<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:01:41.721-04:00</updated><category term='Escape the fate'/><category term='you me at six'/><category term='Silverstein'/><title type='text'>Maria Jesus Sepulveda</title><subtitle type='html'>Pequeña aspirante a Modelo y diseñadora de Vestuario, y Artista.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5114290899118988113?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5114290899118988113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5114290899118988113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2011/03/quiero-ser-modelo-mido-176-d.html' title='Quiero Ser modelo :( mido 1.76 :D'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-us78AJwgBgs/TXxM7QIm6II/AAAAAAAAAPs/3Ex_V9X4u4M/s72-c/IMG_2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7091005836511730939</id><published>2010-06-17T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:30:35.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escape the fate'/><title type='text'>something - Escape the fate</title><content type='html'>So now you're running&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to see clearly&lt;br /&gt;When I make you angry&lt;br /&gt;you're stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;And now you're screaming&lt;br /&gt;So can you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I've treated you badly&lt;br /&gt;But I am still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm shaking&lt;br /&gt;that's how you make me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I question why I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you met someone&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me through clouded eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know you see through my lies&lt;br /&gt;See the sky, see the stars&lt;br /&gt;All of this could be ours&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;we've been through this a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back and then you make me feel so crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you met someone&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I would wait for ever&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would wait (I would wait)&lt;br /&gt;You know I would wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant&lt;br /&gt;Something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you met someone&lt;br /&gt;And now you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one that should mean something&lt;br /&gt;But still you wish that you meant something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Something to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Something to somebody else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-7091005836511730939?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7091005836511730939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7091005836511730939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/precioso-20-de-octubre.html' title='something - Escape the fate'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5735571084880665994</id><published>2010-06-17T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:55:11.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis Dias Nash ft. Delux</title><content type='html'>[Noe]&lt;br /&gt;He amado he llorado&lt;br /&gt;He besado me he entregado&lt;br /&gt;He sido mala y hasta que&lt;br /&gt;Sin pensar en creer en otro hombre&lt;br /&gt;En este mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pensé que como mujer iba ya a tener bastante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Noe / Marga]&lt;br /&gt;No más miedos&lt;br /&gt;No más hombres en mis llantos&lt;br /&gt;No más sueños destrozados&lt;br /&gt;No más días sin amor&lt;br /&gt;No más sentirme atrapada&lt;br /&gt;Vivir sin aire&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi plan ha cambiado&lt;br /&gt;He perdido el control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flavio]&lt;br /&gt;He tomado...&lt;br /&gt;He bailado...&lt;br /&gt;He caído...&lt;br /&gt;He gritado...&lt;br /&gt;Me han marcado y hasta ya he olvidado&lt;br /&gt;Cómo amar a una mujer&lt;br /&gt;Estancando emociones&lt;br /&gt;Ciego por miles de razones&lt;br /&gt;Evitando el contacto&lt;br /&gt;Pero por fin te he encontrado&lt;br /&gt;El viaje ha terminado&lt;br /&gt;Con destino entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Estribillo x2]&lt;br /&gt;Mis días lo que me queda&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;La vida entera&lt;br /&gt;Quiero envejecerla&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dártela a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nach]&lt;br /&gt;Sí, Nach, Dlux...y alguien por encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Quién quiere andar por la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Pudiendo volar y volar&lt;br /&gt;Así escalar cualquier montaña&lt;br /&gt;Atravesar cualquier mar&lt;br /&gt;Amar es encontrar el paraíso&lt;br /&gt;En el que todo ser humano siempre quiso entrar&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy en un bar te busco&lt;br /&gt;Te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Me atrapas&lt;br /&gt;Te miro atento&lt;br /&gt;Eres libre como yo y así lo siento&lt;br /&gt;Me das tu aura&lt;br /&gt;No pasa el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;[Coro:] (Dentro muy dentro)&lt;br /&gt;Me hablas del sexo y de tu pasión&lt;br /&gt;No de un futuro echado en sillón&lt;br /&gt;Viendo la televisión&lt;br /&gt;Yo te hablo de sueños también de defectos&lt;br /&gt;Hablo de darte medianoches&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Puedo, quedarme a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Y en ti bien enredado&lt;br /&gt;En el despertador de un lunes&lt;br /&gt;O en el cubata de un sábado&lt;br /&gt;Puedo, compartir besos, cama y huevos&lt;br /&gt;No habrán más miedos ni celos&lt;br /&gt;Ni duelos ni juegos de egos&lt;br /&gt;Me pego a tí como un imán&lt;br /&gt;Mis días ya sé a dónde van&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos negros ya no volverán&lt;br /&gt;No se repetirán&lt;br /&gt;Tu estás aquí y eres mi guía&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora por fin pegado a ti&lt;br /&gt;Así quiero pasar mis días&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Estribillo x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flavio]&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sé que eres tú&lt;br /&gt;El destino de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;Feliz de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente por tocarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Noe / Marga]&lt;br /&gt;Yo también quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;Tu sudor tu vigor&lt;br /&gt;Tu noche y tu sol&lt;br /&gt;Morir abrazados haciendo el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flavio] x2&lt;br /&gt;No quiero comer ni beber&lt;br /&gt;Ni respirar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero acostarme sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que te puedes borrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días lo que me queda&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;(Quiero que me los des para amarte)&lt;br /&gt;(La vida entera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días lo que me queda&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;(Quiero que me los des para amarte)&lt;br /&gt;(La vida entera)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5735571084880665994?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5735571084880665994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5735571084880665994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-cago-o-me-caga-cumpliremo-manana-un.html' title='Mis Dias Nash ft. Delux'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-6409422633288959033</id><published>2010-06-16T22:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:09:52.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you me at six'/><title type='text'>This Turbelence Is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Yeah we are&lt;br /&gt;Talking about&lt;br /&gt;Plastic girls,&lt;br /&gt;With egotistic guys&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah talking about&lt;br /&gt;It looks void&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we lie&lt;br /&gt;So you can&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself that&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is...&lt;br /&gt;(This is just a waste of time! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tongue and cheek&lt;br /&gt;I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Can't you please&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;Well let's do something different&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;(Can you taste it yet? Can you taste it yet? )&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;Well let's do something different&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;(Can you taste it yet? Can you taste it yet? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Here's some words&lt;br /&gt;Write down&lt;br /&gt;To give to you so you know what you've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue and cheek&lt;br /&gt;I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;(I'm naive)&lt;br /&gt;Can't you please&lt;br /&gt;(Please)&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;Well let's do something different&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;(I've got your courage...)&lt;br /&gt;Let's do something different&lt;br /&gt;(I've got your courage... Just the same song)&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same old song we're singing&lt;br /&gt;On and on, just the same&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same old song we're singing&lt;br /&gt;On and on, just the same&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same old song we're singing&lt;br /&gt;On and on, just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same old song we're singing&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;(On and on)&lt;br /&gt;Just the same&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/8143568487684546205-6409422633288959033?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6409422633288959033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6409422633288959033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-like-it-rough.html' title='This Turbelence Is Beautiful'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2985748954942454680</id><published>2010-06-01T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:21:44.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you me at six'/><title type='text'>Taste - You me at six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I'm watching you from a room with a view&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, get some clues, your next source, your next move&lt;br /&gt;We will watch, we will talk, we will talk x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on you're knees, we can settle these debts in the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;With some melodies.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your lips was a subtle hint, that you've been jumping ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't more than you were expecting, wasn't more than you need&lt;br /&gt;A sober safe bed keeps your head clear&lt;br /&gt;And you know the rest &lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not the one you call when you are alone &lt;br /&gt;And everybody else has their own verse and&lt;br /&gt;You have your own song, your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on you're knees, we can settle these debts in the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;With some melodies.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your lips was a subtle hint, that you've been jumping ship x4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;             gE('songlyrics').innerHTML = gE('songlyrics_h').innerHTML; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/S0ifrxT-kdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4PBqX8XESjM/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424761325488083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un amor qe siemrpe exisitio y seguira exisitiendo (L)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      5/01/10      Te amo mas qe a nadieeso lo sabes mas qe bien :L Tu eres ese niño con el qe sueño cada noche cada tarde con mis ojos abiertos al qe me imagino asiendo mio :$ a qe imagino amandome una noche entera, al qe deseo tanto, con el qe qiero estar toda la vida, porqe tu eres qien me embrujo, tu eres aquel por el cual nunca e dejado de pensar, lejos eres el hombre mas importante :$ hace mucho qe qeremos estar juntos, y se qe lo qe mas deseas es eso :$ y tu crees q no tengo el suficiente interes te eqivcas te amo tanto i mas como tu ami :$Somos el uno para el otro :Ñ segados por este amor lejano :Lpor este incondicionable sentimiente qe se concreta mas con el tiempo, nuestro compromiso esta sellado, y se qe me haras feliz al iwal qe yo a ti, me veo contigo de la mano caminando por la arena entremedio de la rocas del mar mirando la puesta de sol qe hace brillar nuestros ojos mientras nos miramos sabiendo qe nos amamos y estamos enamorados, confio en ti y como tu debes confar en mi, solo ojos para ti. En este gran mundo qe nos rodea solo estas tu y yo, girando todo a nuestro alrededor, con esa hermosa voz diendo : te amo, y tu a mi?. Lo se la otra voz diria mas qe estrellas ai en el cielo.... serandos años mi vida, en qe nuestra primerapalabra se cruzo y nos iso tan grandes amigos en la cual nos confundimos y tratams de evitarlo per ono se pudo, me confesé ! y tu al iwal, tratamos de ocultar tales fantasias pero al final qien no mas las deseaba? tu sabes qe te deseo en cuerpo y alma :$ qe qieor estar contigo como tu conmigo :$ qe nacimos para asernos feliz juntos como a debido y será ! te amo cosita rica :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juntaremos luego nuestras vidas, ni la distancia lo impedirá como ya lo ha hecho con relaciones pasadas de cada uno, lo nuestro es el presente y futuro, el qe onvertira de todo de color de rosa i seremos felices hasta el fin de nuestras vidas :$ te amo cosita presiosa :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu  B3rrry por dios :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Demasreconoces una estrofa de aerosmith *_* te amo (L) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-4623400890706612024?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4623400890706612024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4623400890706612024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-amor-qe-siemrpe-exisitio-y-seguira.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/S0ifrxT-kdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4PBqX8XESjM/s72-c/IMG_1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2583782643134763879</id><published>2010-01-03T21:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:33:31.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You me At six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jealous Minds Think Alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now is a good time to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;The pedigree I carry will swallow you&lt;br /&gt;But I am not what you are&lt;br /&gt;i am flawless in every way&lt;br /&gt;Birdseye view&lt;br /&gt;And i'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sight for sore sore eyes and a headache for the weakest of minds&lt;br /&gt;You got the boys the boys all tongue tied but I know you're wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can the ghost in my hall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the smile I don't want&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the distance in between&lt;br /&gt;You can be everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You will be the girl I don't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just imagine what I thought when I opened up that door&lt;br /&gt;it was a million things to one&lt;br /&gt;Oh just imagine what they'll think&lt;br /&gt;When they see me lead you north&lt;br /&gt;hell, they'll be loosing sleep&lt;br /&gt;You're so wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can the ghost in my hall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the smile I don't want&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the distance in between&lt;br /&gt;You can be everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You will be the girl I don't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;So wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be ghost in my hall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the smile I don't want&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the fly on your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be ghost in my hall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the smile I don't want&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;You can be the distance in between&lt;br /&gt;You can be everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You will be the girl I don't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous minds think alike&lt;br /&gt;your a dent in time,&lt;br /&gt;wasting all my time&lt;br /&gt;You are In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous minds think alike&lt;br /&gt;your a dent in time,&lt;br /&gt;wasting all my time&lt;br /&gt;You are In Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-2583782643134763879?