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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peligroso? -----Noooooo!!! para nada... no pasé de un par de moretones... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad confirmo que soy maaaaala para ese tipo de cosas, creo que no le doy ni a un hipopótamo que tenga enfrente... jajajajaja, pero en fin, me la pasé muy bien y fue bonito ver a mis &lt;a href="mailto:amig@s"&gt;amig@s&lt;/a&gt; de nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un par de fotos con la evidencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SSRwCzGFipI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WGXezVca4pI/s1600-h/15-11-08_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270460657308109458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SSRwCzGFipI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WGXezVca4pI/s400/15-11-08_1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7793226828289400227</id><published>2008-11-18T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:00:08.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya hay telarañas aquí.... vamos a limpiar un poquito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=0P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7793226828289400227?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8710546212202769768</id><published>2008-10-04T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:41:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida Chafita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGkHj10TNdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGkHj10TNdU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;sniff... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;creo q lo voy a extrañar mucho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8910350573353191503</id><published>2008-10-01T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:32:19.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fEliZ dÍa dEl nIñO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SOQISLOuA7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/_d5RhBUut_Y/s1600-h/ni%C3%B1o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252332173766034354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SOQISLOuA7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/_d5RhBUut_Y/s400/ni%C3%B1o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SNx7YgTCN-I/AAAAAAAAATs/FyJ5-GtCjik/s400/decision.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SNx7YgTCN-I/AAAAAAAAATs/FyJ5-GtCjik/s1600-h/decision.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SNx7YgTCN-I/AAAAAAAAATs/FyJ5-GtCjik/s1600-h/decision.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;La vida está llena de decisiones... desde las más sencillas como decidir si hoy estaré cómoda con aquellos zapatos bajos pero no tan ''bonitos'' o si sufriré un poco con aquellos otros, pero que me harán ver digamos q más ''arregladita''... hasta aquellas difíciles e importantes como cuando a tus cortos 17 añitos de edad te toca decidir tu carrera universitaria disq sabiendo q a eso te vas a dedicar el resto de tu vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pues hace ya un par de meses que me ha tocado tomar un par de decisiones difíciles e importantes... pero AHHHHHHH q mala soy para eso... me admira realmente cuan difícil puede ser para mi tomar una decisión por mi misma... ahí ando pidiendo opiniones, evaluando si fulanita piensa x ó y cosa pero si sutanita piensa esta otra... Por qué no puedo evaluar mis propias opciones? Confío mucho en la opinión de un par de personas que son muy importantes en mi vida, y no, no veo mal el consultar con ellas cuando voy a tomar una decisión, ya que respeto y admiro mucho su opinión... sin embargo, siento que cada vez necesito más aprobación y eso no me gusta para nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por otra parte... eso de las decisiones cruciales que te cambian la vida, que son difíciles pero son necesarias... no sé como es que saca uno fuerza para esas cosas, sobre todo cuando toooodo lo demás parece confabularse para que se te haga más difícil tirarte al agua... o que llega un punto en el que piensas que aventarte es como tirarte en medio del oceano, sin saber nadar y sin salvavidas... porque con las variables en juego, no hay forma de que esa ecuación tenga una solución...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Por qué tiene que ser tan difícil? ¿Por qué cuando tomo esa decisión importante, todo sale al revés? ¿Por qué es siempre la misma limitante? ¿Existen de veras las famosas ''señales''? ¿Será que de verdad tengo que verlas así? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estoy cansada de sentirme tan confundida y tan insegura, necesito dar un cambio radical a mi vida, YA! Porque he llegado al punto de sentirme enojada conmigo misma... por no darme mi lugar y por no luchar por lo que es mio... solo mio, de nadie más... pero también necesito que las cosas mejoren y que por fin, una de tantas, salga bien... ya estuvo bueno de TORMENTA... es hora de que salga el ARCOIRIS... que ya estoy a punto de cambiarme al otro bando... de quienes no creen en el famoso arcoiris este... que ni a pex quiere salir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-228007155507433433?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/228007155507433433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=228007155507433433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/228007155507433433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/228007155507433433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisiones.html' title='Decisiones...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SNx7YgTCN-I/AAAAAAAAATs/FyJ5-GtCjik/s72-c/decision.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6557349226407491369</id><published>2008-09-15T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:30:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;=0S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How to know that this is the right decision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the right time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the right way to do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6557349226407491369?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6557349226407491369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6557349226407491369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6557349226407491369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6557349226407491369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit.html' title='Shit!!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-209452714148128544</id><published>2008-08-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:54:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>cansada de mi vida, cansada de ser tan cobarde, cansada de no tomar las riendas&lt;br /&gt;ya no tengo lágrimas, mi corazón está seco, así como se está volviendo mi vida... seca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé en qué momento dejé de sentir, en qué momento dejé de vivir...&lt;br /&gt;solo hay un vacío... un gran vacío... y silencio... todo está en silencio...&lt;br /&gt;qué miedo me da el vacío... que frío se siente el silencio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mis manos están temblando, puedo escuchar mi corazón, latiendo tan fuerte...&lt;br /&gt;creo que se quiere salir... supongo que ya no aguanta estar ahí, adentro, tan apretado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo también quiero salir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-209452714148128544?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/209452714148128544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=209452714148128544' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/209452714148128544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/209452714148128544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6907660060549011719</id><published>2008-07-10T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:27:25.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dReAm oF a bEtTeR WoRlD....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbuf8vU_qI/AAAAAAAAATc/aAa81H2_flc/s1600-h/the+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221623050630659746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbuf8vU_qI/AAAAAAAAATc/aAa81H2_flc/s400/the+chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbrxu2Fc5I/AAAAAAAAATE/mlmaAavkRmM/s1600-h/the+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wHeRe cHicKeNs cAn cRoSs RoAds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbrxrgADkI/AAAAAAAAATM/p9oMtWgqeAc/s1600-h/chicken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221620056705732162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbrxrgADkI/AAAAAAAAATM/p9oMtWgqeAc/s400/chicken1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wItHoUt hAvInG tHeiR mOtiVes qUeStiOnEd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbu4YjzCsI/AAAAAAAAATk/TYn-Qnb7Weo/s1600-h/chicken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221623470415350466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbu4YjzCsI/AAAAAAAAATk/TYn-Qnb7Weo/s400/chicken2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6907660060549011719?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6907660060549011719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6907660060549011719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6907660060549011719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6907660060549011719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SHbuf8vU_qI/AAAAAAAAATc/aAa81H2_flc/s72-c/the+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2470696509463878013</id><published>2008-06-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:54:52.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Lucía</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYGE1sRt1zU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYGE1sRt1zU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menudo me recuerdas a alguien&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa la imagino sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;invadido por la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;me devora la impaciencia&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto si algun día te veré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se todo de tu vida, y sin embargo&lt;br /&gt;no conozco ni un detalle de ti&lt;br /&gt;el teléfono es muy frio,&lt;br /&gt;tus llamadas son muy cortas&lt;br /&gt;yo si quiero conocerte y tu no a mi&lt;br /&gt;por favor...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame una cita&lt;br /&gt;vamos al parque&lt;br /&gt;entra en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;sin anunciarte&lt;br /&gt;abre las puertas&lt;br /&gt;cierra los ojos&lt;br /&gt;vamos a vernos&lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame tus manos&lt;br /&gt;siente las mias&lt;br /&gt;como dos ciegos&lt;br /&gt;Santa Lucía... Santa Lucía.. Ohh Santa Luciiiiía..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menudo me recuerdas a mi...&lt;br /&gt;Eehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez pensé se ha equivocado&lt;br /&gt;la segunda vez no supe que decir&lt;br /&gt;las demás me dabas miedo&lt;br /&gt;tanto loco que anda suelto&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se que no podría vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;por favor...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame una cita&lt;br /&gt;vamos al parque&lt;br /&gt;entra en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;sin anunciarte&lt;br /&gt;abre las puertas&lt;br /&gt;cierra los ojos&lt;br /&gt;vamos a vernos&lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame tus manos&lt;br /&gt;siente las mias&lt;br /&gt;como dos ciegos&lt;br /&gt;Santa Lucía... Santa Lucía.. Ohh Santa Luciiiiía..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meduno me recuerdas a mi...&lt;br /&gt;Eeehhhh...Ooohhhhh...Oooohhoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tric y más tric...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2470696509463878013?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2470696509463878013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2470696509463878013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2470696509463878013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2470696509463878013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/06/santa-luca.html' title='Santa Lucía'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5710020051750803905</id><published>2008-06-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:46:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x_FZ08tKBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x_FZ08tKBI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se ha cansado, de tirar la toalla&lt;br /&gt;va quitando poco a poco telarañas&lt;br /&gt;No ha dormido esta noche, pero no está cansada&lt;br /&gt;No miró ningún espejo, pero se siente "toa" guapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, ella se ha puesto color en las pestañas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy le gusta su sonrisa, no se siente una extraña&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sueña lo que quiere sin preocuparse por nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es una mujer que se da cuenta de su alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para tí&lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a comprender que el miedo se puede romper con un sólo portazo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a hacer reir porque tus ojos de han cansado de ser llanto, de ser llanto&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reirte hasta de tí y ver que lo has logrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a ser la mujer que te de la gana de ser&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te vas a querer como nadie te ha sabido querer&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a mirar pa´lante que pa´ atrás ya te dolió bastante&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer valiente, una mujer sonriente mira como pasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no has sido la mujer perfecta que esperaba na roto sin pudores las reglas marcadas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy has calzado tacones para hacer sonar sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sabe que su vida nunca más será un fracaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para tí&lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conquistar el cielo sin mirar lo alto que queda del suelo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a ser feliz aunque el invierno sea frío y sea largo, y sea largo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reirte hasta de tí y ver que lo has logrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para tí&lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a dcomprender que el miedo se puede romper con un sólo portazo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a hacer reir porque tus ojos se han cansado de ser llanto, de ser llanto&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reirte hasta de tí y ver que lo has logrado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebe&lt;br /&gt;Pa Fuera Telarañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-de la obra Brutas o Cabronas, realmente me encantó la canción...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5710020051750803905?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5710020051750803905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5710020051750803905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5710020051750803905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5710020051750803905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/06/ella.html' title='Ella'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7576793313714831540</id><published>2008-06-10T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:40:43.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is no way back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;days are counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pls GOD... make it the best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7576793313714831540?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7576793313714831540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=7576793313714831540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7576793313714831540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7576793313714831540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7608836423896324952</id><published>2008-06-08T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:04:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tOntO cOrAzÓn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Lt9pEHzNmQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Lt9pEHzNmQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonto corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no me digas que te hirió,&lt;br /&gt;no me cuentes otra historia de amor,&lt;br /&gt;si lo sabíamos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonto corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no te dejes destruir,&lt;br /&gt;el acuerdo fue guardar la razón,&lt;br /&gt;tienes que entenderlo,&lt;br /&gt;es mejor dejarlo así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonto corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no te empeñes en sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;no es un juego de ganar o perder,&lt;br /&gt;es un juego de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;sólo un juego de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7608836423896324952?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7608836423896324952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=7608836423896324952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7608836423896324952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7608836423896324952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonto-corazn.html' title='tOntO cOrAzÓn...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7380502417179230652</id><published>2008-05-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:56:20.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy BdAy aMiGuItA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SDxm3AVNB6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/EvaP_-_G5Wg/s1600-h/happybdaytoyou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205148364501223330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SDxm3AVNB6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/EvaP_-_G5Wg/s400/happybdaytoyou.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te kiero mucho amiguita, espero que pases un feliz día, lleno de bendiciones y de cosas lindas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabes que te quiero y que te extraño mucho, pronto podremos celebrar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un abrazote amiguita!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7380502417179230652?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7380502417179230652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7633462435115535241</id><published>2008-05-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:15:49.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richa's Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo72x32YTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YkRHK1vvVOA/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200034532039221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo72x32YTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YkRHK1vvVOA/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73B32YUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Jm-8tqvLPpA/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200034536334188866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73B32YUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Jm-8tqvLPpA/s400/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73B32YVI/AAAAAAAAASE/vVIUGD0ETw8/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200034536334188882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73B32YVI/AAAAAAAAASE/vVIUGD0ETw8/s400/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73R32YWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Nt7lIFkixv4/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200034540629156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73R32YWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Nt7lIFkixv4/s400/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73R32YXI/AAAAAAAAASU/ppCXDOrr534/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200034540629156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo73R32YXI/AAAAAAAAASU/ppCXDOrr534/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7633462435115535241?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7633462435115535241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=7633462435115535241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7633462435115535241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7633462435115535241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/05/richas-birthday.html' title='Richa&apos;s Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/SCo72x32YTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YkRHK1vvVOA/s72-c/DSC00308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5713811743495295220</id><published>2008-05-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:44:55.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tu solicitud amiga!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y conmemorando los casi 4 años de locura!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te quiero loca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5713811743495295220?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5713811743495295220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5713811743495295220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5713811743495295220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5713811743495295220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-post.html' title='Un post'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5386287920037928280</id><published>2008-04-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:35:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite quote now.... AND FOREVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Against stupidity,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the gods themselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contend in vain...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5386287920037928280?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5386287920037928280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5386287920037928280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5386287920037928280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5386287920037928280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-quote-now-and-forever.html' title='My favorite quote now.... AND FOREVER!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3039622158227195847</id><published>2008-03-04T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:16:07.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un balance...</title><content type='html'>A unas q se les muere el amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...y otras que si una piedra se les pone en frente, de la piedra se enamoran!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡¡¡Necesito un balance por Diosssssssssss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jajajajaja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3039622158227195847?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3039622158227195847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3039622158227195847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3039622158227195847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3039622158227195847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-balance.html' title='Un balance...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7163468725930840049</id><published>2008-02-29T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:28:07.