<?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-10833647</id><updated>2011-12-19T19:02:57.694-04:00</updated><category term='Quisqueya'/><category term='política'/><category term='protesta'/><category term='picture'/><category term='vacaciones'/><category term='revolución 1965'/><category term='Project 365'/><category term='amistad'/><category term='papi'/><category term='san valentin'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='experiencia'/><category term='stardust movie'/><category term='love'/><category term='Santo Domingo viaje'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Gabbie's Pensieve</title><subtitle type='html'>From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. 
‘After all this time?’ 
‘Always.’ said Snape.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-680476636416709039</id><published>2011-12-19T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:02:57.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>So, I got my wish, I saw you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you all day, and even though I was having a good time, the hole in my heart did not close, it was there, tantalizing me. It exhausts me sometimes and I just need to come home, so after spending the day with the buggies that's what I did. I just needed to come home and let it out... and when I opened the door, oh! when I opened the door, the shock was just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do so many things at once, and then I remembered. I was happy and confused (so confused) and I didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although it hurts not to know what's going to happen, there's a little light shining on, at the very end, almost indistinguishable, but my heart is holding on to that little light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I love you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday. I thought this would be the first birthday I wasn't going to be able to hold you close. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-680476636416709039?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/680476636416709039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/680476636416709039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/680476636416709039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3732636986089268879</id><published>2011-12-17T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:03:22.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>Waiting for a sign, anything, to let me know it's really not that easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't believe my happily ever after is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3732636986089268879?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3732636986089268879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3732636986089268879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3732636986089268879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4079195381258621628</id><published>2011-12-16T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:01:29.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo unas ganas</title><content type='html'>De preguntarte si te hago un chin de falta, si en las noches abrazas tu almohada y pretendes que soy yo. Quisiera preguntarte si en el dia no te hace falta oir mi voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ganas de preguntarte como te fue hoy, y escucharte decirme todo. Que ganas de decirte lo orgullosa que estoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hace falta tocarte la cara y decirte te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime si te sientes tan perdido como yo, si sonries para que no noten tus ojos cansados, tu corazon roto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4079195381258621628?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4079195381258621628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/tengo-unas-ganas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4079195381258621628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4079195381258621628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/tengo-unas-ganas.html' title='Tengo unas ganas'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2976634874506654653</id><published>2011-12-15T17:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:50:32.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Te veo venir soledad</title><content type='html'>que las noches no tienen final&lt;br /&gt;que la vida sin ti no me vale de na'&lt;br /&gt;otro golpe para el corazon&lt;br /&gt;que dejaste tirado aqui en este rincon&lt;br /&gt;te veo venir soledad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2976634874506654653?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2976634874506654653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/presents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2976634874506654653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2976634874506654653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/presents.html' title='Te veo venir soledad'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6082358727410748734</id><published>2011-12-14T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:44:13.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>There's a hole in my chest, where my heart used to be, that fills up when I turn the key. And then it deflates and disappears as the loneliness creeps in. You're not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele - Make you feel my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6082358727410748734?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/6082358727410748734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6082358727410748734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6082358727410748734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4333827071616229462</id><published>2011-12-13T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:32:25.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember...</title><content type='html'>...when the first and last thing we said to each other was "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you promised you would love me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4333827071616229462?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4333827071616229462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4333827071616229462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4333827071616229462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-remember.html' title='I remember...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2546046580693972086</id><published>2011-12-13T18:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:47:27.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never find another love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;You'll Never Find Another Love" - Michael Bublé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;You'll never find, as long as you live&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you tender like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll never find, no matter where you search&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares about you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'm not braggin' on myself, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the one who loves you&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one else! No one else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll never find, it'll take the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to understand you like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll never find the rhythm, the rhyme&lt;br /&gt;All the magic we shared, just us two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'm not tryin' to make you stay, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I know some how, some day, some way&lt;br /&gt;You are (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll never find another love like mine&lt;br /&gt;Someone who needs you like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see what you've found in me&lt;br /&gt;You'll keep searching and searching your whole life through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I don't wish you no bad luck, baby&lt;br /&gt;But there's no ifs and buts or maybes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna) You're gonna miss (miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;When it gets real cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know that you are gonna miss my lo-o-ove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that you're gonna miss my lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Yes you will, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')&lt;br /&gt;When I'm long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know that you are gonna miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&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/10833647-2546046580693972086?