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Dreams</title><content type='html'>It was on our wedding day,&lt;br /&gt;when my heart began to stray.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd make such a big mistake,&lt;br /&gt;throw my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone days without food,&lt;br /&gt;I've went weeks without sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this in.&lt;br /&gt;I've got cuts that can't close,&lt;br /&gt;I've got wounds that won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shattered and wrecked,&lt;br /&gt;my hands covered in blood..&lt;br /&gt;scars are my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to feel,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm weak with deceit.&lt;br /&gt;My skin is paper thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get through this.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' it, keepin' it, holdin' it in.&lt;br /&gt;We go through this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go years without tears in a life with no fears,&lt;br /&gt;a life without you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm breaking my back as I cover my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;My skin is paper thin..&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get through this.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' it, keepin' it, holdin' it in.&lt;br /&gt;We go through this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone days without food,&lt;br /&gt;I've went weeks without sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this in.&lt;br /&gt;I've got cuts that can't close,&lt;br /&gt;I've got wounds that won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My American dream wasn't ...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get through this.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' it, keepin' it, holdin' it in.&lt;br /&gt;We go through this over and over again. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a test,&lt;br /&gt;this was all for real. (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-6524029112504332691?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6524029112504332691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6524029112504332691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/estoy-triste-porqe-quisas-he-cometido.html' title='Silverstein - American Dreams'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-4858859083479676017</id><published>2009-12-14T15:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:38:02.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t0s_T85BHmE/SUvZZGGEk7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/EcETkGeZGVc/S226/Logo+Roble.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t0s_T85BHmE/SUvZZGGEk7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/EcETkGeZGVc/S226/Logo+Roble.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Me Matricularán en este colegio ^^ faldita verde qe cooools *_* ! porfin un colegio con arboles xd i no una carcel xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/comic-friends-friends-friends.html' title='Comic, Friends Friends Friends'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sxhw9whWu1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/JJF-gajck3k/s72-c/IMG_0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2341611033667170945</id><published>2009-12-03T23:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:06:12.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis Mccoy - One at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/travis-mccoy-one-at-time.html' title='Travis Mccoy - One at a time'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SxhuYZNwQpI/AAAAAAAAANw/Zj4fdeH1AyQ/s72-c/IMG_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8526179695562337270</id><published>2009-11-27T21:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:49:27.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silverstein'/><title type='text'>Apologize - Silverstein</title><content type='html'>IM HOLDING ON YOUR ROPE,&lt;br /&gt;GOT ME TEN FEET OFF THE GROUND&lt;br /&gt;IM HEARIN WHAT YOU SAY BUT I JUST CANT MAKE A SOUND&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME THAT YOU NEED ME&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU GO AND CUT ME DOWN, BUT WAIT&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME THAT YOURE SORRY&lt;br /&gt;DIDNT THINK ID TURN AROUND, AND SAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;I SAID ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID TAKE ANOTHER CHANCE, TAKE A FALL&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A SHOT FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED YOU LIKE A HEART NEEDS A BEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS NOTHIN NEW&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED YOU WITH A FIRE RED-&lt;br /&gt;NOW ITS TURNING BLUE, AND YOU SAY...&lt;br /&gt;"SORRY" LIKE THE ANGEL HEAVEN LET ME THINK WAS YOU&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM AFRAID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;I SAID ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE (GUITAR/PIANO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;I SAID ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I SAID ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, YEAH-&lt;br /&gt;IM HOLDIN ON YOUR ROPE, GOT ME TEN FEET OFF THE GROUND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8526179695562337270?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8526179695562337270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8526179695562337270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-pecas-pagas.html' title='Apologize - Silverstein'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-3144793950591995771</id><published>2009-11-13T22:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:09:43.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SFDK El trono de este Rey</title><content type='html'>( Zatu)&lt;br /&gt;El trono de este rey se llama roca&lt;br /&gt;no importa si tu vena es hueca&lt;br /&gt;te matara el cancer de uretra&lt;br /&gt;y si no la coca a la que te sometas&lt;br /&gt;a la mujer planeta esa que tiene rabo y teta&lt;br /&gt;y vende faloca en un piso franco&lt;br /&gt;tus hazañas siempre van al blanco&lt;br /&gt;proxima mision atraco al estanco&lt;br /&gt;uve doble i efe ele i griega&lt;br /&gt;wifly siempre sabe a lo que juega&lt;br /&gt;y la moneda cae de cambio&lt;br /&gt;nos situamos&lt;br /&gt;en la pantalla de los pantanos&lt;br /&gt;pisando blando&lt;br /&gt;SFDK 2003 odisea en el fango&lt;br /&gt;no se que coño esteis tramando&lt;br /&gt;solo se que malgastais el tiempo interactuando&lt;br /&gt;zona bruta quiebra&lt;br /&gt;SFDK entra en guerra&lt;br /&gt;por terra&lt;br /&gt;underground culebras&lt;br /&gt;siguen bajo tierra&lt;br /&gt;se alumbran con linternas&lt;br /&gt;en esta caverna&lt;br /&gt;no me siento las piernas&lt;br /&gt;pero la polla la tengo tierna&lt;br /&gt;NIÑO se tipico te deseo mucha jenga&lt;br /&gt;tu pa mi no eres mas que un monton de enka&lt;br /&gt;pon lo en rec men que tengo una letra escondia&lt;br /&gt;y los que hablaron de guerra fria&lt;br /&gt;se quedaron con la cara partia&lt;br /&gt;melancolia&lt;br /&gt;cuantos besos te daria&lt;br /&gt;a sangre fria&lt;br /&gt;pero seria una utopia&lt;br /&gt;el diablo se esconde detras de una persona buena&lt;br /&gt;y te espia&lt;br /&gt;es mas dificil todavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hijo prodigo)&lt;br /&gt;yo estoy en el punto de mira&lt;br /&gt;hay una obsesion dentro de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;quiero comerle el coño a shakira&lt;br /&gt;al hijo prodigo no se le olvida&lt;br /&gt;respira&lt;br /&gt;soy el demonio y os vigila&lt;br /&gt;le pongo una bomba a la marina&lt;br /&gt;despabila&lt;br /&gt;mis labios saben a tequila&lt;br /&gt;conspira&lt;br /&gt;chupa mi polla y gira&lt;br /&gt;tengo un instinto homicida&lt;br /&gt;joder es un juego violo a tu amiga&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo un chandalavida&lt;br /&gt;en esta liga&lt;br /&gt;juego&lt;br /&gt;me muevo&lt;br /&gt;sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;ademas yo no puedo veros&lt;br /&gt;maricon no vez que estoy en celo&lt;br /&gt;no niego&lt;br /&gt;que quiero&lt;br /&gt;que se muera&lt;br /&gt;la chupa pollas&lt;br /&gt;de cristina aguilera&lt;br /&gt;mi lengua se acelera&lt;br /&gt;zatu y yo somos viboras voraces desesperas&lt;br /&gt;tu que coño haces coopera&lt;br /&gt;no me vendo por dos monedas&lt;br /&gt;el tonto con la ostia se queda&lt;br /&gt;esto es cena tu sol esquiva&lt;br /&gt;se abre la veda&lt;br /&gt;que mas deriba&lt;br /&gt;mi saliva&lt;br /&gt;se siente viva&lt;br /&gt;tengo mirada lastima&lt;br /&gt;y frases sugerentes oye tu pipa&lt;br /&gt;me oculto entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;y urgente&lt;br /&gt;rapido busco un agente&lt;br /&gt;en climas calidos estoy enfrente&lt;br /&gt;con mi lenguaje arido&lt;br /&gt;te siento palido&lt;br /&gt;tu el chico escualido&lt;br /&gt;y yo porsupuesto&lt;br /&gt;el hombre satiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(zatu)&lt;br /&gt;entre convulsion y convulsion el boligrafo&lt;br /&gt;empieza a escribir solo&lt;br /&gt;zatu y ponce vivi en tu loro&lt;br /&gt;clavandote el codo&lt;br /&gt;asi te alo asi te (ssssssss)&lt;br /&gt;te pego con los tite a la silla&lt;br /&gt;zatu repite estos versos desde sevilla city&lt;br /&gt;es que paresco un titere&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente paresco un titere&lt;br /&gt;lloro cada mañana pero sobrevivire&lt;br /&gt;me miro en el espejo y el otro yo me hace mimica&lt;br /&gt;alquimia&lt;br /&gt;sobre una base ritmica&lt;br /&gt;en sidinia&lt;br /&gt;estoy ante el nuevo consejo de veteranos y ellos me asignan&lt;br /&gt;una mision que me parese indigna&lt;br /&gt;es quemar pino y montano y que no quede na'a&lt;br /&gt;hasta donde vive el alexis&lt;br /&gt;y despues sacar mi tesis&lt;br /&gt;el mundo esta enfermo&lt;br /&gt;el olor a petroleo es insoportable en este termo&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo yace yermo&lt;br /&gt;por mi amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;de escupirle mierda a los microfonos&lt;br /&gt;y tu sigues pendiente del sonido del telefono&lt;br /&gt;soñais con el evano&lt;br /&gt;pero te vas a cagar con la que se va a montar en el mismo sitio&lt;br /&gt;donde estaba el tabano&lt;br /&gt;si se te escapa tapalo&lt;br /&gt;que hay muchos capalos&lt;br /&gt;siempre fuertes no&lt;br /&gt;mc chupale hondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hijo prodigo)&lt;br /&gt;me criticais en san pedro&lt;br /&gt;venga mongolo&lt;br /&gt;disparos quiebro&lt;br /&gt;la instrumental es el cerebro&lt;br /&gt;te cagas&lt;br /&gt;no me paran las balas&lt;br /&gt;esto es el principio de una saga&lt;br /&gt;aogado en el ebro&lt;br /&gt;del mar negro&lt;br /&gt;apaga&lt;br /&gt;si no la llevais clara&lt;br /&gt;tu hijo se compra ropa en zara&lt;br /&gt;canijo cara&lt;br /&gt;tu hijo odia a tamara&lt;br /&gt;te doy mi prefijo&lt;br /&gt;mira soy como don hidalgo&lt;br /&gt;lo sol y vomito&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro un charco&lt;br /&gt;esto es ilegal como uno al hijo&lt;br /&gt;os odias el arcangel me lo dijo&lt;br /&gt;estoy harto&lt;br /&gt;nos dais el salto&lt;br /&gt;llevando a los que preciben en el palco&lt;br /&gt;me desmarco&lt;br /&gt;tengo una vision&lt;br /&gt;me perseguia la inquisicion&lt;br /&gt;con cruses flechas y arcos&lt;br /&gt;tengo una vision en estas fechas&lt;br /&gt;es joderos de izquierda a derecha&lt;br /&gt;traigo la epidemia a tu cosecha&lt;br /&gt;tu mujer es idiota&lt;br /&gt;y es temia&lt;br /&gt;malditasea&lt;br /&gt;me cago en ella&lt;br /&gt;yo se que tu grupo me desea&lt;br /&gt;sube la marea&lt;br /&gt;y me desago&lt;br /&gt;en el lago&lt;br /&gt;me miras el nabo y jadeas&lt;br /&gt;que no hay quien se lo crea&lt;br /&gt;que la mejor persona es la mas fea&lt;br /&gt;besa la lona&lt;br /&gt;que yo eso lo grabo&lt;br /&gt;mientras tu lloras en el lavabo&lt;br /&gt;maricon se que bebes mi sabo&lt;br /&gt;represento un problema&lt;br /&gt;se escapa&lt;br /&gt;y busco una salida&lt;br /&gt;nena esto es flama y llema&lt;br /&gt;ante la muerte&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrrie&lt;br /&gt;pidele a dios de clema del demonio no te fies&lt;br /&gt;la vida&lt;br /&gt;es un viaje de iras&lt;br /&gt;zatu y ponce lenguas prohibidas&lt;br /&gt;x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-3144793950591995771?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8272193392920019034?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8272193392920019034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8272193392920019034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8046250586663359469</id><published>2009-11-07T15:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:04:10.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GReat Dj  . the ting tings</title><content type='html'>Fed up with your indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;Swallow words one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Your folks got high a quarter to five.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you feel your growing up undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the local DJ.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had some songs to play.&lt;br /&gt;What went down from this fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;Gave hope and a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the girls,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums,&lt;br /&gt;the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was the same again.&lt;br /&gt;All about where and when.&lt;br /&gt;Blowing our minds in our lives unkind.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the bpl.&lt;br /&gt;When the smoke was all baton&lt;br /&gt;Remember how this all begun.&lt;br /&gt;We wore his love like a hand in a glove.&lt;br /&gt;Where the future plays it all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the girls,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the strings,&lt;br /&gt;Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.&lt;br /&gt;And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8046250586663359469?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8046250586663359469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8046250586663359469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hour-hot-3.html' title='GReat 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Maria Jesus Sepulveda Oe :$ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaahah &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/4aarrgh"&gt;La B3rry te ama *_* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-3757961574861615386?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3757961574861615386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3757961574861615386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-ti-feer.html' title='Para ti Feer *_*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sr_L1VT6OPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/q7yekmHAssc/s72-c/IMG_8136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2641052394715083629</id><published>2009-09-27T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:19:05.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>' SCREAM FOR MY ICE CREAM ' - BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mp3boo.com/cover-album/ExtendedPlayBloodOnTheDanceFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.mp3boo.com/cover-album/ExtendedPlayBloodOnTheDanceFloor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;O!O!O! She yo birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;shake it like licked me like I'm ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;dipping with my dipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;we be drinking up the liquour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;party like its an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;melting like an ice cream cone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;going for her danger zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;go and suck my lollipop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;sugar sweet cherry topped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;fur shure fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;to legit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;hot spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;twirk it bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;strip it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;work it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;fill your cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;O to the M to the Geeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sticky messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;taste my treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But I Love It When You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tell me all your dirty dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;well show me what's your fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DRINK TILL WE GET RETARDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;She licked me like I'm icecreammmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HA!HA!HA! What the fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you know that we do it ruff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;move your feet to the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;with this shit this songs complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;move that body super sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;always like an ice cream treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Got a monster in my pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and if you ever get the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;gunna cram it down your throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;watch you gasp for air &amp;amp; choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm gunna jizz all in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm gunna wreck this fucking place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pull my hair smash the chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;break the bed and give me hed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tell me all your dirty dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;well show me what's your fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DRINK TILL WE GET RETARDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;She licked me like I'm icecreammmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You can taste my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;we can be a sweet team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tell me all your dirty dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;scream for my ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;well show me what's your fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DRINK TILL WE GET RETARDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;She licked me like I'm icecreammmmmmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-2641052394715083629?