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to create a fantastic world for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where there is no hate and there is no pain ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where people knows the real meaning of love and take care of each other everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to gave you a world without pollution,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where there are no guns and wars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where are no starving and suffering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where you can play at night with the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see the sunshine every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't, I can't change a lot of things about world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of that, I will try to make it easier for you to live here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will try to teach you how to enjoy every minute of your precious life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will teach you how to play and how to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will teach you to be thankfull about the wonderful things God gives us everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will teach you the value of a good friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the importance of the school and of being responsible of our acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will show you that is important to be brave, to have dreams and fight to reach them.  I want you to learn how to be a complete women, to grow up and become in anything you dream to be.... I want you to dream BIG, so you can go a long way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will teach you how to stand up after you fall down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we have to keep moving and don't let anything stops your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will teach you that there is a moment for everything in life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that we don't have to live in a hurry, there is more time than life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to learn to love and at the same time take care of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to learn to live in this complicated but fantastic world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to be happy and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7163468725930840049?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7163468725930840049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=7163468725930840049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7163468725930840049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7163468725930840049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-angel.html' title='My Little Angel...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3353983022168086796</id><published>2008-02-26T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:27:46.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenida de Rachel...</title><content type='html'>El fin de semana vino de visita una sobrinita q vive en los USA, nació allá y no la conocíamos... así que vino de visita y su abulita (mi tía Letty) le preparó una fiestecita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzpuyI6jI/AAAAAAAAARc/6xt6LaIw7WI/s1600-h/varios-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171526170386688562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzpuyI6jI/AAAAAAAAARc/6xt6LaIw7WI/s400/varios-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi primita chula con una sobrinita muy bravucona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tzp-yI6kI/AAAAAAAAARk/_UTsp0LL_g4/s1600-h/varios-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171526174681655874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tzp-yI6kI/AAAAAAAAARk/_UTsp0LL_g4/s400/varios-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La Gordis posando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tzp-yI6lI/AAAAAAAAARs/tiKMSUv6TqU/s1600-h/varios-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171526174681655890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tzp-yI6lI/AAAAAAAAARs/tiKMSUv6TqU/s400/varios-46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi Princesa quebrando la Piñata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzLuyI6eI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I5pS8jum7sw/s1600-h/varios-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525654990612962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzLuyI6eI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I5pS8jum7sw/s400/varios-42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mis sobrinitos... siiiiiii!!! todos esos!!! y eso que faltan... yo que siempre digo que solo una tengo... jajajaaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzL-yI6fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fmkZt6MFmDk/s1600-h/varios-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525659285580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzL-yI6fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fmkZt6MFmDk/s400/varios-41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Otra vez los chiquillos... cuesta ponerlos todos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMOyI6gI/AAAAAAAAARE/AkWYYJ5cBK4/s1600-h/varios-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525663580547586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMOyI6gI/AAAAAAAAARE/AkWYYJ5cBK4/s400/varios-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uyyyy como es que tengo tantos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMuyI6hI/AAAAAAAAARM/J6dnOrJDrJM/s1600-h/varios-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525672170482194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMuyI6hI/AAAAAAAAARM/J6dnOrJDrJM/s400/varios-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Q caritas de picardía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMuyI6iI/AAAAAAAAARU/R72cXTDUi7A/s1600-h/varios-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171525672170482210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzMuyI6iI/AAAAAAAAARU/R72cXTDUi7A/s400/varios-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y ella es Rachel!  Muy linda la chica... bien amigable...  andaba con todos como si siempre hubieramos vivido juntos, y era primera vez que nos veía a todos... creo que es la sangre, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos la pasamos muy bien!  Espero vuelvas a visitarnos pronto Rachel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3353983022168086796?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3353983022168086796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3353983022168086796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3353983022168086796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3353983022168086796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/bienvenida-de-rachel.html' title='Bienvenida de Rachel...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TzpuyI6jI/AAAAAAAAARc/6xt6LaIw7WI/s72-c/varios-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8405152898999091103</id><published>2008-02-26T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:35:29.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decameron '07!</title><content type='html'>Después de planearlo y postponerlo como 1000000 veces, por fin nos fuimos de viaje con mis amiguitas a Decameron, Salinitas el año pasado... fue de esas cosas q al final se deciden en el último minuto... pero que salen súper bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TxN-yI6cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1lyNU7jUH18/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523494622063042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TxN-yI6cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1lyNU7jUH18/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creo q el último día... no nos queríamos venir... =0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TxOOyI6dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KdhQEmgTq7s/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523498917030354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TxOOyI6dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KdhQEmgTq7s/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En la piscinita! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw5-yI6XI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zFOhLtItg1Y/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523151024679282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw5-yI6XI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zFOhLtItg1Y/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listas para la party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6OyI6YI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Svs3IvxrtYM/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523155319646594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6OyI6YI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Svs3IvxrtYM/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con los nuevos amiguitos de CemPro y Ebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6OyI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/66wAiVCm0UI/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523155319646610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6OyI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/66wAiVCm0UI/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6eyI6aI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hhwvU--iiSw/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523159614613922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6eyI6aI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hhwvU--iiSw/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too much party!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171523159614613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Tw6eyI6bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GP8HN5FUHfs/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Al final de la party... esperando para irnos a la habitación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwbeyI6SI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VDrGRW3PUuQ/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522627038669090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwbeyI6SI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VDrGRW3PUuQ/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q linda playa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Twb-yI6TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y44Hez27vEs/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522635628603698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8Twb-yI6TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y44Hez27vEs/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El día q llegamos, con muchísimo calor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwcOyI6UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GoJ8b_79YZA/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522639923571010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwcOyI6UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GoJ8b_79YZA/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La Lichis con la Peludita... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwceyI6VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bE4f61APr2U/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522644218538322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwceyI6VI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bE4f61APr2U/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Después de una rica cena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwceyI6WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pmFzF0md1eM/s1600-h/VIAJE+DECAMERON+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522644218538338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TwceyI6WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pmFzF0md1eM/s400/VIAJE+DECAMERON+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Súper vacaciones!!! Q se repitannnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8405152898999091103?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8405152898999091103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8405152898999091103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8405152898999091103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8405152898999091103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/decameron-07.html' title='Decameron &apos;07!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TxN-yI6cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1lyNU7jUH18/s72-c/VIAJE+DECAMERON+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-626347310935087446</id><published>2008-02-26T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:03:56.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vean a mi modelo favorita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzOyI6PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/sySgb4WgHbs/s1600-h/varios-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520836037306610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzOyI6PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/sySgb4WgHbs/s400/varios-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzeyI6QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pPSNXuPRbFk/s1600-h/varios-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520840332273922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzeyI6QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pPSNXuPRbFk/s400/varios-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! I'm watching you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzuyI6RI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4nb2wbMc0NU/s1600-h/varios-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520844627241234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzuyI6RI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4nb2wbMc0NU/s400/varios-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  La coquetería andando...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuTeyI6KI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hDb4a_nM-Hc/s1600-h/varios-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520290576459938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuTeyI6KI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hDb4a_nM-Hc/s400/varios-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuTuyI6LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kPh0cbSBZ9o/s1600-h/varios-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520294871427250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuTuyI6LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kPh0cbSBZ9o/s400/varios-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuT-yI6MI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o3WtNZ-fBCM/s1600-h/varios-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520299166394562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuT-yI6MI/AAAAAAAAAOk/o3WtNZ-fBCM/s400/varios-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uyyyy... q seriedad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuUOyI6NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0fHnh0_a_Mk/s1600-h/varios-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520303461361874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuUOyI6NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/0fHnh0_a_Mk/s400/varios-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuUOyI6OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QR8-QhqCU6g/s1600-h/varios-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520303461361890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuUOyI6OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QR8-QhqCU6g/s400/varios-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-626347310935087446?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/626347310935087446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=626347310935087446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/626347310935087446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/626347310935087446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/vean-mi-modelo-favorita.html' title='Vean a mi modelo favorita...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R8TuzOyI6PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/sySgb4WgHbs/s72-c/varios-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3945875336706059308</id><published>2008-02-14T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:16:15.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7Ut9OyI6EI/AAAAAAAAANk/m_PiZq-1ANY/s1600-h/happy_valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167086677441177666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7Ut9OyI6EI/AAAAAAAAANk/m_PiZq-1ANY/s400/happy_valentines_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muuuuuuuuuchos bechos y apapachos para &lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;tod@s&lt;/a&gt; mis &lt;a href="mailto:amig@s"&gt;amig@s&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love U so muchhhhhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3945875336706059308?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3945875336706059308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3945875336706059308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3945875336706059308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3945875336706059308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7Ut9OyI6EI/AAAAAAAAANk/m_PiZq-1ANY/s72-c/happy_valentines_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-9039115618734382079</id><published>2008-02-14T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:00:22.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Con esa sonrisa... qué más puedo pedir???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UqQeyI6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/9qhExB-qIO0/s1600-h/vale-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167082610107148338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UqQeyI6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/9qhExB-qIO0/s400/vale-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love U Princesita!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-9039115618734382079?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/9039115618734382079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=9039115618734382079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9039115618734382079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9039115618734382079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/con-esa-sonrisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UqQeyI6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/9qhExB-qIO0/s72-c/vale-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-88787264539237422</id><published>2008-02-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:57:09.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bOdA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Una pequeña muestrecita de la boda de "mi prima"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSOyI6AI/AAAAAAAAANE/jwRZ6Qne9CM/s1600-h/danilo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167081540660291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSOyI6AI/AAAAAAAAANE/jwRZ6Qne9CM/s400/danilo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Los nuevos espositos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSeyI6BI/AAAAAAAAANM/I4XcGJf0i2U/s1600-h/HPIM0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167081544955258898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSeyI6BI/AAAAAAAAANM/I4XcGJf0i2U/s400/HPIM0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La novia... antes de salir de casa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSuyI6CI/AAAAAAAAANU/9KIylOzSxUw/s1600-h/HPIM0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167081549250226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSuyI6CI/AAAAAAAAANU/9KIylOzSxUw/s400/HPIM0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con el orgulloso papá!!! Mi tiuco chuloooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-88787264539237422?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/88787264539237422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=88787264539237422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/88787264539237422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/88787264539237422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/boda.html' title='bOdA!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R7UpSOyI6AI/AAAAAAAAANE/jwRZ6Qne9CM/s72-c/danilo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5406289419384899872</id><published>2008-02-05T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:16:38.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(You Want To) Make a Memory</title><content type='html'>Hello again, it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda always like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' wine, killing time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to solve life's mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your life, it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;God it's good to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I see you reaching for your keys&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a reason not to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know if you should stay&lt;br /&gt;If you don't say what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Baby just breathe&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else tonight we should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug up this old photograph&lt;br /&gt;Look at all that hair we had.&lt;br /&gt;It's bittersweet to hear you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your phone is ringing I don't wanna ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go now, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;If you stay, hey, I've got a plan&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make a memory&lt;br /&gt;You wanna steal a piece of time&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the melody to me&lt;br /&gt;And I can write a couple of lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know if you should stay&lt;br /&gt;And you don't say what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Baby just breathe&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else tonight we should be&lt;br /&gt;We Should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;br /&gt;You wanna steal a piece of time&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the melody to me&lt;br /&gt;And I can write a couple of lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ouuuchhhh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5406289419384899872?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5406289419384899872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5406289419384899872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5406289419384899872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5406289419384899872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-want-to-make-memory.html' title='(You Want To) Make a Memory'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-9172466682380804771</id><published>2008-01-30T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:58:27.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH QUEDARME TAN TARDE Y POR GUSTOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;EN VISTA DE... TENDRÉ QUE TOMAR UN MI CURSITO DE TÉCNICO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TOY NOJADA... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-9172466682380804771?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/9172466682380804771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=9172466682380804771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9172466682380804771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9172466682380804771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhh-quedarme-tan-tarde-y-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8898618069616973056</id><published>2008-01-20T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:11:29.