio...    You are 40%       geek          You are a geek liaison, which means you       go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with       geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where       you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important       role and one of which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/95301457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=95301457' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95301457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95301457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/06/mmmmmmm-lo-sospeche-desde-un-principio.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-95124221</id><published>2003-05-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T09:43:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ustedes que creen que debo de hacer?debo de tirarme por la ventana??debo dejarme de cosas.debo de ??????</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/95124221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=95124221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95124221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/95124221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/05/ustedes-que-creen-que-debo-de-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395341.post-94360162</id><published>2003-05-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T17:58:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quien es ella.......?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/feeds/94360162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395341&amp;postID=94360162' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/94360162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395341/posts/default/94360162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salida.blogspot.com/2003/05/img-src-httpimg.html' title=''/><author><name>bodycounter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541751199593672563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