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2641052394715083629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2641052394715083629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/scream-for-my-ice-cream-blood-on-dance.html' title='&apos; SCREAM FOR MY ICE CREAM &apos; - BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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 style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Taste it in our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Stranger in this lonely town&lt;br /&gt;Save me from my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;You told me it'd be ok&lt;br /&gt;Trusting you to hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now fate is pulling me away, from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if i leave you now&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even if i'm not around&lt;br /&gt;I wont give in&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up&lt;br /&gt;On this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've become a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sick to even think&lt;br /&gt;Of mornings waking up alone&lt;br /&gt;Searching for you in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;Don't fade&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just close the door&lt;br /&gt;On this love&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt anything like this before&lt;br /&gt;Like this love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth no matter what we're going through&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold on too cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i leave you now&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even if i'm not around&lt;br /&gt;I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Puedo ver en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de nuestro primer beso&lt;br /&gt;Extraño en esta solitaria ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Sálvame desde mi vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Usted tomó mi mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Tú me contaste que estaba bien&lt;br /&gt;Confiando en que tenías mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el destino esta arrastrándome hacia otra parte desde ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te marches ahora&lt;br /&gt;Y rompas mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Aunque yo no este allí&lt;br /&gt;No daré&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar levantada&lt;br /&gt;Oh, este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverás a ser una pieza de mí&lt;br /&gt;Haciéndome enfermar regularmente&lt;br /&gt;De mañana caminaré sola&lt;br /&gt;Buscándote en mis sabanas&lt;br /&gt;No te desvanezcas&lt;br /&gt;Hacia otra parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo cerrar la puerta&lt;br /&gt;Oh este amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca sentí nada de gusto antes&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta este amor&lt;br /&gt;Dime la verdad no el mal que viene durante&lt;br /&gt;Si tú sigues también yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1724650487289499617?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1724650487289499617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1724650487289499617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-love-8-tema-cuando-me-llama-la.html' title='This love (8) Tema cuando me llama la tiqa :$'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Srgv1iNyL_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/IhpVa1B493M/s72-c/35+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2837010185592893856</id><published>2009-09-21T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:06:23.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tik4 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SsTFaurKlAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R5Fb398ju_c/s1600-h/IMG_9220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SsTFaurKlAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R5Fb398ju_c/s200/IMG_9220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648117238305794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrito :domingo 20 de septiembre *_*&lt;br /&gt;Hay *_* nose po pero como qe soñe tantas cosas, y antes de dormirme pense aun mas cosas preciosas *_* qe ahora es todo tan distinto, no puedo creer qe me gustes tu, osea si, si lo creo, y no puedo parar de pensar en ti, y creo qe no te vere e toda esta semana asta el finde y me da pena, pero hay fui muy tonta ayer porque no te bese ): me dio la weaita porque cuando tu te subiste a la micro me apoye en el pilar del paradero y ai qede como : Berry tonta dejaste qe se fuera ): la verdad te qeria besar todo el puto dia, pero ai nose soy tan tontita ): te qiero Kashay muchomucho *_* y siento qe al no aver atinao el sabado siento qe perdi un pokito de ti ): y tengo miedito ): qe tu ya sabi qe me gustay y por fin me gustay porque cuando estabay detrás mio :/ yo nopo :S iwal nose era raro pami ; porque esto es totalmente distinto a todo :L y me encnta, y por mi te sicopatearia todo el puto dia pero se me acabo la plata en el celular y y por mi te mandaria 10mil sms todos los diaaas ; a cada hora, weno nio tantos prqe escribo mil lento u.u te qiero y no se ya me da lo mismo la puta gente qe nos mira iwal la mea desubicaita en la calle pero iwal si te iero tanto y nose qiero verte, mañana nise todos los dias pero no qiero qe faltes al colegio, pero nose hay qe rabia porque teni qe ir en la tarde po ): qiero verteeeee y qiero ser tu dueña grrr xd .&lt;br /&gt;Qe iwal rosé tus labios y fue como aai no no qiero rosarlos qiero besarlos :$ aaay porque ): siento qe qiero verte todos los dias, y tomarte de la mano mientras caminamos *_* mirarte y luego besarte y decirte qe te qiero mucho y se qe ase no mucho terminaste y qe todavía qeda algo ahí, y qe tbm teni qe aproveshar tu solteria :z pero hay nose po *_* no digo qe tengamos algo serio, pero onda qe seamos algo piola kasai creo :/ iwsal solo yo qiero estar contigo i besarte niuna mina mas :Q enserio qe desde qe tebese el lunes como qe tu nomas me importai *-* y no estoy ni ai con comerme a nadie mas :/ y onda em es raro porque como qe lo qe comenze a sentir por ti fue tan rapido :/ y omo qe todo habiacambiado el jueves en santiago, y me pregunte porque tenia qe sentir algo asi porti, si valia la pena, senti tbm qe no devia porque si no te lo mereci, y la verdad no puedo dejar de sentirlo ay shanshita qiero qe seas mia u.u . Qe todos estos dia e estado preocupa, porque deverdad qiero volver a gustarte, y no qiero qe tomes esto como un juego, porque ayer cuando me miraste i no te qise besar fue como nose, iwal no qiero qe me vea rorro porque me da werwenza :X ! hay espero qe nos veamos luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-2837010185592893856?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2837010185592893856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2837010185592893856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiq.html' title='Tik4 &lt;3'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SsTFaurKlAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R5Fb398ju_c/s72-c/IMG_9220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-4256051046289308905</id><published>2009-09-12T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:48:46.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sqxrk5TMi6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GtYSlIVxsF8/s1600-h/IMG_8866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sqxrk5TMi6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GtYSlIVxsF8/s400/IMG_8866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380793936401697698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaawr *_* hoy wn ! Me levante i vi Hannah montana *_* y solo qeia qe fueran las 4 :) pa ir a meli y estar contigo :D ! yaaaya la cosa qe me fui muy temprano porqe tu me dijiste qe odiabas a los imputuales, llegue a las 3.40 y estuve en la plaza conn mi sawer de la mano, y tu solo la viste a ella xd la cosa esqe le dije qe tenia qe aser cosas,y me preguno con kien estaria i lle dije aun amiga xd, y despues me dijo con corito? y le dije no (A) xd la weona mentirosa yo xd ! y te vi po :) y onda llegue justito :D osea como 8 segundos antes joasjaos (A) de las 4.00 :L tu eri mil puntual*_* me carga esperar :L y paso un raitot y fuimos a comprar algo, yo qeria un nectar y tu me dijiste qe qerias un helado :Ly ya yo mas qe leseee no sabia e comprarme, cossa qe despues de qe nonos atendian porfin se avispo la tipa, y onda yo iva a pagar mi parte y dijiste, yo pago *_* qe amorsh ! i tu deciai qe los batidos son malos xd ! y cuando fuimos a la plaza nos sentamos solos y onda sete cayo la cushara ide paba se me callo la bombilla peroy los limpiamos con una servilleta, y yo la iperactiva no te paraba de morder el poleron y onda nos moriamos de frio y eso qe tabamos sentados al sol, qe la wea ni pegaba 88 ! y despues llego Marco y fuimos a comprar cigarros i nos qeamos un rato con el asta qe se consiguio una entra pa la wea de autitos shocones i ahi taban los demas xd ! y onda como los dos qeriamos aser pipi despues nos fuimos a falabella cosa qe tu ni conociai los baños de ahi xd cosa qe etaba lleno xd y espere un poco ahi sentada contigo! cosa qe no abia confort y te rogaba qe sacaras del baño de los hombres i no me pescaste y le pedi a la señora poco mas qe me pasara confort del baño de los Machos xd ! cosa qe yo te miraba con una cara cuando me secaba las manos conel secador xd y te obligue poco mas usar esosbaños porqe tabas qe te asias pipi, y mas qe leseaste te daba cosa xd !onda despues tomamos el asensor xd i nos dejo en el subterraneo otodo solo :Z (6) y nos sacamos dos fotitos *_* qe no te gustan i no se te ve en niuna el zeptum *_*y onda nunca llegaba el asensor D: te amo mucho toño *_* despues salimos i se te qito el frio y ami tbm, pero te dio sueño, y me lo pegate x3 y te decia ase tutito yo te cuido *_*y faltaba poco para irme, alfinal llegaron todos wn ! osea qe taban a la shusha y onda llega pablixo *_* i y despues yama mi mami *_* me dice qe me venga y le pides a pablo qe te acompañe a dejarme y el le dice a la gigi, total qe te salvaste xd ! Yo ni ahi si me ve alguien conocido xd pero sera xd ! te qiero mucho :) :O si te ai cuneta ni me abraaste hoy Grrr xd ! te qiero mucho tontito *_* nose taba fome el dia, pero en mniun momento me senti aburridaporqe me encanto pasar la tarde contigo *_* ahi mordiendote el hombro i el poleron ^^ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: TE DIJE QE SUBIRIA *_* TU TAI MAS QE PEGAO CON EL MEEEEEEEEEEEE, (SABIAI?) TE QIERO MUCHO AMIGOHIPERNUDISTA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-4256051046289308905?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4256051046289308905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4256051046289308905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/aaawr-hoy-wn-me-levante-i-vi-hannah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sqxrk5TMi6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/GtYSlIVxsF8/s72-c/IMG_8866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-500062973240047697</id><published>2009-09-06T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:45:16.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me arregle con mi mamy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SqRXk2FLTAI/AAAAAAAAAME/0Wp5yVVdDWQ/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SqRXk2FLTAI/AAAAAAAAAME/0Wp5yVVdDWQ/s400/DSC04389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378520145491348482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAWR *-* SI SABES QE TE AMO MUCHO, Y TU MENSITA QE TE PASAI MAS QE RYOS WN *-* NO IMPORTA, IWAL NO TENI QE QITARME EL NOTEBOOK EN LA SEMANA GRRR :) ELLA PO CARRETEANDO Y LLENDO AL CASIN, SI NO HUBIERA SIDO POR ESO NO ME SALVABA :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIOS LOS AMO (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ase dos dias &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME DA RABIA U.U ESQE COMO PODI SER TAN ORGULLOSA Y DESCONFIADA :/ QE COSA PENSAI QE SOY? ENSERIO, ME CARGAAAA CUANDO LAS COSAS SE PONEN ASI PO :/&lt;br /&gt;AHORA QE SOLO ME DEJES USAR EL NOTEBOOK PA ASER WEAS PAL COLE SOLO LOS FINDESEMANA, SE NOTA QE LO HACI PA QE ME QEDE EN LA CASA :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-500062973240047697?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/500062973240047697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/500062973240047697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-arregle-con-mi-mamy-3.html' title='Me arregle con mi mamy &lt;3'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SqRXk2FLTAI/AAAAAAAAAME/0Wp5yVVdDWQ/s72-c/DSC04389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2309033224807391839</id><published>2009-08-30T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:13:46.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Bcn &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SpoKVArrbII/AAAAAAAAAL8/10bXcvekKRA/s1600-h/IMG_8707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SpoKVArrbII/AAAAAAAAAL8/10bXcvekKRA/s400/IMG_8707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375620461296839810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose; apesar de las tonteras qe cometo, hoy fue bcn ! osea *_* alfinal me qitaron el castigo y fui a mely y pase ala casa de pablixo a buscarlo a el y a Rorro *_* y le cortaron y le tiñeron  el pelito y taba todo enojado, y me puse triste u.u despues fuimos y le costo pa qe se le qitara *_* de hay estuve con rorro asiendo hora *_* fuimos a la wisso i bailamos *_* despues nos sentamos en la plaza super lejos de todos *_*  y mas qe lo weaba diciendo : aaay qiero ver al toño :X DESPUES FUIMOS A VER A LA MACCA, y salude a algunos nomas, tevi pero tu no :S ya despues fuimos a comprar con la yiyi ! y tenia pizza y nos devoramos la pizza con el Rorro *_* de ahi fuimos a llamar a Pablo ! de llegaba mas tarde *_* despues volvimos a la plaza, el Rorro se fue con la macca por ahi y la jaby, y yo me qede ahi ._. pero despues llego Toño *_* y se sento al lado mio y nose es un amor *_* es tan bcn el :O ! despues el me acompaño a la tienda ; y justo mi tia se iva, llegamos justo ! de ahi fuimos caminando *_* y llegamos a silvachavez ! de ahi estuvimos un ratito, nos tomamos las manitos porqe taban congeladas *_* y tenias mucho frio *_*¨de ahi te toce tu narizita *_* y es hermosa *_* de ahi ablamos y llego mi micr y fui corirendo contigo de la manito *_* y ya despues nos depedimos :Z y chocamos *_* jaajajj fue sersy si :$ y qede con cositas en la wata :$ y onda qeria puro llegar a mi casa pa ablar por mcn contigo po :Z :X ! y iva a vuscarte apenas se abrio, y te vi altiro y vi tu subnick cuando tbm qeria poner algo : y tu teniai : Lo ultimo fue lo mejor (L) y yo tengo : Sí, loultim fue lo mejor :$ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qe se repita sipo :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-2309033224807391839?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2309033224807391839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2309033224807391839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-bcn-3.html' title='Dia Bcn &lt;3'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SpoKVArrbII/AAAAAAAAAL8/10bXcvekKRA/s72-c/IMG_8707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5047885487670168990</id><published>2009-08-19T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:06:30.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SoyFcKPrLqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7SqELO9kcq4/s1600-h/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SoyFcKPrLqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7SqELO9kcq4/s320/IMG_7891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371815174379089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ME SIENTO CON ANIMOS, SON ESAS HERIDAS QE SE CIERRAN NO COMPLETAMENTE, CREEMOS AVERLAS OLVIDADO, PERO NO ES ASI, QEDA ESA MARCA QE TE RECUERDA CADA MOMENTO,QE TE DOLIO (I)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; NO TENGO NADA QE ME HAGA OLVIDARLO, NISIQUIERA ALGO QUE ME DISTRAGIA,&lt;br /&gt;QIEN ME QIERE DISTRAER :$ JSOASJOA NO BROMA !