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFERENCIA ENTRE NIÑAS Y MUJERES</title><content type='html'>Las niñas quieren controlar al hombre en sus vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres, saben que si el hombre es realmente suyo,no hay necesidad de control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas te gritan porque no las llamas.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres están demasiado ocupadas para darse cuenta que no las has llamado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas tienen miedo de estar solas.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres lo utilizan como tiempo para su crecimiento personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas ignoran a los buenos hombres.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres ignoran a los malos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas te hacen que vuelvas a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres hacen que quieras volver a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas dejan su agenda abierta y esperan a que su hombre hable para hacer planes.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres hacen sus planes y cariñosamente notifican a los hombres para que ellos se integren como mejor les convenga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas monopolizan el tiempo de su hombre.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres se dan cuenta de que un poco de espacio, hace del tiempo juntos algo mas especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas creen que un hombre que llora es débil.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres ofrecen su hombro y un pañuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas lastimadas por un hombre, hacen que todos los hombres paguen por eso.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres saben que fue solo un hombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas se enamoran y persiguen sin descanso.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres saben que algunas veces el que tu amas, no te amará y continúan su camino sin rencor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas leerán esto y harán una mueca.&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres lo pasarán a otras mujeres maduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;En fin, tú decide... niña o mujer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una amiga me envió esto, me pareció algo bonito para compartirlo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aprendamos todas a ser mujeres...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8898618069616973056?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8898618069616973056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8898618069616973056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8898618069616973056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8898618069616973056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/01/diferencia-entre-nias-y-mujeres.html' title='DIFERENCIA ENTRE NIÑAS Y MUJERES'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3369210332706412464</id><published>2008-01-13T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:36:37.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this is too much for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time to make a decision...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3369210332706412464?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3369210332706412464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3369210332706412464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3369210332706412464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3369210332706412464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-too-much-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6218536454182307683</id><published>2007-12-30T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:26:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vAcAtiOnS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este año cerró con broche de oro, después de tanto planificar, al final pudimos irnos de vacaciones con mis amigas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primero al Decameron Salinitas con la Richa y La Lich... Nos la pasamos SÚPER!!!  El hotel es muy bueno, además de que disfrutas del sol, la playa y las palmeras... un ambiente alegrísimo, comidas y bebidas hasta aburrirse... en fin, valió la pena tanto relajo para irnos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Una semana después, fui a Panajachel con La Made, La Pollo y La Trejito!!!  Qué les puedo decir, nos la pasamos rekete!!!  Parrandeamos, comimos, caminamos por toooodo el pueblito... y qué decirles del paisaje... no hay nada que pueda compararse con el Lago de Atitlán, el lago más bello del mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Les debo las fotos, pero no me las han pasado... ya les mostraré más adelante!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6218536454182307683?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6218536454182307683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6218536454182307683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6218536454182307683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6218536454182307683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/12/vacations.html' title='vAcAtiOnS'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1049109116640681138</id><published>2007-12-30T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:18:57.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunque un poco tarde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R3gmEb59ZsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rF2GJWOCFpQ/s1600-h/navidad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149908031550351042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R3gmEb59ZsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rF2GJWOCFpQ/s400/navidad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; y un Próspero Año Nuevo 2008!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Que el reciente Nacimiento del Niño Dios en sus corazones les colme de bendiciones y que empezemos este nuevo año con nuevos propósitos y nuevos retos que nos hagan mejores personas y mejores hijos de Dios...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¡Muchas bendiciones para todos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1049109116640681138?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2977286491142120797</id><published>2007-12-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:52:46.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14XLdo9qpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mKUEKt0rftc/s1600-h/accommodations2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14XLdo9qqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fnKWGgwSOoI/s1600-h/dinning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14Wx9o9qkI/AAAAAAAAAME/oEUVK0RNcOU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142572872119462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14Wx9o9qkI/AAAAAAAAAME/oEUVK0RNcOU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14Wx9o9qlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GfLidYmbZlc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142572872119462482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14Wx9o9qlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GfLidYmbZlc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14WyNo9qmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cksWDA2JKa8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142572876414429794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14WyNo9qmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cksWDA2JKa8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14WyNo9qnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tcruhExo2yw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142572876414429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14WyNo9qnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tcruhExo2yw/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R14WyNo9qoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6edNRu6Iqhk/s1600-h/accommodations1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2977286491142120797?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2977286491142120797/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1582855116770680327</id><published>2007-12-09T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:52:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mi Princesita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFc9o9qfI/AAAAAAAAALc/QPAUt645wdk/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201975923649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFc9o9qfI/AAAAAAAAALc/QPAUt645wdk/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La Princesa y su tía linda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdNo9qgI/AAAAAAAAALk/U_viLfT53Lk/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201980218616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdNo9qgI/AAAAAAAAALk/U_viLfT53Lk/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con esos ojos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdNo9qhI/AAAAAAAAALs/ISHD-RHQA2o/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201980218616338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdNo9qhI/AAAAAAAAALs/ISHD-RHQA2o/s400/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carita de ángel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFddo9qiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rKLJByhgOPI/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201984513583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFddo9qiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rKLJByhgOPI/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Risita de picardía...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdto9qjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y7QBZ8m8_rM/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201988808550962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFdto9qjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y7QBZ8m8_rM/s400/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohhh!!! qué seria por Dios... qué pensará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1582855116770680327?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1582855116770680327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1582855116770680327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1582855116770680327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1582855116770680327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/12/mi-princesita.html' title='mi Princesita'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/R1zFc9o9qfI/AAAAAAAAALc/QPAUt645wdk/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1355938725427471151</id><published>2007-11-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:05:46.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="middle"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAMMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LISTENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMEDIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tr align="middle"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni muy, muy...&lt;br /&gt;Ni tan, tan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1355938725427471151?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1355938725427471151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1355938725427471151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1355938725427471151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1355938725427471151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/results.html' title='Results...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-839172786825061276</id><published>2007-11-26T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:30:48.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Michigan Proficiency Exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see if we had really learned english...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-839172786825061276?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/839172786825061276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=839172786825061276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/839172786825061276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/839172786825061276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/tommorrow.html' title='Tommorrow...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3986822110807641586</id><published>2007-11-25T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:18:58.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMLjcP4zJUk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMLjcP4zJUk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal vez no quieras que esta melodía&lt;br /&gt;Te susurre el alma y te lleve al recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal vez auque no estemos juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirás el aire que viene por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás no quieras que la cobardía&lt;br /&gt;De tu corazón no cure mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tal vez nunca te has detenido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reemplazar tu orgullo por mi amanecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez soy yo el que se equivoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cuando pienso que has cambiado&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y me provocan mis ganas de verte, mi melancolía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me han avisado que esto se termina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No se me hace fácil olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Déjame besarte una vez más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regresar de noche convertido en sueño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No es tan fácil, desprenderme de tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No es tan simple desafiarte amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y tenerte atada a algún motivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ser la sombra en tu camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tal vez no quieras que esta melodía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te susurre el alma y te lleve al recuerdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal vez podrás cambiar mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Por otra que no tiene nada que decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal vez soy yo el que se equivoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando pienso que has cambiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y me provocan mis ganas de verte, mi melancolía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No me han avisado que esto se termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No se me hace fácil olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjame besarte una vez más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regresar de noche convertido en sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No es tan fácil, desprenderme de tu corazón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No es tan simple desafiarte amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y tenerte atada a algún motivo&lt;br /&gt;Ser la sombra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No se me hace fácil olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Déjame besarte una vez más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regresar de noche convertido en sueño&lt;br /&gt;No es tan fácil, desprenderme de tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No es tan simple desafiarte amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y tenerte atada a algún motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser la sombra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal vez no quieras que esta melodía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te susurre el alma y te lleve al recuerdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal vez auque no estemos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Sentirás el aire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3986822110807641586?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3986822110807641586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3986822110807641586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3986822110807641586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3986822110807641586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/tal-vez-no-quieras-que-esta-meloda-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6168778832654150154</id><published>2007-11-21T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:25:17.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rObO aUtoRizAdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hOy eN dIa lOs rOboS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yA nO sOn pReCisAmEntE a mAnO aRmAdA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SimPleMeNtE lOs aLmAcEneS, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lOs pArQueOs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lOs cEntRos cOmErCiAleS, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lOs rEstAurAnTeS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eStÁn pRe-AuToRizAdOs pArA rObAr!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6168778832654150154?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6168778832654150154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6168778832654150154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6168778832654150154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6168778832654150154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/robo-autorizado.html' title='rObO aUtoRizAdo'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-4875193093760283331</id><published>2007-11-19T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:01:47.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pRiOriDadEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Cómo asignar prioridades cuando todo urge? Realmente llega un punto en el que por más que corras, o sale una o sale la otra.... la pregunta es, cómo decidir qué urge más? según el cursito al que fui por 3 días la semana pasada: pregúntele al cliente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El problema real es que el cliente me va a decir que me apure y que tenga ambas cosas listas, aja... qué más no quisiera yo... pero quiero ser realista y si dependiera solo de mi, pues yo vengo y pongo mis fechas... pero no es así, dependo de muchas personas, incluso externas a la empresa donde trabajo, esto no quiere decir que sean malos, al contrario, han hecho un excelente trabajo, el problema es que creo que, como típico proyecto de TI, se dejó mucho al tiempo y ahora hay que correr... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me pregunto si será factible decirle "lo necesito para esta fecha y ahí mire usted que hace..." siento que igual aunque se lo diga, no va a pasar nada... y a mi me piden fechas y me ven con cara de que quieren matarme cuando les digo que no es seguro... Entiendo la posición de muchos de ellos, pero quisiera que comprendieran mi posición también... tomando en cuenta que ahora tengo la presión de cosas que no son precisamente mi culpa, sino simplemente una mala planificación e implementación de otros sistemas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bueeeeeeeeenooooo... ya me desahogué, creo que lo que me queda es poner todo mi esfuerzo, como siempre lo he hecho, para cumplir con lo que esté en mis manos, así como presionar para que las otras partes hagan su trabajo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We gotta finish ASAP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got new plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-4875193093760283331?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/4875193093760283331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=4875193093760283331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4875193093760283331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4875193093760283331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/prioridades.html' title='pRiOriDadEs'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2191534893267862402</id><published>2007-11-18T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:26:29.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sUceSoS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;1.  Mi prima se casa el 12 de enero... (sólo quedo yo de soltera entre el primerío q tengo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Mi cumple se acerca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusión:  estoy más soltera q nunk... jajaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2191534893267862402?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2191534893267862402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2191534893267862402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2191534893267862402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2191534893267862402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/sucesos.html' title='sUceSoS'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-4168164462456444022</id><published>2007-11-17T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:17:21.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nEw lOoK</title><content type='html'>Por fin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;plantilla nueva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-4168164462456444022?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/4168164462456444022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=4168164462456444022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4168164462456444022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4168164462456444022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-look.html' title='nEw lOoK'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6571232294919745872</id><published>2007-11-14T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:27:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me troné mi plantilla y nunk pude ponerle la otra!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhh q feo se mira mi blogggggggg!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué va a decir la audienciaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jajajajajajaja!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6571232294919745872?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6571232294919745872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6571232294919745872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6571232294919745872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6571232294919745872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-tron-mi-plantilla-y-nunk-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6635525025695596092</id><published>2007-11-06T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:24:09.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojalá pudiera borrarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A1-T7QBT1c&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 210px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #343434; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.quedeletras.com/boxletras.php?id=62527" frameborder="0" width="180" scrolling="no" height="210"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quedeletras.com" style="font-size:11px; color:#C0C0C0; text-decoration:none;" title="Letras De Canciones"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras Canciones.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a title="Letras De Canciones" style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #c0c0c0; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quedeletras.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.quedeletras.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6635525025695596092?