&lt;br /&gt;Aunqe hoy qise ver a alguien y vi a esa persona pero no qede con buena sensacion xd !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5047885487670168990?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5047885487670168990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5047885487670168990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-me-siento-con-animos-son-esas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SoyFcKPrLqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7SqELO9kcq4/s72-c/IMG_7891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-561897776987631203</id><published>2009-08-07T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:24:53.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Una amistad perfecta, imposible.</title><content type='html'>No existen los amigos perfectos, no hay duda de eso, cada amigo te deja votado por sus propias cosas, es normal y cuando los nesecitas casi nunca estan, siempre uno tiene qe llenar el vacio con otros porqe nunca uno va a dar su todoo, con uno solo no se llena :/ y si te das cuenta los demas son pura mierda, wnes con los qe pierdes tu valioso tiepo tratando de desahogarte, pasarlo bien un rato o algo asi, pero uno esta perdiendo tiempo con las personas qe ama, porqe ellos dan tiempo a personas qe no valen la pena, en vez de dartelo a tí. Hay veces qe uno no se siente con ánimo de acompañar en algunas sircunstacias a un amigo, y por eso mismo no me considero una verdadera amiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-561897776987631203?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/561897776987631203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/561897776987631203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-amistad-perfecta-imposible.html' title='Una amistad perfecta, imposible.'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8748808406028449411</id><published>2009-08-04T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:48:40.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Ivansho, Fri3nd *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnjWkguE9iI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVPXiRA46X0/s1600-h/IMG_8186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnjWkguE9iI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVPXiRA46X0/s320/IMG_8186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274878758778402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnjWkS00vfI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z3bigFJQndY/s1600-h/IMG_8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnjWkS00vfI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z3bigFJQndY/s320/IMG_8180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274875028979186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwr *-* en este momento eri uno de los qe mas amo Cariño *-* jajaaj tu saby porqete digo asi, ya qe no te gusta qe te diga wn :) te amo mucho ; no se en este presiso instante eres el wn mas qerido por mi *-* nosenose ! pero ultimamente has sido alguien demaciad especial *-* como un angelito *-* te amomucho amigoo enserio :L el viernes qiero verte junto a mi mejorcito mas antiguito, mi primer mejor amigo (L) el aureihopa*-* aaaawr *-* tengo qe verte osino me morire u.u (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8748808406028449411?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8748808406028449411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8748808406028449411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-ivansho-fri3nd.html' title='I Love Ivansho, Fri3nd *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnjWkguE9iI/AAAAAAAAALs/yVPXiRA46X0/s72-c/IMG_8186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-3777199530679618497</id><published>2009-08-02T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:36:43.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnX4sCYYltI/AAAAAAAAALM/H5TLhjvYReM/s1600-h/Picture0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnX4sCYYltI/AAAAAAAAALM/H5TLhjvYReM/s200/Picture0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365467966518892242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo teniendo estos malditos sueños qe me muestran las cosas qe nunca imaginaria, siempre con personas qe eh stado o personas qe aun me gustan, esta vez es algo lógico cashai y bueno importante es pero era de esperarse, pero siempre son cosas qe no qiero, lo importante esqe todo en mi esta bien, y aunqe tenga algo de penita, se pasara, estoy tranqila, y seguire adelante, pero no puedo esconderlo te quiero :) y no es como piensas nose , es un cariño, por qe se como son las cosas, te quiero, pasaste a ser especial para mí, y veo las cosas mucho mas lindas qe tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-3777199530679618497?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3777199530679618497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3777199530679618497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigo-teniendo-estos-malditos-suenos-qe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnX4sCYYltI/AAAAAAAAALM/H5TLhjvYReM/s72-c/Picture0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-6588331915009669901</id><published>2009-07-31T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:30:24.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Debo Poner los Pies en La Tierra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnN904Sm7SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tdNMT4ChNWc/s1600-h/como-se-aprende-a-olvidar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnN904Sm7SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tdNMT4ChNWc/s400/como-se-aprende-a-olvidar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364769928545496354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso me falta, porqe sueño con cosas qe no se pueden cumplir, porqe la verdad esqe vivo en un mundo qe pienso qe es de rosa y qe esta aya en las nubes *-* pero derrepente me caigo de ella i me doy cuenta qe nada de lo qe qeria es posible de realizar :) Y solo por esoesqe me siento aveces vacia, porqe lso sueños son para cumplirse pero los mios son demaciado fantasticos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo tratar de poner los pies en la tierra y qerer cosas qe esten al alcanse mio, y cosas qe no sean provenientes de un cuento de hadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-6588331915009669901?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6588331915009669901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6588331915009669901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/debo-poner-los-pies-en-la-tierra.html' title='Debo Poner los Pies en La Tierra...'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnN904Sm7SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tdNMT4ChNWc/s72-c/como-se-aprende-a-olvidar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-6642253511087169242</id><published>2009-07-28T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:39:13.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnOALwAQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/gI7MdPQ4WVU/s1600-h/sss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnOALwAQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/gI7MdPQ4WVU/s200/sss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364772520481324866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnOALl3EQhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/38grHpwD69s/s1600-h/IMG_7879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnOALl3EQhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/38grHpwD69s/s200/IMG_7879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364772517758386706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maldita distancia, malditos sentimientos u.u maldita herida y dolor qe qeda despues de una desilucion (U) No qiero saber mas, osea de ti si, lo qe mas pueda, TODAVIA NO APRENDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No aprendo a ser mas fria, y menos enamoradisa u.u&lt;br /&gt;Fue lindo esos dias, fueron los mas lindos, te conoci, y me di cuenta qe eres como la persona  qe busco, si no se puede u.u&lt;br /&gt;Lo peor esqe no te qiero dejar de qerer :L nunqita, a ya no me amargare u.u !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-6642253511087169242?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6642253511087169242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6642253511087169242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/maldita-distancia-malditos-sentimientos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SnOALwAQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/gI7MdPQ4WVU/s72-c/sss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1929033554080337229</id><published>2009-07-28T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:22:28.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm-WOvQHbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-1XHwiH1Odc/s1600-h/IMG_7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm-WOvQHbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-1XHwiH1Odc/s320/IMG_7890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363670861167946898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he parado de sentir esto...&lt;br /&gt;Dolor que crece segundo tras segundo,&lt;br /&gt;dias completos, cada dia que pasa,&lt;br /&gt;Un miedo que avanza a pasos agigantados,&lt;br /&gt;eso me transforma desde una persona de vida alegre a&lt;br /&gt;una vida gris y vacía, porque !?, verle el lado medio vacío , en vez de ver el lado medio lleno¿?&lt;br /&gt;, que así todo habria de funcionar alegremente hasta llegar a olvidar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mucho mas de un año no supe lo que realmente era esa otra personita mas en mi vida, la cual nunca pense que se transformaria actualmente en la unica, tan unica y especial para mí, que estando conmigo me hace tan feliz, y podria hacerme la persona mas triste estar alejada de el u.u, miles e opciones tiene él, pero solo una que me llenaria toda la vida de felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qedate aquí conmigo {L}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La distancia no es un obstaculo para el verdadro amor, pero transforma en algo casi imposible para algo que nacio recien y empieza a crecer, pero no lo es 100%, PERO LA SEGURIDAD QUE ENGO EN LO QE SIENTO POR TI, que haria todo todo para qe lo nuestro nunca se desvanesca, ese cariño, ese todo *.* quiero seguri qeriendote, estrañarte, pensar todo el dia en ti y tenerte tan adentro e mi corazon; :$ si no es molesto para ti por supuesto, Tu miras de otra manera esto, algo qe no te compromete en lo absoluto, y vives tranqilo, que no siempre me extrañas, y no piensas tanto en mi como yo en tí, pero estoy segura de que me quisiste y mucho &lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt; y... espero qe sigas queriendo, y no me olvides nunca, que nos reencontremos, y todo sea igual de lindo como la primera vez qe estuvimos juntos y mucho mas &lt;b&gt;*-* :$&lt;/b&gt; Solo tengo miedo de como surjan las cosas *_*&lt;br /&gt;Perdon si no veo las cosas como tú, qe me lleno de miedo i de intrigas, esque sin qerer me enganshe tanto mas de lo qe podria controlar, y lo qe siento por ti se me fue de las manitos, :$&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño amor {L} estoy segura de que me gustas lo suficiente para que este tiempo qe falta para vernos solo tu estes en mi corazon (L) Date cuentita que realmente lo digo con la mayor siceridad, y ninguna duda de eso :) , y no como las otras veces qe pasaba qe al final no iva, porqe me di cuenta de lo qe hay en concepcion, y en este corazoncito *-* Una personita hermosa :$ rico y nose :$ aaawr :$ &lt;b&gt;Te qiero :$&lt;/b&gt; eres lo mejorcito :$ te juro, enserio :L yo te lo dije una noche :Ñ un sabado, nuestra ultima noche juntos :$  te adoro :$&lt;br /&gt;Creo en todo lo qe paso :) cada palabrita qe sabio de esa dulce boqita :$ porqe tumiradita era tan convinsente :Ñ&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Cada palabrita escrita fue cuando estaba en el colegio, en un cuarderno, llamé a mi mama para qe me fuera a ver, esqe no tengo ni ganas de seguir viviendo si no es allá ! :C solo qiero estar enel paraiso qe conoci ase casi 2 semanas *-*en el ual estuve 10 meses y qe disfrute al maximo 8 :Ñ gracias por qererme, gracias por despertar y darte cuenta de todo, ese lunes *-* ya qe sino fuera asi, nada de lo lindo qe pasó, existiria, yo tambien te quiero, y mucho mas &lt;b&gt;dospuntossignopeso :$&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El paraiso no es tan deseado y anhelado cuando aun no lo conoces, qe cuando lo conociste si supiste realmente lo bueno y lindo qe es :$ (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsjasjajsjsjjjjj *-* rayo la papita :L aaag x3 !&lt;br /&gt;Gritaria al mundo entero qe &lt;b&gt;TE QIEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeqieroteqieroteqiroReyDeLosMovimientosPelvicos :$&lt;br /&gt;sjaosjaosj no pude decir eso :|&lt;br /&gt;Porqe tu sabes qe bailas tan bien :E Me bailabas el temblekito :$ (L) de bien serqita :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ignacio&lt;/b&gt; Te quiero mas que a la misma vida (L)&lt;br /&gt;Si tu eres todo por lo qe me levanto y lucho con esste frio mortal, y sigo adelante, para volver a ti y verte *-* y entregarte todo el amor qe guardaré este mes con dos semanas *_*&lt;br /&gt;Eres precioso corazon :$ eres mi elixir de vida, como una bebida energetica con la qe sigo con la idea...&lt;br /&gt;Awr *-* no se qe decir para expresar lo qe qiero qe sepas ternurita :$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1929033554080337229?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1929033554080337229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1929033554080337229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-he-parado-de-sentir-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm-WOvQHbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-1XHwiH1Odc/s72-c/IMG_7890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1667886194065684134</id><published>2009-07-26T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:48:50.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm0HJ9n7AFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iJAc123Zz4c/s1600-h/IMG_7840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm0HJ9n7AFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iJAc123Zz4c/s320/IMG_7840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362950599010353234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor qe e conocido me paso hayá, te juro qe fue lo mejor aver conocido a personas tan lindas como la fernanda, la qashito Y TÚ. Nose hoy cuando me despedi de ti, te mire y no me aguante las lagrimas u.u ! y cuando llegaba al terminal el cesar me decia qe viniera en septiembre porqe staba llorando y no qeria irme u.u.&lt;br /&gt;te qiero y mucho mi amor (L) amé cuando estabamos ayer juntitos los dos asi reglaones, jamas habiamos estado tanto rato sentaditos asi tranqilitos ablando asjoasjo :E.&lt;br /&gt;Usha sera 1 mes imedio sin vernos u.u y tengo miedo qe no me sigas qeriendo como yo u.u t qieromucho (L)&lt;br /&gt;Puta x3 qiero estar con la qashito (L) y con la feeeer (L) si las ameee wn !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1667886194065684134?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1667886194065684134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1667886194065684134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-mejor-qe-e-conocido-me-paso-haya-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sm0HJ9n7AFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iJAc123Zz4c/s72-c/IMG_7840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7245296691528851028</id><published>2009-07-25T01:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:13:38.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Qashito ; Berry ; Feeernarnda *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmqUWD55YvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5CDWFSj8rw0/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmqUWD55YvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5CDWFSj8rw0/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362261413064172274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wou *-* hoy me levante a las 8.40 pa juntarme con estas dos webiadas *-* asi les dice tal personita (A) De ahi a las 10.04 llegue donde la Fernandys *O* y fui a su casa a dialogar con su madre :3 De ay no sabiamos tomar micro :G eso qe la feña vive aca wn :Z solo sabe caminando ; tonce asi perdimos caleta de tiempo xd ! despues; llegamos a las 10.50 y no encontrabamos a la Qashito *-* juro qe una vez nose vi a una mina como tu en un lugar como ese xd nose lo soñe qisas xd ! ya de ahy :3 dimos vueltas inos fuimos al subterraneo :E (exis persona se pico cuando le dije eso :A ) y ablabamos de los gays xd ! de ai nos sacamos cualker foto :3 ! a i grabamos a unos pendehos qe nose qe wea cantaban xd ! Nose ame estar con esas dos webiadas *-* son tan simpaticas wn *O* de hay nos fuimos con la feña a la casita xd caminamos caleta wn :G no sabiamos donde bajarnos xd ; sierto feña xd ? De ahy devi juntarme con exis personita :$ i tubo un rproblem,a y qedamos a las 5 de juntarnos al &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmqUHPEqlUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Fj3AQXSvfbY/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmqUHPEqlUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Fj3AQXSvfbY/s200/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362261158364091714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;final nos junta,os a las 6.15 y estubimos hasta las 9 :$ se nos helaban las manitos :$ hay en el patio :$ en los columpios :$ y tu me bailabai el tembleke :$ qe ery sexy wn*O* yo te miraba nomas me dava vergueza bailarte :$ y te despediste de La maria y la jesu sjoasjoa :$ y despues tuvimos los ulitimos muinutos asi todos regalones :3 tu ñauñau x3 :L ? teqieromucho bb :L no me qiero ir ; y ahy hoy te entregue la cartita (L) creo este sabado me voy y no el domingo :( en fin :/ wal nos veremos a las 12 :$ te qiero mucho ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-7245296691528851028?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7245296691528851028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7245296691528851028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/wou-hoy-me-levante-las-8.html' title='Qashito ; Berry ; Feeernarnda *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmqUWD55YvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5CDWFSj8rw0/s72-c/DSC00486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7712141658891076456</id><published>2009-07-23T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:03:13.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miw4 te amo ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac0ad3afc7677002" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac0ad3afc7677002%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78514B5ECAF0292D975F9D08C89397C1B51E7FAE.6C57687B97CD7BB1BF4B01B497749DC2B6693416%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac0ad3afc7677002%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8RL4xbWOmjqyNN8oG4vI2WDK7zc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac0ad3afc7677002%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78514B5ECAF0292D975F9D08C89397C1B51E7FAE.6C57687B97CD7BB1BF4B01B497749DC2B6693416%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac0ad3afc7677002%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8RL4xbWOmjqyNN8oG4vI2WDK7zc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-7712141658891076456?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ac0ad3afc7677002&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7712141658891076456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7712141658891076456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/miw4-te-amo.html' title='Miw4 te amo ♥'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7438201021778742405</id><published>2009-07-22T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:49:17.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/3734427052_0e3be7815e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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Edificio :$ Es qe hoy ; cuando estabamos hay fuecomo uuuuuuuuy :$ aparte con lo qe me dijistepos msn xd ! ese dolor :$ Te qiero mucho morcito :L nose como sobreviviré sin verte 2 meses :/ pero aaawr *-* me siento tan feliz contigo enserio ricurita ↨♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-7438201021778742405?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7438201021778742405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7438201021778742405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/diademaciadosersy-no-crey-nashyto.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-3745500966213480613</id><published>2009-07-21T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:57:15.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92c71b7a32c83ab9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92c71b7a32c83ab9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D581FCB5C9751EDE58E18D27750553E20B64263BA.519A7FFB246906EED2B9544B7AED2FA20CD56745%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92c71b7a32c83ab9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D71rL2ZF_f5RrQ8hnBSjqqbVZDXQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92c71b7a32c83ab9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330172702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D581FCB5C9751EDE58E18D27750553E20B64263BA.519A7FFB246906EED2B9544B7AED2FA20CD56745%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92c71b7a32c83ab9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D71rL2ZF_f5RrQ8hnBSjqqbVZDXQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-3745500966213480613?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=92c71b7a32c83ab9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3745500966213480613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3745500966213480613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-3293538340174584979</id><published>2009-07-20T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:17:55.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmVBX9x8JnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6St1VmZNR3E/s1600-h/IMG_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmVBX9x8JnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6St1VmZNR3E/s400/IMG_7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360762811431265906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmU6DFw4o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/hZShYqEijoY/s1600-h/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmU6DFw4o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/hZShYqEijoY/s400/IMG_7797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360754756215677874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seguiremos Juntos :$ cada segundo qe me qeda aqi en conce (L) i volvere luego para amarte amorcito {L}&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/8143568487684546205-3293538340174584979?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3293538340174584979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3293538340174584979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/seguiremos-juntos-cada-segundo-qe-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmVBX9x8JnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6St1VmZNR3E/s72-c/IMG_7854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7226682398070880887</id><published>2009-07-20T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:49:26.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmUenvBYxfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2nROC_3YwL8/s1600-h/IMG_7901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmUenvBYxfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2nROC_3YwL8/s400/IMG_7901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360724599440459250" 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/8143568487684546205-7226682398070880887?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7226682398070880887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7226682398070880887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmUenvBYxfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2nROC_3YwL8/s72-c/IMG_7901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-4564535353932849702</id><published>2009-07-20T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:18:35.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignacio (U) porfavor no seas injusto, se que en el pasado te desilucione..., pero no habia pasado nada  de esto, estuvimos juntos varios dias, hasta qeriamos los dos qe me quedara acá, y ahora esto u.u (U) ; entiendo, pero muchas personas se han sentido mal con lo nuestro, y yo aún asi segui con esto , y no te dejé !, yo ya te agarré cariño, te qiero, por no decir realmente todo todo lo qe siento por ti *-*  es mucho mas qe eso, y se qe te sientes mal, pero dime, tu no tienes nada concreto con ella y me juraste  qe solo serias mio todas estas vacacipones y todas las de nuestras vidas, qe tu olvidarias en estos momentos a toda mujer de tu vida,. No te sacaré en cara el sacrificio qe me fue de venir acá para estar contigo , no solo fue pasaje ni tiempo, fueron amistades qe se perdieron , pero me da lo mismo porqe yo de verdad qeria venir a verte, estar contigo y ojala qedarme acá, de verdad me gustas demaciado, y te qiero demaciado ; como nadienadie ! te todo ... u.u&lt;br /&gt;Diré algo estupido pero hasta la polera y el poleron que estoy usando hoy fueron los mismo que use un vez en qe me dejaron relacionado con otra mujer, si no son pololos ni nada, porqe? :G  Tambien las personas que estuvieron conmigo antes de estas vacaciones, se sintieron y lloraron tambien y enojaron, y yo me senti bastante mal , pero no por eso se deja algo, sobre todo si era un suieño tan deseado de cumplir, estoy intranqila, no puedo evitarlo, no paro de llorar u.u esqe ya sabia qe no tenia qe aserme falsas iluciones, porqe me irira para volver en septiembre, pero ahora cortas los nuestro asi como asi? si ta ndificil q fue, tan esperado .&lt;br /&gt;Si tu mismo contabas los dias y decias qe nos veriamos siempre (U) que igual nos veriamos denuevo, qe si me qedara mandarias a todas al shusha, no entiendo u.u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Mates Mis iluciones Que Se Pueden Hacer Realidad ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-4564535353932849702?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4564535353932849702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4564535353932849702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignacio-u-porfavor-no-seas-injusto-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5097471113351074131</id><published>2009-07-20T01:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:52:31.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe ella es esqisita, una gran personita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR7d1cXcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F2_Km3B1G0c/s1600-h/SDC10198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR7d1cXcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F2_Km3B1G0c/s400/SDC10198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360429169796472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy sensual la polera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR7G4DErI/AAAAAAAAAJE/myGUqaTz85I/s1600-h/17_mainimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR7G4DErI/AAAAAAAAAJE/myGUqaTz85I/s400/17_mainimg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360429163633382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe son buena compañia para un rico café&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR6_JnGZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k4fa1pw8Uh0/s1600-h/IMG_7850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR6_JnGZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k4fa1pw8Uh0/s400/IMG_7850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360429161559562642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe son Buenas peronas; tan encatadoras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQRUNXvCOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w_fwufxiKfg/s1600-h/IMG_7835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQRUNXvCOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w_fwufxiKfg/s400/IMG_7835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360428495362001122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe el amor esta entodas partes y se expresa de mil maneras ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNxZir5jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-fYveP_AhCU/s1600-h/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNxZir5jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-fYveP_AhCU/s400/IMG_7849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424598798853682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe hasta el roce mas sensillo de tus labios me encanta :$♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNxIHrUNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvH_MkcBYpM/s1600-h/IMG_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNxIHrUNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvH_MkcBYpM/s400/IMG_7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424594122166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe todo es hermoso y armonico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNw7Ej-rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ejgm848xBqs/s1600-h/IMG_7840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNw7Ej-rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ejgm848xBqs/s400/IMG_7840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424590619441842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe nunca te olvidaré ni nuestra historia ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNwki02ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6XXKBjt0tcU/s1600-h/IMG_7703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNwki02ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6XXKBjt0tcU/s400/IMG_7703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424584572361106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe eres perfecto, Precioso, etc... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNwZWfLpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bmp4bBN9acQ/s1600-h/1248042391911_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQNwZWfLpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bmp4bBN9acQ/s400/1248042391911_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424581567819410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8143568487684546205-5097471113351074131?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5097471113351074131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5097471113351074131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/porqe-esos-palitos-son-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmQR7d1cXcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F2_Km3B1G0c/s72-c/SDC10198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8395025268973134210</id><published>2009-07-19T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:53:16.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porqe eres tan sensual.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkon6xWTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xzVJgeCHZCQ/s1600-h/IMG_7831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkon6xWTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xzVJgeCHZCQ/s400/IMG_7831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360379368062409010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porqe todo es con cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkoe8kK9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_-NxKJD9tQg/s1600-h/IMG_7829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkoe8kK9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_-NxKJD9tQg/s400/IMG_7829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360379365654014930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe nuestros sueños se hicieron realidad.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkoDox30I/AAAAAAAAAH0/kuOo9HCWJSQ/s1600-h/IMG_7803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkoDox30I/AAAAAAAAAH0/kuOo9HCWJSQ/s400/IMG_7803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360379358323269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aún tenemos mas...♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPknihqNfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8fd4mNkMmxc/s1600-h/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8395025268973134210?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8395025268973134210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8395025268973134210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPkon6xWTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xzVJgeCHZCQ/s72-c/IMG_7831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-785351005798773707</id><published>2009-07-19T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:39:28.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKfWkE7nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0Vw-6eeEZk8/s1600-h/IMG_7782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKfWkE7nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0Vw-6eeEZk8/s400/IMG_7782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360350621482675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te qiero mucho coshinito :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKfMb2y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WpSfP-_uORw/s1600-h/IMG_7702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKfMb2y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WpSfP-_uORw/s400/IMG_7702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360350618763840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqe es nuestra primera foto :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKe2aTstI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XpXNHJISYNE/s1600-h/IMG_7693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKe2aTstI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XpXNHJISYNE/s400/IMG_7693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360350612851765970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Porqe fue el mejor viaje de mi vida :3&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/8143568487684546205-785351005798773707?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/785351005798773707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/785351005798773707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-qiero-mucho-coshinito-3-porqe-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmPKfWkE7nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0Vw-6eeEZk8/s72-c/IMG_7782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-426008936059999908</id><published>2009-07-18T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:44:20.