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6635525025695596092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6635525025695596092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6635525025695596092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6635525025695596092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/ojal-pudiera-borrarte.html' title='Ojalá pudiera borrarte'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8463117750650224920</id><published>2007-11-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:07:17.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet's Halloween Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3Qbn3_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5iyArZLs4Xc/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586631227465714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3Qbn3_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5iyArZLs4Xc/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un malvado pirata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BLjcqv5p3Z8/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586639817400322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BLjcqv5p3Z8/s320/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Una linda bailarina...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qLocPBl179w/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586639817400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qLocPBl179w/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Una gigante y poco femenina bailarina...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yLGWzTtHxJA/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586639817400354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3wbn4CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yLGWzTtHxJA/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No parece tan malvado este pirata... o si?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z4Abn4DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j1GzSj8PeRE/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586644112367666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z4Abn4DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j1GzSj8PeRE/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Zorro... (en tiempos de hambre...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfQbn36I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OOATbbGwy4M/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586218910605218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfQbn36I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OOATbbGwy4M/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bobby, el vaquero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfQbn37I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TWZuYaSL-BI/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586218910605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfQbn37I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TWZuYaSL-BI/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Un mago muy graciosito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfgbn38I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvpXDrQeKhY/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586223205572546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfgbn38I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvpXDrQeKhY/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Una linda mariposa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfgbn39I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yas4mZ2ML_o/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586223205572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zfgbn39I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yas4mZ2ML_o/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Una malvada brujita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zgAbn3-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/SsljmADFzFk/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586231795507170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_zgAbn3-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/SsljmADFzFk/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Un hada madrina.... (un poco desubicada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y el más lindo de todos.... Chester el pirata...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0Lwbn4EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sRJ4Ar4eAzc/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586983414784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0Lwbn4EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sRJ4Ar4eAzc/s400/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No pues... cuidado con ese rifle...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0Lwbn4FI/AAAAAAAAALE/5EljZTFhqgk/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586983414784082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0Lwbn4FI/AAAAAAAAALE/5EljZTFhqgk/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que parche tan cute... jajajaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0MAbn4GI/AAAAAAAAALM/x2h9_D3tFIg/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586987709751394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0MAbn4GI/AAAAAAAAALM/x2h9_D3tFIg/s400/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Déjenme en pazzzzzzzzz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0MQbn4HI/AAAAAAAAALU/e-T3zf9CiP8/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586992004718706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_0MQbn4HI/AAAAAAAAALU/e-T3zf9CiP8/s400/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lo que es no tener nada que hacer el fin de semana... jajajaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8463117750650224920?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8463117750650224920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8463117750650224920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8463117750650224920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8463117750650224920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/pets-halloween-day.html' title='Pet&apos;s Halloween Day'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_z3Qbn3_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/5iyArZLs4Xc/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1801618653697183450</id><published>2007-11-05T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:51:54.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi family en un cumple... (aunque no sale la sobrinita del cumple...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_x_Qbn31I/AAAAAAAAAJE/s_KRy0U95uc/s1600-h/PIC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129584569643163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_x_Qbn31I/AAAAAAAAAJE/s_KRy0U95uc/s400/PIC_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La Prima, mi Vale y la otra Prima...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_x_wbn32I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0xfGWneXk_o/s1600-h/PIC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129584578233098082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_x_wbn32I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0xfGWneXk_o/s400/PIC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi Princesa y su globo rosa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAQbn33I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hGK3aklxPNw/s1600-h/PIC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129584586823032690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAQbn33I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hGK3aklxPNw/s400/PIC_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dale durooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAgbn34I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dhombzC-xsM/s1600-h/PIC_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129584591118000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAgbn34I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dhombzC-xsM/s400/PIC_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tía Blanqui, La Gorda, Mi Mamukis, Mi Bro, Youp, La Vale y La María... Lindos, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAgbn35I/AAAAAAAAAJk/iFdIXiTJaO0/s1600-h/valeyyop.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129584591118000018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_yAgbn35I/AAAAAAAAAJk/iFdIXiTJaO0/s400/valeyyop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las más lindas de todas... mi Vale con su linda Tía Colochita... jajaja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1801618653697183450?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1801618653697183450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1801618653697183450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1801618653697183450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1801618653697183450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/mi-family-en-un-cumple-aunque-no-sale.html' title='Mi family en un cumple... (aunque no sale la sobrinita del cumple...)'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ry_x_Qbn31I/AAAAAAAAAJE/s_KRy0U95uc/s72-c/PIC_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3808711267691799196</id><published>2007-11-03T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:41:57.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usa protector solar...</title><content type='html'>Usmeando en el Hi5 de la Millie encontré este videito que me encantó... se los comparto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDRId6QmNTA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDRId6QmNTA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3808711267691799196?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3808711267691799196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3808711267691799196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3808711267691799196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3808711267691799196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/11/usa-protector-solar.html' title='Usa protector solar...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8858705082715770138</id><published>2007-10-29T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:02:30.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna do something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One part of me says me NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other part of me says me HURRY UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And finally, I don't know which is the right one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Could you please talk, and make an agreement???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8858705082715770138?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8858705082715770138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8858705082715770138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8858705082715770138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8858705082715770138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wanna-do-something.html' title='I wanna do something...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6809668219520950293</id><published>2007-10-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:50:29.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo ves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMArbI6HkSg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMArbI6HkSg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuestro amor era igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que una tarde de Abril&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que también es fugaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pudo ser y no fue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por ser la vida como es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos dio la vida del revés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo ves, lo ves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuestro amor era igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que una mañana sin fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imposible también&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como no morir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dejó de ser o será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque el diablo es como es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juega contigo al esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo ves, lo ves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y ahora somos como dos extraños más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se van si más como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos extraños más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que van quedándose detrás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo sigo estando enamorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y tu sigues sin saber si lo has estado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y si te quise alguna vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo ves, lo ves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Después nos hemos vuelto a ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alguna vez y siempre igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como, dos extraños más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que van quedándose detrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este extraño se ha entregado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hasta ser como las palmas de tus manos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y tú sólo has actuado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yo aún sabiendo que mentías me callé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y me preguntas si te amé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo ves, lo ves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo que lo había adivinado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y tu sigues sin saber que se ha acabado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por una vez escúchame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo ves, lo ves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirándonos aquí diciendo adiós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wooow... qué concierto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;valió la pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6809668219520950293?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6809668219520950293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6809668219520950293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6809668219520950293'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6676447187741933377?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6676447187741933377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6676447187741933377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6676447187741933377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6676447187741933377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/veces-es-mejor-evitar-recordar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2190135482257024138</id><published>2007-10-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:46:54.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y eso que he ido mejorando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 17px; FONT-SIZE: 30px; BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/231/434/blog_addiction.2bf9j5lpwq.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 286px; COLOR: #d64b32; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction"&gt;71%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Free &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/states/131/florida"&gt;Florida Personals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota: al decir mejorando me refiero a que cada vez estoy menos adicta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2190135482257024138?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2190135482257024138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2190135482257024138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2190135482257024138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2190135482257024138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/y-eso-que-he-ido-mejorando.html' title='Y eso que he ido mejorando...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2011711173311017925</id><published>2007-10-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:30:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eLeCtRiCitY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 24px; BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/813/141/body_battery.58xjx0palp.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 358px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 113px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: left; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/body_battery"&gt;&lt;strong style="PADDING-LEFT: 50px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;327 WATTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/states/165/texas"&gt;Texas Singles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Body is Producing 327 Watts!&lt;br /&gt;This is 31% MORE wattage than the average person&lt;br /&gt;I could light up 3 light bulbs&lt;br /&gt;I could power 82 iPods&lt;br /&gt;I could power 2 Xbox 360s&lt;br /&gt;3 of me would be needed to keep a refrigerator running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really had nothing else to do in my lunch time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2011711173311017925?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2011711173311017925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2011711173311017925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2011711173311017925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2011711173311017925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/electricity.html' title='eLeCtRiCitY!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1796622202537526561</id><published>2007-10-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:09:06.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cReÍ q aNdAbA pEoR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/896/936/coffee.gf0xcxc5yw.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 211px"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 16px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 167px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view/how-addicted-to-coffee-are-you"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am 67% Addicted to Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Free &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/states/165/texas"&gt;Texas Personals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1796622202537526561?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1796622202537526561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1796622202537526561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1796622202537526561'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you get what you want, but not what you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you feel so tired, but you can't sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...stuck in reverse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3619736144385396732?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3619736144385396732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3619736144385396732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3619736144385396732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3619736144385396732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2559182539261816788</id><published>2007-10-15T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:23:01.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and specially THIS monday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;could we start the week again???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2559182539261816788?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2559182539261816788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2559182539261816788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2559182539261816788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2559182539261816788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-mondays.html' title='i hate mondays'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7733697138637220224</id><published>2007-10-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:12:44.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tRuSt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muchas veces subestimamos la fuerza y la determinación de las personas y dejamos de ver lo valientes que son... nos preocupamos de más y caemos en un papel que nos hace ver... no sé, como egoístas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Creo que debo aprender a creer más en la gente que quiero, debo aprender a ver de nuevo esa fuerza interior que llevan dentro y que es la que ha hecho que sean tan importantes en mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me alegra mucho sabe que todo va mejorando cada día...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;=0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7733697138637220224?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-479768930349197469</id><published>2007-10-11T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:49:54.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tOdO vA cAyEnDo pOr sU pRoPiO pEsO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so... get ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-479768930349197469?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/479768930349197469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=479768930349197469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/479768930349197469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/479768930349197469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/todo-va-cayendo-por-su-propio-peso.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6611572984863590250</id><published>2007-10-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:18:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día de pelo liso en la oficina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahhhh!!! qué le pasó? Se electrocutó?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Uyyyy solo pelos... por qué tan coqueta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y los ricitos? Qué los hizo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Ahora sí compañerita... está lista para ser de las de Servicio al Cliente... No quiere salir en los afiches???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ve pues!!! Hoy como que vino Tia Cosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh!!! qué diferente se mira!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;y tanta coquetería??? ya tenemos novio o andamos buscando???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh qué se hizo hoy??? Se pintó el pelo???&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Esta si me ganó en lo poco observadora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;pss... en conclusión... un suceso... jajajaja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;solo q tengo caaada compañerito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6611572984863590250?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6611572984863590250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6611572984863590250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6611572984863590250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6611572984863590250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-da-de-pelo-liso-en-la-oficina.html' title='Un día de pelo liso en la oficina...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2935203440819166184</id><published>2007-10-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:33:21.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bAbY sHoWeR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Les dejo las fotos de un baby shower de una amiga del colegio a quien vi casi después de 3 años... estuvo alegre y muy bonito todo... ahí les van.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj7OwOVJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Al9fazpjLc0/s1600-h/DSCF3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118028633265296530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj7OwOVJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Al9fazpjLc0/s400/DSCF3379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thiago y yop... qué lindo bebé verdad?