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has sido los 2 dias mas lindos de mi vida {L}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmKVel5MElI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tFbpFOqEycQ/s1600-h/IMG_7756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmKVel5MElI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tFbpFOqEycQ/s400/IMG_7756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360010859324904018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awr *-* lo unico malito qe tengo en mi mente es qe se acabara demaciado pronto u.u Esqe eri tan hermoso *-* precioso riqito todotodo (LLLLLLLLLLLLL) Ayer Nos juntamos en el terminal de buses Camilo Henriqez qedamos a las 3 :· pero yo llegue a las 2.36 porqe tenia qe irme si o si ! paso un loco de lejos i pense qe serias el, y no xd ! despues unos flaites toos añejos y sali corriendo xd ! Eran las 3.07 y veo un loqito hermoso :$ digo : qiero qe sea el qe sea el (unas 7 veces) y veo la carita de aquel ricura y eras tu me aserqe lentamente al igual qe tu , te mire asia los ojitos mientras asiass lo mismo ! de hay estabamos a cm de nuestros labios y yo qeria darte uno en la carita pero con deseos de besarte la boca :z y tu lo isiste :$ DE HAY DECIAS :o ERI SUPER ALTA :Z claro si mides solo 4 cm mas qe yo ¬¬ y tu decias qe te sentias peqeño porqe todas eran bajitas ayà ! de ahi fuimos a esa plaza juràsiqa :$ y pasamos besandomnos , en eso llama mi mama :L y taba nerviuda :L de ahy estuvimos un buen rato y luego fuimos a el edificio :3 de ahy estubimos arto rato en el primer piso :O :X aaawr y yo te decia qe em gustabas :$ y tu me decias qe tbm :$ aaawr *-* te qiero mucho (L) eri tan lindo i tu boqita esqisitaa ; mata :$ Despues eran como las 8.10 y tuviste qe irte :( pero al dia siguiente :$ nos juntamos a las 11.45 :$ y llegue al depto a las 3.10 estuvimos em :Z afuerita un rato de el edificio , luego caminamos yo qeria sentarme x3 y fuimos a un plaza pero taban unos locos i nos fuimos a otro lao:$ de ahi se nos ocurrio ir a La Universidad *-* y era para qe mas top (L) y nos sacamos fotitos besandonos en el bosqe :$ y despues nos grabamos :$ y mi pierna jaosajos :$ y cuando me caia :$ sjoasj lo pase demaciado bien contigo :$ en esa cuando nos besabamos se puso a llover :O i despues se pasaba &amp;amp; nos dabamos Besitos ? y se pona a llover fuerte (ni tanto ) porqe ibual caian gotitas bien finas artas si:) y corriamos :$ y me sacabas fotos :$ i luego nos devolvimos al iwal qe antes por esas casas hermosas i grandes i deciamso qe viviriamos en una asi :) y yo me enamoraba de las casas :$ y te agarraba el poto :$ sjoasjao :$ luego me fuiste dejar porqe tenia qe almorzar ; eran las 3 :) y deai te llame a las 4.30 y yo ffui al super i te ise esperar :G perdon ya te ivas a ir u.u ! qe pense qe estabas mas lejos :/ y luego nos vimos i nos qedamos :L despues nos dimos vueltas i despues entramos al edificio nosqedamos en una banqita :$ (LALAALA) luego etramos al edificio :$ y siemrpe salia gente xd ! nos sacamos fotos i se iso tarde asi :) te fui a dejarafuerita y te dije cuantote qeria cosita rica :L atrevidito y coshinito :$ te amo :O jsoajsoajs:$ seee :$ no me qiero ir qiero qedarme amor u.u para estar toda la vida junto a ti :$ morirè cuando me tenga qe regresar :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin te qiero mucho :$ Mañana a las 12 denuevo ; aunqe no nos veremos tanto :/ el lunes tienes clases u.u !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-426008936059999908?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/426008936059999908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/426008936059999908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-sido-los-2-dias-mas-lindos-de-mi.html' title='Has sido los 2 dias mas lindos de mi vida {L}'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SmKVel5MElI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tFbpFOqEycQ/s72-c/IMG_7756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5272016193913544965</id><published>2009-07-16T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:21:12.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>En concepcion {L}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sl-13kwXnJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/keaqRyDlkwU/s1600-h/IMG_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sl-13kwXnJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/keaqRyDlkwU/s400/IMG_7451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359202047958162578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por fin :O Tanto qe lesie pero al final lo logrè vine a ver a mi primita hermosahermosa :L y me qedare varios dias con ella :L aparte porfin cumplire el sueño de estar con el niño qe ase ya mas de un año deseo :L lo qiero demaciado ; y si hoy nos ivamso a ver , pero no puedo, pero mañana sin duda nos veremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; {L}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; qiero qe sea asi toodos los dias de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; {L}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5272016193913544965?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5272016193913544965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5272016193913544965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-concepcion-l.html' title='En concepcion {L}'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sl-13kwXnJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/keaqRyDlkwU/s72-c/IMG_7451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8656875919117170382</id><published>2009-07-13T23:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:43:31.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi sueño ._. tan cerca estuvo y ahora siento qe se aleja u.u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slv99XYO6KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LvibX0Fkm44/s1600-h/porsiempre+dospuntosSignopeso.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slv99XYO6KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LvibX0Fkm44/s400/porsiempre+dospuntosSignopeso.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358155412376840354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace poco era mi sueño seguro u.u ahora nose qe vola wn ! no hay plata tengo 12 lucas para ir a conce :G porqe mi vieja en si no tiene :S aaag &gt;.&lt; no se qe hacer u.u ! pucha :'( qiero estar conitgo, ase tanto qe estoy esperando esto :G .&lt;br /&gt;Mas ensima avia escrito tanto i se eliminó ! esqe pucha mamá asta cuando qieres qe espere :G yo qiero ir i siempre ! pomi me qedaria ayá para estar junto a ti u.u ! riqito (L) nesecito estar junto a ti estas vacaciones u.u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8656875919117170382?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8656875919117170382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8656875919117170382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-sueno-tan-cerca-estuvo-y-ahora.html' title='Mi sueño ._. tan cerca estuvo y ahora siento qe se aleja u.u'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slv99XYO6KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LvibX0Fkm44/s72-c/porsiempre+dospuntosSignopeso.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5357442796442916437</id><published>2009-07-12T23:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:21:10.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wn por fin me declare ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slqmgc3HHsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L0LI-xvuJUo/s1600-h/novia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slqmgc3HHsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L0LI-xvuJUo/s320/novia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357777783143997122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porfin sali del closet, aunqe ya le avia dicho a mis amigos y ellos ya sabian qe me pasaban cosas :G pero wn nunca pense qe te diria wn qe me confundes i wea :S ups nose me da cosa todo esto :S aora qe sabi qe nose me atrai o algo si wn :| es cuatico :|  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUNCA PENSE CON QE ESTE JUEGUITO M&lt;/span&gt;E IVA A PASAR ESTO :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5357442796442916437?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5357442796442916437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5357442796442916437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/wn-por-fin-me-declare.html' title='Wn por fin me declare ._.'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Slqmgc3HHsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L0LI-xvuJUo/s72-c/novia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5015754636681535248</id><published>2009-07-10T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:21:22.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer Fue el Cumpleañitos de mi Straw y Mary :L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SleiYoOkfMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7FUDyu1Jso4/s1600-h/IMG_7062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SleiYoOkfMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7FUDyu1Jso4/s320/IMG_7062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356928825779584194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Las extrañaba taantotanto  a las dos (L) ; auqne estuvimos tan poqito rato u.u las amo deveras ; las qiero volver a ver :)&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/8143568487684546205-5015754636681535248?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5015754636681535248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5015754636681535248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayer-fue-el-cumpleanitos-de-mi-straw-y.html' title='Ayer Fue el Cumpleañitos de mi Straw y Mary :L'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SleiYoOkfMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7FUDyu1Jso4/s72-c/IMG_7062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-7782131586514097604</id><published>2009-07-06T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:14:29.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mejora :L</title><content type='html'>lo sé, justo ahora mi mamá me empieza a dar mas permiso ir  stgo pa acompañar a mi BF *-* a modelar :L ahora esqe pienso si se podria ._. pero ya no te molestare :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-7782131586514097604?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7782131586514097604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/7782131586514097604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/todo-mejora-l.html' title='Todo mejora :L'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8843599853847782261</id><published>2009-07-05T20:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:54:11.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>._. Aún tengo esperanzaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 406px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFO1T4JHMbM/SlEzhc7JyII/AAAAAAAAAA0/r-7K9Z60nRY/s1600/IMG_7243.JPG" alt="[IMG_7243.JPG]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se desvanecio ._. cor3, bueno tu decidiste qe esto se acabara y te juro qe aunqe me duela tanto no guardaré rencor hacia ti, te qiero tantotanto qe nunca podria sentir eso hacia ute po u.u ! y tengo las esperanzas de que algún dia tu y yo podamos estar juntitos *.* es lo que qiero cashay :L espero qe mas adelante, si sale lo de maipu ver si resulta algo entre los dos, yo esperaré ese dia :L te lo juro :) porqe tu me enamoraste, y aunqe te lo e dicho tantas veces i se qe ya debe darte lata ._. es lo qe menos qiero por eso no te escribiré el medio testamento cashay (Y) te qiero mucho y todas las cosas qe algun dia te dije y te prometí qiero qe se cumplan :L &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8843599853847782261?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8843599853847782261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8843599853847782261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/aun-tengo-esperanzaz.html' title='._. Aún tengo esperanzaz'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFO1T4JHMbM/SlEzhc7JyII/AAAAAAAAAA0/r-7K9Z60nRY/s72-c/IMG_7243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1122648135402011636</id><published>2009-07-04T21:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:10:55.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inqietud *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SlAJ6jcYOYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3xbkA0_p7o/s1600-h/IMG_7139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SlAJ6jcYOYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3xbkA0_p7o/s400/IMG_7139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354790858494851458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me siento extraña, tengo una inqietud , siento un nuditoo en la garganta ._. esqe pucha no se nada del cor3, osea se que esta en la casa de un amigo :) pero pasa qe me mety a su fotolog y est cerrado :| i qede pa la cagá por  qe nisiquiera hoy al hablar me dijo, entonces estoy preocupada, aparte ayer no hablamos en la noche y hoy despues de las 3 no hemos ablado tampoco, esto me tiene inquietta quiero llamarlo a su casa, pero se de qe no esta ._. nosé a que se conectará y si será lo suficiente temprano como para qe hablemos aunque sea por msn ! aparte, hoy hablamos re poqito u.u Mas ensima hoy soñe algo qe para nada me gusto u.u tenia miedo de qe no le gustara a mi mamá, porqe si no le llega a gustar a ella, toy cagá nomas u.u pucha estoy desesperada, el me dijo qe no podia mas estar sin verme, qe no podia ya , qe esto sea asi puro msn y telefono u.u i me asuste, senti como si fuera qe si no nos vemos esto de desvaneciera u.u u.u ya me dio mil pena ._. bueno si soy bien llorona :(  tengo miedo de pederlo porqe hasta ahora, es lo unico qe me mantenia feliz, lo qe me iso volver a tener ganas de comprometerme, era qien pocupaba mi mente las 24 horas del dia, los 7 dias de la semana ._. y pucha en ningun segundo aparto de mi caeza la imagen de su rostro, me la imagino  tal cual es, hermosa :$ con sus ojitos :L y su hermosa boqita cual tanto anhelo, y su carita cual besaria todo el putingo dia :L qe seria de mi corazón sin el ._. qiero estar con el toda la  vida, ver como envejesemos juntos i cosas asi, esqe estoy enamorada de él y aunqe los demas digan imposible qe tan rapido :| yo digo asi lo siento , esas ganas de verlo, esas ganas de llegar a casa para hablar con él, esa alegria dentro de mí por saber qe el existe, como me orren las lagrimas de felicidad, como me dan cositas en mi pansita cuando hablo o lo miro :$  qe todo el tiempo pienso en  él, qe cuando me molestan con él pongo una carita de tontita de amor y enbobecida :$ qe nadie se imaginó nunca, qe vivo cada segundo para eél y nuestro presentre y futuro, qe todo para mi es color de rosas ahora, si eso no es estar o sentirse enamorado, no se qe es... lo amo muchomucho, y es dificil decir eso, pero qe siento como si lo conociera ase tanto tiempo, y lo conosco se tanpoco i ase solo 2 semanas y un dia siento esto, nose :) pero no podria estar sin el, y se me romperia el corazón si lo nuestro muere ._. mi vida se haria pedazoz, ya que creo y estoy segura qe encontre a la persona qe qiero para mi vida, es presipitado decirlo pero es tan perfecto, su humor , su caracter, su rostro, su mirada y expresiones, su voz, sus palabras, sus sentimientos, sus sueños, deceos, sus gustos :$ su ternura mil veces :$ su encanto su forma de tratarme y de quererme, su perversidad :Ñ sus bromas aunqe para nada son agradables pero las entiendo :L su formita de decirme las cosas y su voz de ternurita :L es perfecto lo amo tal cual es, no le cambiaria nada, talvez el lugar de residencia :$ para qe estemos mas serqita, pero aunqe este a tantos km. de distancia el amor qe siento por el cada vez se ase mas fuerte :$  y cada vez me gusta mas :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1122648135402011636?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1122648135402011636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1122648135402011636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-siento-extrana-tengo-una-inqietud.html' title='Inqietud *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SlAJ6jcYOYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3xbkA0_p7o/s72-c/IMG_7139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-6605285311949299969</id><published>2009-07-04T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:55:26.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BF *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk_r5P-kSqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuuxnPvJLPE/s1600-h/pita+y+berry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk_r5P-kSqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuuxnPvJLPE/s320/pita+y+berry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354757850740837026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo pita aawr siempre me acuerdo de ti :L si eres como a tu sabipo mi mejor amigo :L i qiero qe lo seas toda la vida :L&lt;br /&gt;' porqe te amo muchomuchomucho *.* y tampoco qiero dejar de ser tu mejor amiga ; asi asta viejitos mejores amigos *.* qe cuando carreteemos viejotes y tu eti tomaaao yo te lleve tu casita en autito :L y si me gano un viaje pa dos personas a cancun o a la shusha del mundo *.