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj7uwOVKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iaPyh-zBJBQ/s1600-h/DSCF3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118028641855231138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj7uwOVKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iaPyh-zBJBQ/s400/DSCF3362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;La futura mamá viendo sus regalitos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj8ewOVLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qb6Fp0gYKjQ/s1600-h/DSCF3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118028654740133042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj8ewOVLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qb6Fp0gYKjQ/s400/DSCF3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posando para la otra cámara... jajaja &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj8-wOVMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DxSLMu0THGs/s1600-h/DSCF3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118028663330067650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj8-wOVMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DxSLMu0THGs/s400/DSCF3369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj-uwOVNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/e_Pbd-TjcNU/s1600-h/DSCF3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lorena, mamá de Thiago y la preciosura de Nathalia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjAuwOVEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IwVozNdnUi8/s1600-h/DSCF3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118027628242949186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjAuwOVEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IwVozNdnUi8/s400/DSCF3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casi todas las compañeritas que acompañamos a Karen, en este orden y a la derecha... Karen, Madelaine, yop, Lisa, Jennifer, Claudia... faltó Marinés y Jacky quien tomó la foto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjBOwOVFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wo8uOPMcgiM/s1600-h/DSCF3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118027636832883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjBOwOVFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wo8uOPMcgiM/s400/DSCF3361.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Más regalitos!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjBewOVGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ALSLvdgCpNg/s1600-h/DSCF3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118027641127851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjBewOVGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ALSLvdgCpNg/s400/DSCF3378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karen y Natalia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjB-wOVHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JgYK1uvYlTY/s1600-h/DSCF3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118027649717785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjB-wOVHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JgYK1uvYlTY/s400/DSCF3375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La multitud: Lorena y Thiago, Jennifer, Claudia, Jackie y Natalia, Karen, Yop, Madelaine y Lisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjCOwOVII/AAAAAAAAAIU/dz3C9K9nPHU/s1600-h/DSCF3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118027654012753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RwbjCOwOVII/AAAAAAAAAIU/dz3C9K9nPHU/s400/DSCF3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie y Karen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FELICIDADES KAREN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¡¡¡QUÉ DIOS TE BENDIGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2935203440819166184?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2935203440819166184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2935203440819166184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2935203440819166184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2935203440819166184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-shower.html' title='bAbY sHoWeR!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rwbj7OwOVJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Al9fazpjLc0/s72-c/DSCF3379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2304166016740392715</id><published>2007-10-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:18:41.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tHeRe aRe fEeLinGs tHaT nEvEr eNd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tHeY aRe jUsT hIdE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wAitInG 4 U 2 lOoK aGaiN 4 tHeM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aNd wHeN U fInD tHeM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iS lIkE thEy'vE nEvEr gOnE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chicken, no le busques 5 pies al gato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;q se los vas a encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2304166016740392715?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2304166016740392715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2304166016740392715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2304166016740392715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2304166016740392715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-are-feelings-that-never-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-7804699545424198083</id><published>2007-09-27T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:13:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivan los Chapines!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy8PQHucGbU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy8PQHucGbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidades Carlos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimos orgullosos de tener un talent como el tuyo entre nosotros!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sigue soñando y luchando por alcanzarlos!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sí se pudoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qué bonito ver a toda tu gente, unida para alcanzar un anhelo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-7804699545424198083?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7804699545424198083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=7804699545424198083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7804699545424198083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/7804699545424198083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/09/vivan-los-chapines.html' title='Vivan los Chapines!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2650356880283217624</id><published>2007-09-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:08:11.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero cometer el error más grande del mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y navegar en kayak de Miami a la Habana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero tomarme un café viendo al Mediterráneo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y despertar en Tulum persiguiendo una estrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirle a Jesús que si está, que aparezca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y que me corten la luz pa’ prender una vela… y soñar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero regalarle una flor al amor de mi herida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiero empezar otra vez y cambiarme hasta el nombre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero apedrear el zaguán de las causas perdidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y ver salir a papá convenciendo a mi madre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero escucharte decir lo que gritan tus ojos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiero perder el valor que gané por miedoso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero correr por ahí mientras trepo un cometa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero vivir sin un guión ni la misma receta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero inventarle otra letra al abecedario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero olvidarme de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero saber que es por mí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y no puedo querer mientras siga queriendo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inútil creer que querer es lograr olvidarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero encontrar otro amor y perderlo enseguida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para olvidarme de ti para toda la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero silbar let it be a la luz de la luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero lavar en el mar lo que no sea futuro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero correr por ahí mientras trepo un cometa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero vivir sin guión ni la misma receta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero inventarle otra letra al abecedario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero olvidarme de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero saber que es por mí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero jugar a la alquimia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y buscar en el Tíbet alguna respuesta;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiero fugarme de mí para no ser de aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni de ninguna parte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perderme en la antropología,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dedicar mi vida a la filantropía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con tal de olvidarte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con tal de burlarte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero correr por ahí mientras trepo un cometa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero pararme en Irak y mandarle un saludo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a la mamá del idiota más grande del mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero olvidarme de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero saber que es por mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero regalarle una flor al amor de mi herida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2650356880283217624?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2650356880283217624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2650356880283217624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2650356880283217624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2650356880283217624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiero.html' title='QUIERO'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5731724358693029456</id><published>2007-09-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:35:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Últimamente me da mucha hueva pasar por aquí y postear... no sé por qué, tal vez porque no tengo nada interesante qué contar... Mi vida se está convirtiendo en algo increíblemente monótono... así que, en un corto plazo, tengo que encontrar algo qué hacer... que este "no hacer nada" ya me está dando mucha hueva... así que, he decidido comenzar a hacer mi plan de vida para el próximo año....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver, ustedes qué opinan?  Algunas opciones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Otra vez la URL? (Q hueva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Estudiar algo así como Repostería en lo que me preparo para conseguir una&lt;br /&gt;beca en algún lugar lejisisisisisisísimos de mi casa sobre alguna cosa&lt;br /&gt;dificilísima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Iniciar a hacer algo así como poner un negocio... no sé, de lo que sea...&lt;br /&gt;desde vende chicles hasta ofrecer soluciones informáticas a pequeñas&lt;br /&gt;empresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Estudiar otro idioma (sería parte de la opción # 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Viajar por lo menos unas 3 veces en el año... aunque sea a El&lt;br /&gt;Salvador!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tirarme de puenting (es cosa de un día... pero requiere preparación&lt;br /&gt;sicológica... jajaja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cambiarme de casa a un lugar que pueda verse en GoogleEarth (ese es tema&lt;br /&gt;para otro post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ps... llegué al punto en que no tengo nada más que escribir... en serio que ando pero con cero inspiración... jajaja... pero aquí vamos haciendo la lucha para no cerrar el querido blog que tiene ya un par de años de vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se aceptan sugerencias para el nuevo plan de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5731724358693029456?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5731724358693029456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5731724358693029456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5731724358693029456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5731724358693029456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/09/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1017161750476689582</id><published>2007-09-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:14:50.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAY DÍAS EN QUE SIMPLEMENTE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE ESFUERZAN EN MOSTRARTE, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE NINGÚN ESFUERZO ES SUFICIENTE... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUNCA TENDRÁS DERECHO DE SENTIRTE FELIZ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE SUCKS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1017161750476689582?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1017161750476689582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1017161750476689582' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1017161750476689582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1017161750476689582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2078526466597931169</id><published>2007-08-20T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:43:32.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the desert</title><content type='html'>Hay extremadamente mucho calor hoy... imposible dormir así...&lt;br /&gt;Me siento como en el desierto...&lt;br /&gt;Mucho calor...&lt;br /&gt;Desesperación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RspsHXwJoGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AfFBaOU6GsY/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RspsHXwJoGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AfFBaOU6GsY/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101008401841365090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RspsHXwJoGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AfFBaOU6GsY/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why have you come back to my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;why are you again in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;don't you have any better place to be?&lt;br /&gt;please... leave me alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2078526466597931169?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2078526466597931169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2078526466597931169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2078526466597931169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2078526466597931169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-in-desert.html' title='Lost in the desert'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RspsHXwJoGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AfFBaOU6GsY/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6579521879406704683</id><published>2007-08-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:27:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buen viaje amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy se fue mi amiguita &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a iniciar sus estudios de maestría a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;INCAE Costa Rica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Estoy muy orgullosa de ella y muy contenta porque va a hacer lo que a ella le gusta. Estoy segura de que va a dar su mejor esfuerzo y que irá por allá a enseñarles a los Ticos que los &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; somos pilas... verdad amiguita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para qué les miento, también ando algo tristina... la verdad me va a hacer mucha falta, pero muuuuuucha... la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trejito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; es como una hermana para mi... no tendré quien me ande puteando ahí por todo y quien me chingue y me chingue hasta que haga las cosas... jejeje... pero primero Dios diciembre llega rapidito así nos viene a visitar... y pues tendremos que hacer presupuesto para ir a verla allá a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ticolandia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy fuimos a dejarla al aeropuerto con su familia... habíamos dicho que hasta ahí lloraríamos, que no antes... pero fuimos valientes... no amiga? al menos hasta que te subiste al avión... jiji... luego pues fuimos a desayunar con su familia y después, ni modo, a trabajar.... Supongo que ahorita ya estarás por allá.... llegando a tu nueva casita... Primero Dios que llegaste bien y que hoy puedas descansar bastante para empezar la otra semana con ganas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bueno, solo quería aprovechar este espacio una vez más para decirte que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te kiero mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amiguita... y que como siempre estaré desde aquí haciendote porras!!! Le pediré mucho a la &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virgencita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;y a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jesucito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que te cuiden mucho y te ayuden por allá... Te voy a extrañar mucho amiga, pero le vamos a hacer ganitas... jejeje... Sabes que cuentas conmigo para todo, a cualquier hora, ya sabes donde encontrarme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un fuerte abrazo!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qué Diosito te Bendiga en todo lo que emprendas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ChickChicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dShXmppFDVA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dShXmppFDVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6579521879406704683?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6579521879406704683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6579521879406704683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6579521879406704683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6579521879406704683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/08/buen-viaje-amiga.html' title='Buen viaje amiga...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8691638602642431704</id><published>2007-08-01T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:52:24.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Never Shines In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moon Never Cries In The Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mi primito me envió un correo hoy, la verdad tenía mucho tiempo de no leer algo tan bueno, así que decidí compartirlo. Espero que lo disfruten y lo apliquen en su vida... (está en inglés, si me dan ganas se los traduzco luego...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in life is doomed at the start. There is no question that it will have a trajectory, the only mystery is how long and far the flight will last. A heat-seeking missile embedded within whatever you have built, simply waits for the right time to fire and bring it to the ground. Why? We haven't a clue. But in our moments of champagne euphoria, it is good to be armed with the knowledge of the truth. With the knowledge that this too will pass. With the knowledge that behind it, another rocket is ready to launch. Another journey ready to be taken. Renewal is one of the true majesties of life. Interesting, we think the end, of a business, a job, a passion, a relationship, tells us something about the beginning. But the polar opposite is true. The beginning and the end are born at precisely the same time. But in the giddiness of the new we refuse to see that it is an imposter for the end. All of the fault lines and limitations and physics and DNA that will destroy it, are there in full view when the opening toasts are made.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine if we looked for them. If we engaged in due diligence at the start. Hunted down the enemies of the good and the beautiful and the successful-the enemies of longevity-and destroyed them before they ruined what we have built. What we adored. What we looked at with amazing pride. What we had every right to be proud of because we vested it with care and intellect and creativity and drive and faith. Blind faith. Reckless faith. Joyous faith.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It would change nothing. You have to throw yourself at the things you create in life with wonderful abandon and let them fly for as long as the gods allow. Probably the truest axiom is that the secret to life is enjoying the passage of time. That's all you need to do… and it is endlessly wonderful. Because when the business dies, you can form another. When the job turns into a drudge, you can walk across the street. When the strategy or the campaign fails-and ultimately it will-you can rethink it and raise the curtain on ACT II.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is just important to know at the start-not to dwell on it but to know-that there will inevitably be an ACT II. And you are alive. And you can seize it. We all have to live knowing that there is so much we do not and cannot understand. The trick is never to let that mystery hold us hostage. Or stop us from taking risk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Until we know why the sun never shines at night and the moon never cries in the morning, we are on our own. Free to build and create and manage and love, knowing the uncertainty just makes it more enthralling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;by Mark Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8691638602642431704?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8691638602642431704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8691638602642431704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8691638602642431704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8691638602642431704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/08/sun-never-shines-in-night.html' title='The Sun Never Shines In The Night'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-4380386505167050134</id><published>2007-07-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:24:42.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Maraton!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hace unos días, gracias al descubrimiento de mi amiguita &lt;a href="http://anaelisatrejo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trejo&lt;/a&gt;, iniciamos la Candy Maratón... todo empezó como algo sin importancia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trejo: Toy viendo Candy, en Youtube...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken: En serio??? Jajajaja... que&lt;br /&gt;paja...&lt;br /&gt;Trejo: Sip, mirala, ahí te va el link...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todo parecía ser algo normal, no parecía correr ningún riesgo... pero zaz! que no... esto es realmente algo peligroso, es como un vicio, no puedes dejarlo.... vamos viendo aproximandamente 40 capítulos y todo parece indicar que no vamos a parar hasta ver los 115 episodios de la nove-caricatura que marcó nuestras vidas para siempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé ustedes, pero de ahí salió mi primer amor, Terry... el dibujito más "guapo" de la historia... y a pesar de llevar una de las vidas más trágicas que he visto en mi vida, toooooooodas queríamos ser como Candy... jajajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo uno de los mejores capítulos para que se piquen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5yNFl4SXi8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5yNFl4SXi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qué dicen... se unen a la maratón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-4380386505167050134?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/4380386505167050134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=4380386505167050134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4380386505167050134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4380386505167050134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/candy-maraton.html' title='Candy Maraton!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5095809194313239183</id><published>2007-07-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:28:15.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RqLUDXpb7RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Bha8L0AuM64/s1600-h/buscando%2520en%2520tus%2520suenos_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089863683234589970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RqLUDXpb7RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Bha8L0AuM64/s400/buscando%2520en%2520tus%2520suenos_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los sueños no son mas que sueños.... a los incrédulos en quien la Fe no existe, más el que ve su vida en sueños ya la ha iniciado a vivir, Id pues haciendo realidad los sueños de tu vida porque cuando dejas de soñar, dejais de VIVIR..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los sueños son sumamente importantes. Nada se hace sin que antes se imagine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5095809194313239183?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5095809194313239183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5095809194313239183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5095809194313239183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5095809194313239183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RqLUDXpb7RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Bha8L0AuM64/s72-c/buscando%2520en%2520tus%2520suenos_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-939751821307837927</id><published>2007-07-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:14:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sense &amp; sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpRfeGNQ57I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OVsjT7YM3Zk/s1600-h/sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085794849875093426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpRfeGNQ57I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OVsjT7YM3Zk/s320/sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tengo ya ratos con la idea de postear algo sobre este tema... y no había empezado porque no sabía qué título ponerle... (aún sabiendo que el título es lo último que se decide...) por fin me recordé de esta película... y realmente creo que ahí radica todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Últimamente he estado pensando mucho en eso de enamorarse y salir con alguien... ¿cuando es ya tiempo de enamorarte?, ¿cómo saber si te "conviene" enamorate o no?, ¿cuándo decides si debes alejarte?, ¿cómo sabes si estás enamorada?, es más ¿qué es estar enamorada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yo siempre le digo a mis amigas "no dejes que el corazón decida, que haya un acuerdo entre la cabeza y el corazón" pero últimamente me he dado cuenta que mi amigo corazón a veces ni aparece en la historia y sale a bailar porque creo que es más fácil echarle la culpa... pero no, yo reamente no creo que puedas enamorarte de alguien así de la nada, osea... sí, son bonitos los detalles, las llamadas, que te digan cosas bonitas y ver que están interesados en ti... pero esa sensación bonita que te queda no es amor... es una ilusión, un deseo de compartir y de sentirte querida... pero no puede ser amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lo malo es que quieren convencerse de que es eso, de que ya se "colgó" como dice todo mundo... y por eso, si las cosas no funcionan... ZAZ! empieza de nuevo el sufrimiento, el llanto, los lamentos, los juramentos de que no lo vuelvo a hacer, los grandes dramas de"por qué a mi otra vez", etc, etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y quiera que no, pues eso te va envolviendo en un sentimiento de tristeza, como de nostalgia, y empiezas a sentirte sola, no querida... cuando realmente no es así, no estás sola, hay mucha gente que está contigo, que te quiere, pero por estar esperando que te quiera alguien que tal vez ni siquiera tú quieres de verdad... no puedes verlo... y no te das cuenta que la culpa no es más que tuya, por no andar con los pies en la tierra, por dejar que ganen las sensaciones, las emociones, al sentido común... por construir castillos de arena y grandes historias de amor en donde lo que hay es tal vez solamente una atracción...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por otro lado, si dejas de vivir las ilusiones y entierras tanto los pies en la tierra que no te das la oportunidad de soñar un poco y de vivir ese proceso de los detallitos, las llamaditas, los mensajitos, las salidas, etc... pues también estás fregada... porque entonces, cómo diablos vas a conocerlo? cómo te vas a enamorar de él? y cómo se van a enamorar de ti? (creo que el proceso es un poco similar de ambos lados, con ciertas diferencias fundamentales) Y empiezas a crear esa barrera y a tallarte el rótulo en la frente de "anti-hombres" que salta a primera vista cuando conoces a un chavo y por lo que al final, todos paran huyendo de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;En conclusión queridas amigas, mi consejo es (aunque no me lo estén pidiendo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saquen la palabra "colgada" de su vocabulario... ¿qué es eso? si alguien sabe, me explica, porfa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Conozcan gente, sí... salgan, disfruten de la vida, déjense consentir por aquellos que las quieran conocer, pero váyanse con cautela... no confundan la ilusión con un sentimiento que tal vez aún no existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y por último, como dice mi amiga... "Vean las señales" están por todas partes... cuando el fulano no conviene, las señales andan ahí, con pancartas, esperando a que las veas, advirtiendo que lo que viene puede que no sea bueno para ti... así que NO LAS IGNORES... que luego puede ser tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;y esto se llama, desahogarse... jeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpRfeWNQ58I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Wgi-bWruJhM/s1600-h/sensibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085794854170060738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpRfeWNQ58I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Wgi-bWruJhM/s320/sensibility.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...and sensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-939751821307837927?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/939751821307837927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=939751821307837927' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/939751821307837927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/939751821307837927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/sense-sensibility.html' title='sense &amp; sensibility'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpRfeGNQ57I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OVsjT7YM3Zk/s72-c/sense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1543706115656259171</id><published>2007-07-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:53:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mEmOriEs iN a cOlLaGe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;La loquis y yo... haciendo locuras para variar......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3RGWNQ51I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zaWdS2Slq0A/s1600-h/collagetrejochick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083949461341792082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3RGWNQ51I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zaWdS2Slq0A/s400/collagetrejochick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; A lot of memories, don't you think my friend?&lt;br /&gt;I loveU so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(casi no habían fotos vos... necesitamos digital... jajaja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1543706115656259171?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1543706115656259171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1543706115656259171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1543706115656259171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1543706115656259171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/memories-in-collage.html' title='mEmOriEs iN a cOlLaGe...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3RGWNQ51I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zaWdS2Slq0A/s72-c/collagetrejochick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6164538157020693873</id><published>2007-07-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:06:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGswWNQ56I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvMNsZW7LB0/s1600-h/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035400872912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGswWNQ56I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvMNsZW7LB0/s320/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer fui al cine con mi family, el viernes se estrenó Los Transformers y hace rato que estaba con la gana de que saliera para ir a verla... jajaja... ni me pregunten por qué...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fui gran fanática de Los Transformers, si la veía mucho de chiquita, era como una clase de pacto con mi hermano, yo miraba Los Transformers si el miraba Candy conmigo... jajaja... pero si me recordaba de todo el asunto vera, que los Autobots, que los Decepticons, bla, bla, bla... pero debo decirles que aunque no soy gran crítica de cine, la película me pareció buenísima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muy buenos efectos, me hizo sentir como niño chikito, realmente impactan los chunches esos... jajaja... hasta mi mamá salió emocionada... a parte de, la peli tiene un tema que la verdad me gustó mucho... "No Sacrifice, No Victory"... y así es, todo en esta vida requiere un sacrificio, algunas veces para alcanzar nuestros sueños tenemos que sacrificar otras cosas que en el momento duelen mucho, pero que al final el tiempo te enseña que así debe ser, porque después las recompensas son muy buenas, muy reconfortantes, y muchas veces no te llenan solo a ti, sino que a mucha gente que cree en ti y que te quiere y apoya siempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En fin, la película, muy buena, se las recomiendo... y el mensaje, tratemos de aplicarlo en nuestra vida siempre, vivamos con valentía y llegaremos lejos, verdad amiga? :P TQM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui les dejo un pic de los protagonistas de la movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGsv2NQ53I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dwKJ6c3kGmM/s1600-h/fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035392282978162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGsv2NQ53I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dwKJ6c3kGmM/s320/fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGsvmNQ52I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-pVBoodLRiw/s1600-h/autobots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035387988010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGsvmNQ52I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-pVBoodLRiw/s320/autobots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGswWNQ55I/AAAAAAAAAHE/iA9M3QskltI/s1600-h/todos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035400872912786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGswWNQ55I/AAAAAAAAAHE/iA9M3QskltI/s320/todos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6164538157020693873?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6164538157020693873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6164538157020693873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6164538157020693873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6164538157020693873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/ayer-fui-al-cine-con-mi-family-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RpGswWNQ56I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvMNsZW7LB0/s72-c/transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3829329481334430943</id><published>2007-07-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:59:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bueno, ahora si les presento a mi preciosa Princesa, es el amor de mi vida esta niña... las fotos no están tan buenas, pero algo es algo... jejejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DUWNQ5vI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PaHrdOrpqeM/s1600-h/Imagen005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083934308697171698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DUWNQ5vI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PaHrdOrpqeM/s400/Imagen005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jugueteando con el Chester en la cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DU2NQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z90VvHR5LU0/s1600-h/Imagen007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083934317287106306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DU2NQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z90VvHR5LU0/s400/Imagen007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Con mi mamita preciosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DV2NQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Oy8_PnyWk0/s1600-h/Imagen011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083934334466975506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DV2NQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Oy8_PnyWk0/s400/Imagen011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coqueteando para variar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E2mNQ5yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x7PYmgAJPzM/s1600-h/Imagen008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083935996619319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E2mNQ5yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x7PYmgAJPzM/s400/Imagen008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uyyyy pero que seria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E3GNQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kkwd_zUIc1M/s1600-h/Imagen017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936005209253682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E3GNQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kkwd_zUIc1M/s400/Imagen017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que tierna mi gordita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E3WNQ50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/RTStJJ0JuWA/s1600-h/Imagen014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936009504220994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3E3WNQ50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/RTStJJ0JuWA/s400/Imagen014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Con el Chester... jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Es linda mi gordita, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3829329481334430943?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3829329481334430943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3829329481334430943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3829329481334430943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3829329481334430943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-princesa.html' title='Mi Princesa'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Ro3DUWNQ5vI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PaHrdOrpqeM/s72-c/Imagen005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5696614640071608672</id><published>2007-07-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:52:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holliday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fragmentos de un par de dialogos de una pelicula que vi el sábado... simplemente explican exactamente lo que he sentido y pensado un par de veces últimamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exactly, and on top of that there's the old standby, I can't believe a girl like that would actually be with a guy like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going ever every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, uou'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't say it better...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082473049153922786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RoiST2NQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9InLGSt7E7A/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5696614640071608672?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5696614640071608672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5696614640071608672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5696614640071608672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5696614640071608672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/07/holliday.html' title='The Holliday'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RoiST2NQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9InLGSt7E7A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5789005339107614285</id><published>2007-06-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:27:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081352663985088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RoSXU2NQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BZ8UZMacRn8/s400/Congratulations0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMIGA! TE DESEO LO MEJOR DEL MUNDO, ESTOY SEGURA DE QUE TE VA A IR SÚPER AMIGA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡FELICITACIONES!  ¡TE LO MERECES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm really proud of U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5789005339107614285?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5789005339107614285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5789005339107614285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5789005339107614285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5789005339107614285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/amiga-te-deseo-lo-mejor-del-mundo-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RoSXU2NQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BZ8UZMacRn8/s72-c/Congratulations0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-787372205775769576</id><published>2007-06-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:42:52.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haciendo mi tarea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Antes de que Greecys me mate... aqui dejo mi tarea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El juego de las 8 cosas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reglas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cada jugador empieza el juego diciendo 8 cosas sobre si mismo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tienes que escribir las 8 cosas junto con las reglas del juego.&lt;br /&gt;3. Debes invitar a jugar a 8 personas más y escribir sus nombres.&lt;br /&gt;4. Por último dejar un mensaje en su blog invitándolos al juego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soy despistada... SÚPER DESPISTADA. No me recuerdo de fechas de cumpleaños, ni de direcciones, ni de los mensajes que tengo que dar. Todo lo pierdo o lo olvido en algún lugar y aunque apunte las cosas, se me olvida leerlas... jajaja... así que soy un caso perdido. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me encantan el café Latte (bueno, la verdad es que el café en genera me gusta) y los churros de cajeta. Ha sido un gran problema tener ambos a la mano en la oficina y sobre todo tener quien me acompañe a comprarlos... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me he vuelto adicta al Internet. No importe a qué hora llegue a la casa, tengo que conectarme para ver "quien está conectado". Sí, sé que no tiene sentido, pero no me quito la maña... Si no estoy chateando, estoy en el hi5 o viendo blogs, o leyendo cualquier cosa por aquí... qué problema, no? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiero viajar mucho, pero mucho, mucho!  Es algo que he querido desde chikita, pero tristemente hasta el momento no he salido del país... Pero este año comenzamos a conocer otros lares, si todo va saliendo bien.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soy muy temerosa.  Siempre me dan miedo los cambios y me cuesta mucho decidirme a hacer las cosas, siempre pienso en qué va a pasar... y si pasa esto? y si aquello?  Siempre necesito un empujón para decidirme....  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me encanta ir a la playa.  Muchos se quejan de la arena, del sol que quema, de la incomodidad... Para nada, a mi me encanta, no es lo mismo ir a una piscina si no hay playa, simplemnte no tiene chiste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me encantan los niños.  Puedo pasar horas jugando con ellos.  Me llena mucho su inocencia, su alegría y su forma de ver el mundo tan simple, sin complicaciones.  Podría vivir siempre rodeada de niños y sería realente muy feliz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me gusta mucho salir con mis amigas, a donde sea, a tomar un café, un par de chelas, a bailar, al cine o simplemente a platicar.  Puedo pasar horas y horas platicando y escuchando las mil historias que tienen que contar para luego sacar mi lado maternal y ponerme a aconsejar cosas que ni me están preguntando... jajaja, pero así me aguantan y me quieren todas...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gueno, ahora sí, mi tarea está completada...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-787372205775769576?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/787372205775769576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=787372205775769576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/787372205775769576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/787372205775769576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/haciendo-mi-tarea.html' title='Haciendo mi tarea...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-9066053244454681031</id><published>2007-06-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:14:45.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y sigue la mala racha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Definitivamente como que no conviene que tenga cel... les cuento por qué...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hace aproximadamente 3 meses (sin exagerar...) perdí mi teléfono en una gasolinera de San Lucas... por andar comprando un aceite para carro para una chava que ni conocía y que se le calentó el carro... (bueno, yo iba con ella y era amiga de una amiga.. pero igual... )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Después de como unos 5 intentos fallido de recuperar mi telefono, ya sea comprando uno nuevo, por el seguro, renovando contrato o poniédome de cabeza para ver si le causaba gracia a la señorita de atención al cliente de nuestra famosa empresa de telefonía "Movistar, te atendemos como te mereces" y tal vez así aunque sea por lastima decidía darme mi telefonito... pues por fin el sábado 16 de junio, a las 14:00 horas aproximadamente, tuve de nuevo un telefonito en mis manos...