* y toy soltera vamos los dos y carreteamos todos esos dias i llegamos a las 10 de la mañana a dormir :L&lt;br /&gt;aaawr *-* pita si te amo tanto :L&lt;br /&gt;y cuando ya aya esho mi curso de fotografia :z te sakare mil fotos i eligiras i cuando sea semi profesional te sakare yo las fotos y no te cobraré :L y serviras para una de mis exposisiones y wea :H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-6605285311949299969?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6605285311949299969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6605285311949299969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-amo-pita-aawr-siempre-me-acuerdo-de.html' title='BF *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk_r5P-kSqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuuxnPvJLPE/s72-c/pita+y+berry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1472091078843432086</id><published>2009-07-03T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:02:17.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casi dos semanas :$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk5xsU4DsUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d4oVevY4Fzw/s1600-h/IMG_7192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk5xsU4DsUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d4oVevY4Fzw/s320/IMG_7192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354342013322113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Awr *-* soy tan feliz :$ contigo porsupuesto :Ñ eres tal cual, perfecto mi amor :$ te mo vidita :Ñ me haces felizfeliz :L eres impresionante :L de un dia para otro me isiste adicta a ti :Ñ qiero verte abrasarte, besarte y no dejarte nunca *-*  Mi amor ayer vi su guatita rica por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Cam:$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  fue tan uy :$  qieor puro ir a la estacion central i verte ;$ i ver La era Del Hielo 3 :L contigo :) QE AMORSH *-*   Mi amor falta cada vez menos para qe lo nuestro se convierta en algo realmente serio :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1472091078843432086?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1472091078843432086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1472091078843432086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/casi-dos-semanas.html' title='Casi dos semanas :$'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sk5xsU4DsUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d4oVevY4Fzw/s72-c/IMG_7192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-6055375330276003626</id><published>2009-06-27T20:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:21:04.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BestBestBest (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Ska0fWQ0wII/AAAAAAAAADA/c6uFQ9MuPV8/s1600-h/IMG_7028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Ska0fWQ0wII/AAAAAAAAADA/c6uFQ9MuPV8/s320/IMG_7028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352163657821503618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mejor Amigo (L)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aaawr *-* al ibual qe el miercole hoy saabadito te volvi a ver (L) hoy estaba en el puto colegio por qe tenia qe aser un trabajo y taba con ropa de calle Osea *w* y una compañera dijo qe te vio, y fui corriendo desde el interior del cole asta el Mall *-* y te llamé desde el super :O ! y te dije qe te iva a ver ! y me esperaste en la plazita :L te abrasé y me contaste qe te pegaron el dia jueves u.u ! siepre en tu narizita :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;aaaawr *-*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; y despues te pedi qe me acompañaras a mi colegio , y fusite ! y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aaawr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; te dije qe erai mi mejor amigo *-* y dijiste , tu ybuaaal (L) aaawr *-* ! y fuimos felices ! y te abrasé y nos qedamos un ratito afuera de mi ole, y apoye mi cavbesita en tu hombro y tu apoyaste la tuya en la mia :L ! qe amorsh x3 ! mejor amigo noseee amo qe seas tu ! eri el mejor :L eri aawr :) madre wn 88 ! y hoy ibai al stadio, y despeus de como 1 hora en mi cole te vi :O taba con el Bulla ! con el primo de la Josy ! ( osea mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;AVRIL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; :O) y yo te abrasaba y todo y eellos mas josajos xd ! son primo sjaosjo seguro :z ! soajsjoa :L y te rayé u mochilaaa :L y te ise un corazon color sandia :L ! te amo amigo (L) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-6055375330276003626?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6055375330276003626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/6055375330276003626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/bestbestbest-l.html' title='BestBestBest (L)'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Ska0fWQ0wII/AAAAAAAAADA/c6uFQ9MuPV8/s72-c/IMG_7028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-4681376401363380537</id><published>2009-06-27T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:22:05.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamorada *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Skacb2Lnn8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/02qYWWZtLWY/s1600-h/te+amo+mi+vidita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Skacb2Lnn8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/02qYWWZtLWY/s200/te+amo+mi+vidita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352137209391062978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sí, Marcelyto y no dire tu nombre por qe no te gusta :$ (M.A.P.Z)  es tan baqan lo nuestro mi vida :$ conversas horas y horas por telefono :$ aaawr *-* mi amor ery tan lindo :$ y recordar cada palabra qe salia de tu boqita :$ es taan uy :$ mi amor nuestras &lt;/span&gt; no sabes cuantas cosas me haces sentir a esa hora :$ tan erótico joajso :$ mi amor te amo mucho *-* eres, nosé el dueño de mi corazón , nunca podria arrepentirme de esto porqe ya estas dentro de mi corazón :$ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3 de la mañana es perfecta :$eres mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my razon :$ mi otra mitad :Ñ siento cosas qe no puedo &lt;/span&gt; explicar. Nunca dejaré de amarte, por qe cada segundo te amo muchomucho mas :$ te amo :$ mi amor eres todo todito lo qe necesito para ser feliz, no puedo estar sin pensar en  ti :$ estas en mi mente las 24 horas  del día, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;:$te amo mucho (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-4681376401363380537?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4681376401363380537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4681376401363380537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/enamorada.html' title='Enamorada *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Skacb2Lnn8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/02qYWWZtLWY/s72-c/te+amo+mi+vidita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-9010755600835764334</id><published>2009-06-20T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:12:49.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spf.fotolog.com/photo/47/57/108/93959196/1245382920125_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://spf.fotolog.com/photo/47/57/108/93959196/1245382920125_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/93959196"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Señorito Cor3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/93959196" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No se ni como ni cuando empezaste a ser tan importante para mí. pero ayer, comenzé a sentir algo tan extraño, ase mucho que no sentia eso por alguien recién conociendo :$ Me dijiste Linda :$ a unque yo niegue lo qe dijiste, me sonrojas tanto bebé !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Y a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;si como tu me encuentras Lynda:$ yo te encuentro 5 veces mas lyndo :$  Empecé a encontrarte cada vez mas lyndo :$ y cada vez maas te lo decía :$ y cada momento quepasaba mientras teniamos la cam, Mas me gustaba mirarte :$ sobre todo cuando te agarrabas la chasqillita con tu manito :$ Empezamos a escribirnos en un cuaderno cosytas :$ y no pude aguantarlo y decirte Qe :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me estabas comenzando a Gustar :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y tu me dijiste lo mismo, y luego corregite : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No, Ya me gustas :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y una felicidad comenzó de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ntro de mí y las maripositas comenzaron en mi watita :Ñ Cor3 ahora solo en tí pienso :$ Me gustas tanto mi amorcito lindo :$ Y sé que es dificil qe nos veamos porqe vivimos demaciado lejos u.u si a ti te queda al otro lado de santiago maipú, es tanto :G pero si llego a cambiarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;de co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;legio a maipú nos veremos :$  y asi como dijiste qe me irias a buscar todos los dias al colegio yo me moriría y volvería a nacer de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;elicidad :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-9010755600835764334?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/9010755600835764334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/9010755600835764334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/senorito-cor3-no-se-ni-como-ni-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-3338755462017521934</id><published>2009-06-19T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:26:57.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi amor Platonico :$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/n200h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 536px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/n200h2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awwwt *-* no puede haber un mino mas rico qe el *-* la cagó :Ñ es como el mino de mis sueños x3  amo cada uno de sus tatuajes :L &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oli Sykes&lt;/span&gt; :$ me derrite jsoajos :$ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-3338755462017521934?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3338755462017521934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/3338755462017521934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-amor-platonico.html' title='Mi amor Platonico :$'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/n200h2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-265038133811828714</id><published>2009-06-17T18:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:35:14.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OlimpiadasDeQuímica :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.juntadeandalucia.es/averroes/centros-tic/14002984/helvia/aula/archivos/_6/html/602197/viaje_interior_nada/viaje_interior_nada_archivos/FisAtomos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.juntadeandalucia.es/averroes/centros-tic/14002984/helvia/aula/archivos/_6/html/602197/viaje_interior_nada/viaje_interior_nada_archivos/FisAtomos.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WnWnWn la profesora de Química me eligió junto a 4 o 5 compañeras mias para representar al colegio en Las Olimpiadas De Química, saby lo qe es eso :O me pondre las pilitas pa quedar clasificada en las etapas sé que no llegaré muy lejos pero aun asi pondre todo mi empeño (H)Me quedaré posiblemente los jueves despues de clases a horas extra de quimica seré una nerd total :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-265038133811828714?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/265038133811828714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/265038133811828714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/olimpiadasdequimica-d.html' title='OlimpiadasDeQuímica :D'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-9186601466364805467</id><published>2009-06-15T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:55:09.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November - silvertein ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sjb9HKfC5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/taNNuPKQafQ/s1600-h/silverstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sjb9HKfC5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/taNNuPKQafQ/s320/silverstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347739907064522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fragile leaves hit the ground. The cold air drifts into my lungs. I see your face through the fog. Reminds me of the dreams you lost. I can see it in your eyes. You're broken down; your hands are tied. I can feel it in my side. Over and over and over i've tried. You're broken down; your hands are tied. And i know you cannot hide. Over and over and over i've tried. It broke my heart. It felt so good to see you. I've never been one to put my trust in. When did i become so weak, or have i always been? i can't put all this back in place. This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in darkness and disease. This november swallows me whole. And this may be the closest thing that you'll ever receive to an apology. I close my eyes and i can see you dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-9186601466364805467?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/9186601466364805467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/9186601466364805467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/november-silvertein.html' title='November - silvertein ♫'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sjb9HKfC5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/taNNuPKQafQ/s72-c/silverstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8997258030098817784</id><published>2009-06-14T11:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:16:00.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FelizCumpleaños Myla Camila !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjUYBNqVM6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aphtvL4IENc/s1600-h/SDC10204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347206541698479010" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjUYBNqVM6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aphtvL4IENc/s400/SDC10204.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 141px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Camyla te amo mucho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Un dia especial :L&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      14/06/09     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Y pensar qe un dia como este, seguramente no estaba lloviendo, pero nimporta :) hace ya 15 años estaba naciendo una niña tan lynda, sipatica, buena, y lo mas tiernucha qe hay :L a quien conoci por sus rulos xd ! josajosa :L y qe de apoco se transformo en una de las amigas que mas qiero, con la qe ao ir al mall y amamos juntas a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna Montana&lt;/span&gt; y qe tambien ama mis dibujos :Ñ incluso ahora le toy asiendo ujn dibujo en mi croqis (H) porqe la amo y siempre pienso en ella :Ñ pormi la veria todo el resto de mi vida, y no me qiero alejar nunca nuquita de ella, porqe la qiero tanto tanto (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS NUMERO 15 MYLACAMILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qerya ir a tu carrete pero como supe ese dia, era muy encima y mi vieja me dijo si e hubiera dicho con anticipacion :/ tu qe tbm no llamai ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ CUMPLEAÑITOS :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/laa_caamiiii" rel="nofollow noindex external" style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/laa_caamiiii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/laa_caamiiii" rel="nofollow noindex external" style="color: #cc66cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rica te amo muchomuchomucho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8997258030098817784?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8997258030098817784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8997258030098817784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/felizcumpleanos-myla-camila.html' title='FelizCumpleaños Myla Camila !'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjUYBNqVM6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aphtvL4IENc/s72-c/SDC10204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-5816987636556036028</id><published>2009-06-10T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:46:44.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aaawr rabya !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjBO75wa72I/AAAAAAAAACI/ejG1n7NsE4g/s1600-h/berryoosea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjBO75wa72I/AAAAAAAAACI/ejG1n7NsE4g/s200/berryoosea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345859548711939938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awr me qede afuera 88 ! wn pal dicky me tuve qe pasar por el porton 88 ! y me subi al techo :( ! la wea qe me pinche mi ma nytas con puitas y me sangro t.t ! aaawr *_* mas rrabia qe me dio :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-5816987636556036028?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5816987636556036028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/5816987636556036028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaawr-rabya.html' title='aaawr rabya !'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SjBO75wa72I/AAAAAAAAACI/ejG1n7NsE4g/s72-c/berryoosea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1823791098662727478</id><published>2009-06-07T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:39:08.