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como niña buena, y siguiendo las enseñanzas de mi amiguita Trejo, lo dejé cargando toda la tarde y en la noche me dediqué a tomarle fotitas a mi Princesta linda... quien no tuvo ningún problema en posar para la foto cuanta vez le pedimos...  El domingo hablé con un par de amiguitas, quienes compartían mi felicidad por tener un aparato telefónico en mis manos de nuevo... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hasta el momento, todo parece indicar que fue una historia de esas con final feliz, vera???  Pero noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Un rotundo y GRANNNNNNN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  (Esta ya se parece a la historia del vestido de la boda...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Resulta que, el lunes me levanté como siempre para ir al gym, pero me agarró la tarde y decidí irme al trabajo de una vez... Me bañé, me arreglé y salí para el trabajo... Subí al bus aqui en la entrada de mi colonia... y un par de cuadras después... MI CEL, YA NO ERA MI CEL... Sino del Hijuelagran "#$"#$" que logro sacarlo de mi bolsa sin que me diera cuenta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pues, ni qué decirles al respecto, ya ni se si llorar, gritar o reírme... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ver ahora cuando compro otro, tal vez otro un cachito más caro y sofisticado, para que don ladrón ande con lo último de la tecnología...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sniff...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-9066053244454681031?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/9066053244454681031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=9066053244454681031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9066053244454681031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9066053244454681031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-sigue-la-mala-racha.html' title='y sigue la mala racha...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5090163004672921200</id><published>2007-06-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:18:38.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Y hoy pude comprobar, lo que me estaba imaginando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;simplemente no me perdí de nada bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Solo probé un poquito de lo amargo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo pasa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y esto... ja! pasara más rapido de lo que te puedas imaginar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5090163004672921200?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5090163004672921200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5090163004672921200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5090163004672921200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5090163004672921200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-hoy-pude-comprobar-lo-que-me-estaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2627608722113476073</id><published>2007-06-09T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:46:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo parece estar bien...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que revoltijo de sentimientos el que cargo adentro, todo parece estar bien, pero ando que pasa una mosca muy cerca y me pongo a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me he sentido muy bien en el work, pero no sé si es también porque ando tan suceptible... aunque la verdad sí hay unas cosas que no me están gustando para nada y no sé como hacer para componerlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que tengo muchas cosas que decir y las tengo ahí guardadas, no he tenido la oportunidad de decir lo que siento, lo que pienso, como me siento... si estoy bien, si estoy mal, si estoy triste, lastimada, enojada, al parecer a nadie le interesa mucho tampoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansada de sentirme tan sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...PERO NO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2627608722113476073?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2627608722113476073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2627608722113476073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2627608722113476073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2627608722113476073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/todo-parece-estar-bien.html' title='Todo parece estar bien...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5013694146591131402</id><published>2007-06-04T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:18:19.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGl74WpjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ytWN-kkMtvU/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467804101715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGl74WpjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ytWN-kkMtvU/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con mi manito... lindos, no? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGmb4WpkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6AUn8hkhc0w/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467812691650114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGmb4WpkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6AUn8hkhc0w/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A morder el pastel!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGm74WpmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BNozyY3WlvE/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467821281584738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGm74WpmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BNozyY3WlvE/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Con mi amiguita Trejo después de sus mañanitas!!! Q llorona!!! TQM!!! =0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467816986617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGmr4WplI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLzWyVmA12w/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Con mi viejito... Ahhh qué cara de felicidad por Dios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467834166486642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGnr4WpnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bJaOHPB4cOU/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Así se veía todo... bonito, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como podrán ver... me la pasé súper...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias a todos!!!  =0)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5013694146591131402?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5013694146591131402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5013694146591131402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5013694146591131402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5013694146591131402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/con-mi-manito.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmUGl74WpjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ytWN-kkMtvU/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-6079932597104638109</id><published>2007-06-04T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:15:32.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahí les voy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8T74WpeI/AAAAAAAAADs/ra_EV-084-s/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072456499747792354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8T74WpeI/AAAAAAAAADs/ra_EV-084-s/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Posando en la fuente que lo más que sacaba era ese chorrito de agua... jejeje...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8Ub4WpfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3CmmgIaTAZU/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072456508337726962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8Ub4WpfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3CmmgIaTAZU/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello!!! This is me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8Ur4WpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jL-ADeOlWhc/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072456512632694274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8Ur4WpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jL-ADeOlWhc/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Me encantó esa chimenea...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mucha risa pues... jejeje...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8U74WphI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8uD4InNCe-8/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072456516927661586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8U74WphI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8uD4InNCe-8/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8VL4WpiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JM_Z-aUcwKI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072456521222628898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8VL4WpiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JM_Z-aUcwKI/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Emmm... yo otra vez... :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-6079932597104638109?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6079932597104638109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=6079932597104638109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6079932597104638109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/6079932597104638109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-les-voy.html' title='Ahí les voy...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RmT8T74WpeI/AAAAAAAAADs/ra_EV-084-s/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-320207864103857602</id><published>2007-06-02T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:04:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U could at LEAST change song!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have never felt so stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need my superman's balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-320207864103857602?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/320207864103857602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=320207864103857602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/320207864103857602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/320207864103857602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/06/u-could-at-least-change-song-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3970613302390065294</id><published>2007-05-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:25:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe GrAdUaTiOn pArTy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;El familión de los Paiz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Son lo máximo, me la pasé súper bien!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIYBgjHpI/AAAAAAAAADE/cX4cCUSBjgc/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021695652863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIYBgjHpI/AAAAAAAAADE/cX4cCUSBjgc/s400/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tía Letty, mi bro, mi mamita linda, Divia, Omar, Tía Olguy, Lelosh, mi papi y yo colándome en la fotooooooo!!!!!!! (faltan unos, andaban perdidos... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIYxgjHqI/AAAAAAAAADM/9kXgbx_53x8/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021708537765538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIYxgjHqI/AAAAAAAAADM/9kXgbx_53x8/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi papi, mi mami preciosa, mi hermanín y yo... listos para el brindis! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIZRgjHrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ki11aPe6tyw/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021717127700146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIZRgjHrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ki11aPe6tyw/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chechita con mi Cochito Lidooooo.... (El July despistado para variar... ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIaBgjHsI/AAAAAAAAADc/zAScuxK4bHU/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021730012602050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIaBgjHsI/AAAAAAAAADc/zAScuxK4bHU/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con los espositos García... La quiero mucho amiguita!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIbBgjHtI/AAAAAAAAADk/HIZS9cFLKKg/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021747192471250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIbBgjHtI/AAAAAAAAADk/HIZS9cFLKKg/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con la mujer que más amo en el mundo... mi mamita preciosa!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;luego subo más y les cuentooooooo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3970613302390065294?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3970613302390065294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3970613302390065294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3970613302390065294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3970613302390065294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-party.html' title='tHe GrAdUaTiOn pArTy!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RljIYBgjHpI/AAAAAAAAADE/cX4cCUSBjgc/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8209577915903137893</id><published>2007-05-03T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:21:57.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my best friend</title><content type='html'>Hay personas que llegan a tu vida para hacer de ella algo mejor cada día...&lt;br /&gt;tú eres el mejor ejemplo que tengo de ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060586268293718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RjrQZhzd4WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s3d6FRXQjnM/s400/En+la+oficina+002.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;En fin, gracias x todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8209577915903137893?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8209577915903137893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8209577915903137893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8209577915903137893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8209577915903137893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To my best friend'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RjrQZhzd4WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s3d6FRXQjnM/s72-c/En+la+oficina+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-4541375428410116585</id><published>2007-05-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:14:26.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>Últimamente me he dado cuenta,&lt;br /&gt;de que me río mucho sola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que me toy volviendo loca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O son solo los buenos recuerdos que se cuelan en la mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y me roban como siempre una sonrisa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pss... sea como sea nunk cae mal sonreírle a la vida... =0)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-4541375428410116585?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/4541375428410116585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=4541375428410116585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4541375428410116585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4541375428410116585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/05/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8678195037094689969</id><published>2007-04-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:01:33.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Editus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El miércoles, en el ombligo de la semana, tuve la oportunidad de ir a un concierto de jazz que se llevó a cabo en el IGA, donde yo trabajo, fui con la prima (alias La tía Gorda, según la Vale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenía muchas expectativas del concierto, no porque los conociera sino porque todos en el IGA hablaban de lo buenos que eran. No soy de las que conocen mucho de música y que tiene un amplio repertorio... pero definiticamente, ME ENCANTÓ! Los tipos tienen un carisma increíble, el chavo del violín se roba el show... tocó un SOLO, se veía que estaba sintiéndolo tanto que te deja sin habla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La verdad me quedé con un muy buen sabor de boca, me relajó bastante y me la pasé muy bien, no podría decir una canción favorita, pero me gustó mucho Memorias... era de esas que si cierras los ojos y te dejas llevar por la música pues te pueden llevar, como su nombre, por todas tus memorias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí les dejo una foto de los músicos costarricenses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058338918066151762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RjLUchzd4VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f8OjIEqFxgA/s400/editus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8678195037094689969?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8678195037094689969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=8678195037094689969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8678195037094689969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/8678195037094689969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/editus.html' title='Editus'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RjLUchzd4VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f8OjIEqFxgA/s72-c/editus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-4210757542578178113</id><published>2007-04-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:36:58.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>En los últimos trámites de la U, pero ellos para variar complicando las cosas...&lt;br /&gt;Ahora resulta que no puede haber graduación en mayo porque no hay mucha gente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi sombrero, o la hacen o la hacen!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O traerá mensaje otra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-4210757542578178113?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/4210757542578178113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=4210757542578178113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4210757542578178113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/4210757542578178113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1304339799547845982</id><published>2007-04-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:12:19.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solo sabe que lamento de todo ?&lt;br /&gt;que pensé y sentí que si era posible ...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pensé? sentí? hasta cuando fue eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hubiera sido bueno saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;el momento en que dejó de ser así...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1304339799547845982?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1304339799547845982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1304339799547845982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/solo-sabe-que-lamento-de-todo-que-pens.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5913300832423996091</id><published>2007-04-19T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:38:22.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer, una explosión de sentimientos... la tesis había terminado, debía hacer un par de cambios, insignifcantes...  los últimos acontecimientos en casa no me dejaban compartirlo como hubiera querido, no me sentía totalmente bien... sin embargo sentía una satisfacción grande, GRANDE, GRANDEEEE!!!  Por fin, luego de 5 años y un par de meses, podía decir que lo había logrado... un par de trámites y el título estaría en mis manos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabajar en los cambios, darle una chequeadita a todo antes de enviarlo a imprimir, platicar con un par de amigas que estaban por ahí en el msn... mientras pasaba el tiempo empezaba a sentir algo extraño, como saliendo de la boca del estómago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmmmm... mal, mal, mal... cuando reaccioné ya me sentía increíblemente mal, quería llorar, gritar, muchas cosas en mi cabecita, dando vueltas y vueltas... preguntas sin respuesta y unas ganas increíbles de hacer algo, que supongo no debo hacer (supongo... )  Definitivamente la música no ayuda en estos casos y pues todo me fue llevando a recuerdos, a momentos, a letras, a palabras... Leyendo y leyendo... queriendo entender, buscando explicaciones... Aunque quería llorar, por alguna razón no podía... solo corría una que otra lágrima escapadita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cansada ya fui a la cama, casi imposible dormir... la última vez que vi el reloj era más de la una de la mañana... y el resto de la madrugada me la pasé soñando con gente que se moría... jajaja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy, un día diferente... en la mañana, cansadísima vi que tenía dos opciones:  decir que estaba cansada y no ir al gimnasio, empezar el día desganada y pasarla realmente mal... o levantarme, ir al gym, levantar los ánimos y disfrutar de las cosas lindas de la vida...  ELECCIÓN: Opción 2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y para qué les cuento, pasé un lindo día... muy contenta con el logro alcanzado y compartiéndolo con la gente importante de mi vida... Sí, estuve tentada todo el día, de alguna forma lo hice, pero bueno... creo que es cuestión de  tiempo (al menos eso espero...)   Pasé todo el día con una sonrisita en mi cara, jajaja... de lo eléctrica que andaba ni sueño me dio... y pues, estas son horas que no me da sueño... Aunque en el fondo, confieso, que tengo esa sensación, esa extraña sensación, como si me hubieran arrancado un pedacito de mi y se lo hubieran llevado lejos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bueno, la casi oficial Ing. Chicken se despide y se va a la camita, que mañana toca un día duro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y pensar, amiguita, que tú tristeando también...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tristeando solitas las dos, en vez de andar celebrando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bobitas somos, no? TQM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5913300832423996091?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5913300832423996091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5913300832423996091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5913300832423996091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5913300832423996091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5497552282738658328</id><published>2007-04-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:09:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SNIFF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5497552282738658328?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5497552282738658328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5497552282738658328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5497552282738658328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5497552282738658328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-i-care-so-much-sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2538593787417008973</id><published>2007-04-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:01:20.