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me encanto estar ayer contigo :$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Siwj53QEEtI/AAAAAAAAACA/90eQLq0igGw/s1600-h/IMG_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Siwj53QEEtI/AAAAAAAAACA/90eQLq0igGw/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344686334772777682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fue un dia tan maravilloso en el campo :$  besarte amor, estrañaba tanto eso, fue un gusto tremento estar contigo :$ Como dan ganas de volver a vivirlo, quiero verte denuevo, y qe ea asi de magico y mas qe este (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1823791098662727478?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1823791098662727478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1823791098662727478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-encanto-estar-ayer-contigo.html' title='Me encanto estar ayer contigo :$'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Siwj53QEEtI/AAAAAAAAACA/90eQLq0igGw/s72-c/IMG_6876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-146402034037211031</id><published>2009-06-05T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:30:13.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se acerca mi sueño ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SikcAX4vFYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oYgLzapWOb4/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343833225589364098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 141px; height: 262px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SikcAX4vFYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oYgLzapWOb4/s400/DSC04373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wou *.* tengo las manos ppa qe mi sueño de fotografa se cumplaaa :O Qiero puro ir a sacar fotitos pa mandarlas y wouu *.* aparescan en la revistaaaa :L&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/8143568487684546205-146402034037211031?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/146402034037211031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/146402034037211031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-acerca-mi-sueno.html' title='Se acerca mi sueño ...'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SikcAX4vFYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oYgLzapWOb4/s72-c/DSC04373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1577084678652630365</id><published>2009-05-31T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:28:56.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado De Peliculas D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMSmOGKKzI/AAAAAAAAABw/41UU6AetD-k/s1600-h/las_cronicas_de_narnia_2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMSmOGKKzI/AAAAAAAAABw/41UU6AetD-k/s400/las_cronicas_de_narnia_2w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342134030819797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde qe vino por ultima vez mi papá a verme es qe los sabados siempre veo 2 películas qe arrendamos *-* la primera vez fue crepusculo y Operacion varqidia, despues fue Aughust Rusht y Amor en tiempos  de Colera, y ahora Cronicas De Narnia y El Principe Caspian ; y Codigo Da vinci. Wou *-* amo ver Movies con mi mum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1577084678652630365?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1577084678652630365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1577084678652630365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabado-de-peliculas-d.html' title='Sabado De Peliculas D:'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMSmOGKKzI/AAAAAAAAABw/41UU6AetD-k/s72-c/las_cronicas_de_narnia_2w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-8184243564927693404</id><published>2009-05-31T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:33:32.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicaciones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMFmkqvjiI/AAAAAAAAABo/QCYaaz3NQNg/s1600-h/SDC10305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMFmkqvjiI/AAAAAAAAABo/QCYaaz3NQNg/s400/SDC10305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342119743227661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wou *-* es tan dificil explicar lo qe me ocurre en el fondo, no qiero herir a nadie, y eso me daña tanto, porqe mis deciciones dañan a los demas u.u ! nececito de qe alguna forma todo salga bien pero no se puede. Como hacer para qe no sufras, porqe sufriré, no qiero qe pase esoooooo u.u&lt;br /&gt;Nisiquiera se que quiero menos podría decirte lo que me pasa u.u !  siento qe no estoy en condiciones de nada, ni de decidir por mi misma u.u qisas esto no funcione, nada u.u nisiqiera puedo hablar tranquila. es imposible comprender lo qe trato de expresar, mejor no digo nada, por que se qe dañaré... No quiero aser infeliz a nadie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-8184243564927693404?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8184243564927693404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/8184243564927693404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/complicaciones.html' title='Complicaciones!'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/SiMFmkqvjiI/AAAAAAAAABo/QCYaaz3NQNg/s72-c/SDC10305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1924419664351122533</id><published>2009-05-28T21:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:05:28.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aislamiento u.u !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh84BY-UKqI/AAAAAAAAABg/htIWVdheQCA/s1600-h/IMG_4955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh84BY-UKqI/AAAAAAAAABg/htIWVdheQCA/s400/IMG_4955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341049279619541666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Siento qe nadie me qiere u.u ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;es como si me hubiera aislado, a tal extremo qe la gente me haya olvidado, bajon maricon qe me tiene asi, porqe wn ! nada me sale byen, extraño tanto a esa gente con la qe pasaba ablando y qe despues ya n habia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;tema u.u !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1924419664351122533?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1924419664351122533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1924419664351122533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/aislamiento-uu.html' title='Aislamiento u.u !'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh84BY-UKqI/AAAAAAAAABg/htIWVdheQCA/s72-c/IMG_4955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-2289518186888935936</id><published>2009-05-28T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:25:29.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me siento olvidada.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh8qzgGCRhI/AAAAAAAAABY/fG9R0sRP1zI/s1600-h/Picture0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh8qzgGCRhI/AAAAAAAAABY/fG9R0sRP1zI/s400/Picture0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341034747361642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siento qe ya no sientes lo mismo pormí, qe te haz olvidado u.u se que es dificil, porqe tienes qe esperar al igual que yo, pero esa forma de ser conmigo me aleja u.u como odio esa actitud tuya, y no puedo hacer nada u.u porque no cambiara, asi eres y todo u.u como da rabia esos ataques de selos qe al fin y al cabo lo niegas ironicamente, hiere mucho mas la forma en que lo interpretas, porqe dices : a lo mismo ;) sabiendo qe estas molesto, odio eso, me aleja u.u me irrita :( Cuando pusiste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PIPEEEH NUEVO  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fue como, te olvidé, sere feliz, sere totalmente nuevo, ya no pienso en ti, pienso en mi, algo asi pensé !no sé pero detesto tanto qe seas asi u.u seque da selos, peo no es la forma u.u  porqe latéa, yo tbm te ago ataqitos de selos pero es como de aniñá 88 xd ! coomo aay si como no xd ! pero lo tuyo eskomo u.u nose :( eso me aleja de ti,, tu me alejas u.u te qiero tanto, pero tu sabes como son lass actitudes u.u !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-2289518186888935936?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2289518186888935936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/2289518186888935936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-siento-olvidada.html' title='Me siento olvidada.*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Sh8qzgGCRhI/AAAAAAAAABY/fG9R0sRP1zI/s72-c/Picture0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-4376553754519660412</id><published>2009-05-25T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:48:17.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Shs8SP7mzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fUc9fxat2Dk/s1600-h/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Shs8SP7mzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fUc9fxat2Dk/s400/IMG_6742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339928067389705810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pita, no se pero tu ery una persona tan importante para mi ! es bqn tenerte como amigo, uyy si cuando me dijiste qe me considerabay tu mejor amiga fuee como *-* qe mentirosyto *-* wo estos ultimos dias nos hemos visto bastante, y no saby cuando me da lata andar siguiendote ¬¬paresco perro xd ! aaawr *-*¨te amo mejor amigo :L hoy me  escushaste caletaa (L) y pucha es bqn pasar  ratos contigo ery super apañador, eri el uniqo qe no le da color por ir a dejame donde mi mamy o a la m,icro&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;como no voy a qererte! yaaa ALEJANDRO JESUS FUENTEALBA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-4376553754519660412?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4376553754519660412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/4376553754519660412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigo.html' title='Amigo *-*'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/Shs8SP7mzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fUc9fxat2Dk/s72-c/IMG_6742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-1036101947228765974</id><published>2009-05-21T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:44:38.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Duele el que ella no acepte qe volvamos a estar juntos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShX1Pdfeq5I/AAAAAAAAABI/5py8JK2Sw1U/s1600-h/IMG_6635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShX1Pdfeq5I/AAAAAAAAABI/5py8JK2Sw1U/s400/IMG_6635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338442579281095570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duele amarte y no poder estar contigo :'(  mi mamá no qiere e pololiemos porqe no qiere qe pase lo mismo qe antes u.u y no hay otra cosa, me corrian las lagrimas alfrente de ella y era como si no me viera llorar y.y ! como duele que estemos tan lejos, y aunque nos amemos no podamos estar juntos, te qiero tanto y no puedo dejar de sentirlo, y no qieor, yo kieo estar contigo :'( se me a hecho tan dificil decidirlo, por todo lo qe a pasado, pero quiero t.t y mi mama no me deja, y contra eso no se puede aser nada :'( qiero verte :'( quiero abrasarte y no saber mas del mundo *-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-1036101947228765974?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1036101947228765974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/1036101947228765974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/duele-amarte-y-no-poder-estar-contigo.html' title='Como Duele el que ella no acepte qe volvamos a estar juntos!'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShX1Pdfeq5I/AAAAAAAAABI/5py8JK2Sw1U/s72-c/IMG_6635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-946656690467917084</id><published>2009-05-21T16:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:33:51.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 De Mayo 2008  Nuestro Primer beso; Ha transcurrido un año</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShW6JBVVQOI/AAAAAAAAABA/z8UXRzZR9Q8/s1600-h/s1239381272_63690_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShW6JBVVQOI/AAAAAAAAABA/z8UXRzZR9Q8/s400/s1239381272_63690_1969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338377597457088738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;HOY, TE ACUERDAS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;SE HABIA PUESTO MEJOR EL TIEMPO PARA QE NOS VEIRAMOS :X EXCATAMENTE EN 3 MINUSTOS Y UN POKITO MAS SERIA NUESTOR PRIMER BESO :$ TE ACUERDAS? PORQE A LAS 4.30 TENYAMOS QE DEVOLVERNOS A MI CASA. WO *-* Y MOMENTOS ANTES NOS ABIAMOS SAKADO UNAS FOTOS :$ AAAY PIPE TE QIERO TANTO :( ! AY RECUERDO TAN BIEN TODO LO QE PASO *-* COMO OLVIDARLO, SI SON MOMENTOS TAN LINDOS, AUN RECUERDO QE LUEGO DE ESE BESO LLORÉ PORQE TENYA MIEDO A QE SOLO FUERA ESA VEZ, QE DESPUES NO VOLVIERAMOS A VERNOS Y ESE FUERA EL FIN DE NUESTRA AMISTAD, PERO ERA UN MIEDITO TONTO PORQE A LOS DIS DESPUES VOLVIMOS A VERNOS Y TU TENIAS OTRA INTENSION :o :$ ME PEDIAS POLOLEO :$ Y YO DIJE QE SI *-* OOOOOOOOOU :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" class="Apple-converted-space" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;COMO ME DAN GANAS DE VERTE Y DE ABRASARTE Y BESARTE COMO ESA VEZ QE FUE LA PRIMERA :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAN RAPIDO PASO EL TIEMPO, PORQE TODAVIA SIENTO COMO SI HUBIERA SIO AYER *-* ESE BESO TAN RICO :$ ESE BESITO QE NOS UNIO *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-946656690467917084?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/946656690467917084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/946656690467917084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/21-de-mayo-2008-21-de-mayo-2009.html' title='21 De Mayo 2008  Nuestro Primer beso; Ha transcurrido un año'/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShW6JBVVQOI/AAAAAAAAABA/z8UXRzZR9Q8/s72-c/s1239381272_63690_1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143568487684546205.post-263323610562383478</id><published>2009-05-20T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:07:10.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No te dejan ver a la unica persona que haz amado :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShTOU8HUU9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQTAgh3-Qu8/s1600-h/Picture0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShTOU8HUU9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQTAgh3-Qu8/s320/Picture0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118317470405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Horrible la weaa :'( Esque cuano le dije a mi mamá que qeria ver al Felipe, fue tan raro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME DIJO QE NO :|&lt;/span&gt;   Me prohibe verlo, ose no podre volver a estar con él, la verdad no e podido sacarlo de mi mente y mas dificil aún qe mi mamá se interponga en lss cosa que quiero, todo este tiempo lejos a el me la e sufrido tnto, no porqe no pueda estr con el, sino el daño qe tieen, ese dolor y el sufrimiento qe le provoque junto a sus otros problemas, cuando ahora veia las fotos del muñeqo y la tota fue, y pensar qe antes de ayer cumplieron&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10 meses&lt;/span&gt;, y yo cumpli eso junto a mi ex pololo, qe deveriamos estar por cumplir 1 año en 5 dias mas !que faltando poco para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mañana 21 de mayo&lt;/span&gt; qe se cumpliria 1 año desde &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qe nos besamos por primera vez&lt;/span&gt;, haay no pudo evitar sufrir por todo esto, habia decidido rendirme a tanas cosas, ya dalo mismo, lo qe quiero es darle todo el amor qe me falto en tregarle al Pipe, pero justo ahora no puedo,¿ Porqué mamá? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Porque me prohibes verlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Se supone qe es mi decicion o no?&lt;/span&gt; Cuanto uno odia las indeciciones de uno mismo, pero aun más cuando tus deciciones no tienen niún grado de importancia porqe esa persona qe te sustenta, no le da importancia ni nada por el estilo. Se qe se preocupa por mí y quiere lo mejor, no quiere que sufra, ni menos qe rinda menos en el colegio, pero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ¿ Que le cuesta ponerse un poquito en el lugar? &lt;/span&gt;Yo quiero estar con él. Por la shusha hace rato qe toy llorando por esto, sin ninguna oportunidad, porque en el fondo tampoco me quiero escapar ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentirle&lt;/span&gt; a mi mamá. No es la idea :( pero como me duele esta situación ! Peor no puedo hacer nada :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143568487684546205-263323610562383478?l=b3rrygrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/263323610562383478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143568487684546205/posts/default/263323610562383478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rrygrr.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-te-dejan-ver-la-uncia-persona-que.html' title='No te dejan ver a la unica persona que haz amado :&apos;('/><author><name>Jesu Sepulveda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072871870994116142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/TBl4aId1XnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VGyx4V9pT2o/S220/IMG_0301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PDimNXS_w/ShTOU8HUU9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQTAgh3-Qu8/s72-c/Picture0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