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AL FIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y entregué la tesis... UUUUFFFFFF &lt;br&gt;Me falta el resumen ejecutivo... pero espero hacerlo en un ratito... Qué dolor de cabeza esa cosa, espero que ya no me pidan cambios, que ya estoy cansadísima de de estar en esas... además de que no ando de ánimos para eso (...y cuando sí pues??? jajajajaja &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tenía ratos de no escribir, solo mini-posts, pero es que entre el msn, el hi5 y leer blogs de los demás, se me va el tiempo (solo cosas importantes...) además de que solo la Trejito pasa a leer, así que mejor le cuento a ella, jajajaja... Bueno, NO!!! Miento... mi amiguita Greecys no falla... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He vivido muchas cosas últimamente, estas vacaciones fueron raras... mis papás se fueron a Petén desde el miércoles y me quedé Home Alone... (bueno, con mi hermano pero no cuenta, que ese nunk está... ) Por lo general me gusta estar sola en mi casa, me relaja mucho... pero en esta ocasión en particular no quería, andaba algo tristona y piensa que piensa... así que para qué dar lugar a las depres... jejeje... así que me fui a casa de mi tía y ahí me la pasé bien un par de días, con mi Valeria preciosa... hasta un día de drinks y canciones corta venas hubo... jajajaja... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Luego la Lichis se fue el viernes a mi casa (hubo tekilita también por cierto...) y nos la pasamos bien, ahí platicando y pasando el chisme hasta que ya no aguantamos el sueño. El sábado, día de hueva total, en la noche regresaron mis padrecillos y el domingo me entró la pena por la tesis, así que me puse a trabajar casi todo el día y TODA LA NOCHE!!! Qué pilas vera? En vez de aprovechar las vacaciones.... pero bueno... el lunes parecía zombie en la oficina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Estas semanas han sido de emociones fuertes, ando algo inestable todavía... con muchas cosas en la cabeza, pero trataré de mantenerla ocupada para no andar buscándole 5 pies al gato, hay cosas que quisiera entender, pero creo que ahorita está de más querer entenderlas, ya en su momento lo haré, por el momento a trabajar duro que me esperan días bien cargaditos de trabajo, proyectos ya en la recta final sobre los que todos tienen muy altas expectativas. Hay gente que espera mucho de mi, es bonito saber que confían en ti, aunque se siente una gran responsabilidad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Por el momento me voy a dormir, que ya es tarde y mañana no me levanto, pero eso de levantarse tarde los domingos me descontrola los lunes!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't wanna feel today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i don't wanna think today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2538593787417008973?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2538593787417008973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2538593787417008973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2538593787417008973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2538593787417008973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/al-fin.html' title='AL FIN!!!'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-2457860203296586887</id><published>2007-04-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:19:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;qUe aLgUiEn mE aCeRqUe eL sUeLo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xQ vA a SeR dUrO eL cUeNtAzo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;auch! cómo duele!!! (diría la Tañón)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-2457860203296586887?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2457860203296586887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=2457860203296586887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2457860203296586887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/2457860203296586887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/04/que-alguien-me-acerque-el-suelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8298285158897855662</id><published>2007-04-10T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:33:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like floating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-8298285158897855662?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8298285158897855662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rEalMeNtE nO sÉ Si mE eNoJa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mE dA rIsA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o tRisTeza...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5708648762829369188?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5708648762829369188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5708648762829369188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5708648762829369188'/><link 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/&gt;del corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nace el sentimiento,&lt;br /&gt;en mitad del llanto,&lt;br /&gt;y se eleva altísimo,&lt;br /&gt;y va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuela sobre el gesto de la gente,&lt;br /&gt;a todo lo más noble indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;ajeno al beso cálido de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de puro amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo que,&lt;br /&gt;prisionero es,&lt;br /&gt;libres respirábamos,&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;clara brilla hoy,&lt;br /&gt;y nítida su música,&lt;br /&gt;sonó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevas sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;nuevas emociones,&lt;br /&gt;se expresan ya purísimas,&lt;br /&gt;en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el velo del fantasma del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;cayendo deja el cuadro inmaculado,&lt;br /&gt;y se alza un viento tímido de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de puro amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y recubrote,&lt;br /&gt;dulce amado que,&lt;br /&gt;no sabe el camino,&lt;br /&gt;no sabe que de verdad,&lt;br /&gt;al lado tuyo vendré.&lt;br /&gt;Si quieres tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cae un día el muro,&lt;br /&gt;recubierto de las rosas selváticas,&lt;br /&gt;revive o no,&lt;br /&gt;se eleva o no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosque abandonado&lt;br /&gt;y por ello sobreviviendo virgen&lt;br /&gt;se abre o no,&lt;br /&gt;se cierra o no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo que,&lt;br /&gt;prisionero es,&lt;br /&gt;libres respirábamos,&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;clara brilla hoy,&lt;br /&gt;y nítida su música,&lt;br /&gt;sonó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevas sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;nuevas emociones,&lt;br /&gt;se expresan ya purísimas,&lt;br /&gt;por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El velo del fantasma en el pasado,&lt;br /&gt;cayendo deja el cuadro inmaculado&lt;br /&gt;y se alza un viento tímido de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de puro amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y recubrote,&lt;br /&gt;y recubrote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-647012499838106380?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/647012499838106380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=647012499838106380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/647012499838106380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/647012499838106380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-un-mundo-que-vive-sin-amor-eres-t-mi.html' title='Mi libre canción'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-1103318507100928968</id><published>2007-03-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:43:35.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eL cOnCiErTo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041875963537276290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXedA4PYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aKTQpc5baTc/s400/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dE nEgRo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXP9A4PXI/AAAAAAAAABw/QugcjEY0-SU/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041875714429173106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXP9A4PXI/AAAAAAAAABw/QugcjEY0-SU/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;con corbatita y lentecitos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;con los ojitos cerrados...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXGtA4PWI/AAAAAAAAABo/SGYkwILokAU/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041875555515383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXGtA4PWI/AAAAAAAAABo/SGYkwILokAU/s400/DSC01328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXBNA4PVI/AAAAAAAAABg/W6QIIh6lbFg/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041875461026102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXBNA4PVI/AAAAAAAAABg/W6QIIh6lbFg/s400/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;con esa sonrisita...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;pensativo...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhWmtA4PUI/AAAAAAAAABY/UgKzShxGjvg/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041875005759569218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhWmtA4PUI/AAAAAAAAABY/UgKzShxGjvg/s400/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhWM9A4PSI/AAAAAAAAABI/QulexYBD568/s1600-h/ByN-PR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041874563377937698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhWM9A4PSI/AAAAAAAAABI/QulexYBD568/s400/ByN-PR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;td&gt;dAncInG...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como sea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simplemente ese hombre se ve increíblemente bien!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-1103318507100928968?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1103318507100928968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=1103318507100928968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1103318507100928968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/1103318507100928968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-concierto.html' title='eL cOnCiErTo...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/RfhXedA4PYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aKTQpc5baTc/s72-c/DSC01356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5905170329253405585</id><published>2007-03-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:46:49.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy no tuve muy buen día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanté 10 mins más tarde, por lo que me dejó mi vecina que me lleva al gym y me tocó irme en bus,  llegué algo tarde, pero decidí que me quedaría aunque no llegara a mi clase de inglés, lo que no me agradaba mucho ya que hoy era primer día...  Me hicieron mi evaluación física, en la cual obviamente salí muuuy mal... (ya me lo esperaba), hice media hora de cardio y me vine a la oficina... No sé por qué, pero ya venía desganada... súper cansada, me cansé demasiado y no entiendo por qué... hubiera querido agarrar para mi casa y no a trabajar, pero en fin, no me estaban preguntando a donde me quería ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la oficina, todo de cabeza, pasa cada cosa que no sé que onda... estoy empezando a desesperarme... no quiero pensar que me equivoqué... me siento muy bien aquí en algunos aspectos, pero hay otros que cada día están peor... no kiero confundirme, kisiera ser una solución a los problemas que hay aquí, pero se me está poniendo difícil y no logro enfocar mis ideas... y lo peor es que sé que no es esto lo que quiero, pero no sé que es lo que realmente necesito entonces... o tal vez estoy queriendo hacerme la ciega contra lo evidente... no sé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la situación me puso de mal humor, irritable y algo de bajón... empecé a pensar en un montón de babosadas que ni al caso... de esas cositas que te llevan a pensar en la inmortalidad del cangrejo  y al final terminas tan enredada y no sabes como es que llegaste a ese punto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin que son las 8:38 y sigo en la oficina, sacando unos pendientes que tengo... y en vez de apurarme, estoy aquí escribiendo... no sé... quiero como desahogarme un poco... traigo algo atravezado en la garganta y no se me quita esa sensación...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5905170329253405585?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5905170329253405585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5905170329253405585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5905170329253405585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5905170329253405585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoy-no-tuve-muy-buen-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-3386807550856052464</id><published>2007-03-03T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:52:19.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHicKen eJeRciTáNdOsE...</title><content type='html'>El jueves empecé a ir al gimnasio... como igual tengo que salir tempranísimo de mi casa, decidí aprovechar el tiempo... pero hoy ando que me duele hasta el PELO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirán que qué llorona soy, pero cuando uno nunk en su vida ha hecho ejercicio, definitivamente es horrible el inicio... jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, estoy contenta, algo nuevo, que sé que será bueno... jeje... esperémos que la otra semana esté más acostumbrada... xq quiera o no, estoy clavada ahí ya por tres meses mínimo... jajajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouch... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me duele todo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-3386807550856052464?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3386807550856052464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=3386807550856052464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3386807550856052464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/3386807550856052464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/03/chicken-ejercitndose.html' title='cHicKen eJeRciTáNdOsE...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5741345649621905281</id><published>2007-03-01T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:28:40.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un poema...</title><content type='html'>Les comparto un poema que, confiezo, me robé del HI5 de una amiga... pero simplemente me encantó.... espero que les guste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;La vida es una obra de teatro que no permite ensayos...&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, canta, ríe, baila, llora&lt;br /&gt;y vive intensamente cada momento de tu vida...&lt;br /&gt;...antes que el telón baje y la obra termine sin aplausos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, hey, sonrie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas no te escondas detras de esa sonrisa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muestra aquello que eres, sin miedo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existen personas que sueñan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con tu sonrisa, así como yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vive! Intenta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La vida no pasa de una tentativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama!&lt;br /&gt;Ama por encima de todo,&lt;br /&gt;ama a todo y a todos.&lt;br /&gt;No cierres los ojos a la suciedad del mundo,&lt;br /&gt;no ignores el hambre!&lt;br /&gt;Olvida la bomba,&lt;br /&gt;pero antes haz algo para combatirla,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no te sientas capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busca! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busca lo que hay de bueno en todo y todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No hagas de los defectos una distancia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y sí una aproximación. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acepta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La vida, las personas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haz de ellas tu razon de vivir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entiende!&lt;br /&gt;Entiende a las personas que piensan diferente a ti,&lt;br /&gt;no las repruebes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh! Mira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mira a tu espalda, cuantos amigos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya hiciste a alguien feliz hoy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O hiciste sufrir a alguien con tu egoísmo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh! No corras... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que tanta prisa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corre apenas dentro tuyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueña!&lt;br /&gt;Pero no perjudiques a nadie&lt;br /&gt;y no transformes tu sueño en fuga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cree! Espera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siempre habrá una salida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siempre brillará una estrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Llora! Lucha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haz aquello que te gusta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siente lo que hay dentro de ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye...&lt;br /&gt;Escucha lo que las otras personas&lt;br /&gt;tienen que decir, es importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sube... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haz de los obstáculos escalones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para aquello que quieres alcanzar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas no te olvides de aquellos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que no consiguieron subir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en la escalera de la vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descubre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descubre aquello que es bueno dentro tuyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procura por encima de todo ser gente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yo también voy a intentar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! TÚ...&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ve en paz.&lt;br /&gt;Yo preciso decirte que... TE ADORO,&lt;br /&gt;simplemente porque existes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5741345649621905281?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5741345649621905281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5741345649621905281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5741345649621905281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5741345649621905281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/03/un-poema.html' title='Un poema...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-9058022879970956960</id><published>2007-02-27T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:06:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrando el Privadito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/ReQsM3AUwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PtP9cb-_c4M/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036198882742420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/ReQsM3AUwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PtP9cb-_c4M/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La Chilis y la Iza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2 of my bestFriends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;solo miraditas, no? Jejeje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TQM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-9058022879970956960?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/9058022879970956960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=9058022879970956960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9058022879970956960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/9058022879970956960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/02/celebrando-el-privadito.html' title='Celebrando el Privadito...'/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/ReQsM3AUwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PtP9cb-_c4M/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-5935064627516161929</id><published>2007-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:39:08.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rd0kfyKlawI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7VhQUihymvM/s1600-h/ChickenLittleAustado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034220086930795266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rd0kfyKlawI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7VhQUihymvM/s400/ChickenLittleAustado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't trust so much...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't distrust so much...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Be Careful LittleChicken...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10422079-5935064627516161929?l=aileenmoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/feeds/5935064627516161929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10422079&amp;postID=5935064627516161929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5935064627516161929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10422079/posts/default/5935064627516161929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenmoran.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-should-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Chicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211819457711918069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6088/805/1600/ammp.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgrA4qRgDq0/Rd0kfyKlawI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7VhQUihymvM/s72-c/ChickenLittleAustado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10422079.post-8308158436478972363</id><published>2007-02-19T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:48:53.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uNa aMenA cHaRlA...</title><content type='html'>Pues estaba yo aqui sentada... aburridíiiiiiisima... viendo a quien fregaba por el &lt;strong&gt;msn&lt;/strong&gt; y en el fondo esperando algo... pero gueno... cuando se me atravesó &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greecys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por ahí.... y que nos ponemos a platicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para qué más... después de una hora casi... sino es que un poco más... estoy aquí muerta de la risa por todas las ocurrencias de esta niña que siempre me saca la risa... y que siempre tiene algo que compartir, sin olvidar que siempre hace un tiempecín para leer mis ocurrencias o mis locuras cuando ando de depre o en algún estress... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Greecys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; es una linda niña mexicana que conocí por aquí... por medio del blog... siempre me encantó leerla... y pues luego de un tiempo nos dio por tener laaaargas conversacione por el msn... en las que hemos conversado de todo un poco, desde cosas triviales como intecambiar emoticons... hasta cosas muy proJundas.... jejejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy tuve el gusto de recibir una llamada desde México... y qué creen? pues si... era &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Greecys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... así que ahora ya tuve el gusto de escuchar la voz de "mi amiguita del blog..." y pues, ella dice que la gente piensa que tiene voz de "&lt;em&gt;niña fresa&lt;/em&gt;" pero a mi solo me pareció que tiene "&lt;em&gt;habladito mexicano&lt;/em&gt;" jajajajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gracias niña bonita por hacerme reír tanto hoy... y ya sabes... te debo una!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033466852746291954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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