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2546046580693972086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/youll-never-find-another-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2546046580693972086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2546046580693972086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/youll-never-find-another-love.html' title='You&apos;ll never find another love'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-755780055127453595</id><published>2011-12-12T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:33:03.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I walked in...</title><content type='html'>I walked in for the first time to our apartment since last Tuesday. And even though I've walked in alone a thousand times before, I had never felt *alone* your presence was here, everywhere, and still, a little bit of that is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, your clothes, your shoes, but some things stayed with me: your old passport, some old id's, our wedding picture in my night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check your profile a million times a day, are you truly happy now? does your smile reach your eyes? I try looking for clues that you might still miss me, like I miss you. So far, no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk in, I find longing you so much, I sleep on your side of the bed hoping to get your scent, finding comfort in an old shirt of yours still hung on the closet. But you are gone. Your smile that makes me melt, your touch that blew me away, your embrace that makes me feel safe. That's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Antologia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-755780055127453595?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/755780055127453595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-walked-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/755780055127453595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/755780055127453595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-walked-in.html' title='I walked in...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-9132473475565024663</id><published>2011-12-10T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:59:46.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperaré</title><content type='html'>Esperar&amp;#233; a que sientas lo mismo que yo,&lt;br&gt;a que a la luna la mires del mismo color.&lt;br&gt;Esperar&amp;#233; que adivines mis versos de amor&lt;br&gt;y a que en mis brazos encuentres calor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esperar&amp;#233; a que vayas por donde yo voy,&lt;br&gt;a que tu alma me des como yo te la doy.&lt;br&gt;Esperar&amp;#233; a que aprendas de noche a so&amp;#241;ar,&lt;br&gt;a que de pronto me quieras besar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esperar&amp;#233; que las manos me quieras tomar,&lt;br&gt;que en tu recuerdo me quieras por siempre llevar,&lt;br&gt;que mi presencia sea el mundo que quieras sentir,&lt;br&gt;que un d&amp;#237;a no puedas sin mi amor vivir.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esperar&amp;#233; a que sientas nostalgia por m&amp;#237;,&lt;br&gt;a que me pidas que no me separe de t&amp;#237;.&lt;br&gt;Tal vez jam&amp;#225;s seas tu de m&amp;#237;&lt;br&gt;mas yo, mi amor, esperar&amp;#233;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-9132473475565024663?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/9132473475565024663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9132473475565024663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9132473475565024663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperare.html' title='Esperaré'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6573013958554579955</id><published>2011-12-09T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:46:13.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Sometimes kismet does happen... and I'm lucky enough to stumble on writings like this, at just the right time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;how to live alone.... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FEELING OF CONTROL OVER HER DESTINY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6573013958554579955?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/6573013958554579955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6573013958554579955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6573013958554579955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-woman.html' title='Every woman'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4619614844651292215</id><published>2011-05-13T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:37:48.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thepens-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002MTA0Z2&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I can't believe I'm turning &lt;s&gt;thirty&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;fifteen for the second time... or twenty-ten if you prefer... I still feel like I haven't grown up one bit, and I think I just might give up on the idea that I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan? no plan, I just know I'll probably get too depressed to do anything and will get wasted at home. Ha ha ha not likely. I want to go to Constanza, which is a little town in the center of the island. It's gorgeous and full of mountains. Living close to the beach is getting on my nerves, seeing as I never liked the beach in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still have to decide if I actually want a get-together at some bar or something and then go to Constanza... which sounds good since I miss taking my camera for a spin and I am just itching to get on a dirtbike. If I can do both on one single weekend I shall be a happy chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my friend Marcelle and I are trying to come up with a blog for book reviews. Seeing as I'm not taking good care of this one, it might be a good idea in order to kind of make me take up writing again. I miss it... and it's not that I don't have anything going on in my life, but it seems twitter is absorbing all my writing juices.... maybe if I create a habit of writing for real again I can get into writing here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very sad note, Hubby's grandmother passed away today. She was 93 years-old. It's scary to think I could possibly get to that age... and is it too bad of me to think that I don't? Ok, it's not like I'm suicidal, but 93.... wow it's just mind boggling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? How old do you want to be when you erm see the light?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4619614844651292215?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4619614844651292215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4619614844651292215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4619614844651292215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-again.html' title='15... again'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4419489914617492180</id><published>2011-03-18T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:13:12.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleaños</title><content type='html'>Otro año que las lágrimas apagan el deseo de celebrar. Otro año que no estás, otro año que me da rabia pensar en que nunca estarás. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es tu cumpleaños, y se que andarás celebrando allá arriba con mami, y sabe Dios que canchanchanes te habrás encontrado, casi te imagino en una reunión con dos o tres revolucionarios mirando nuestro país y maldiciéndo lo que está sucediendo... de verdad, vestido con tu típica chacabana y jeans... con tus lentazos y entre idea e idea, un sorbito de café. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algunas veces me parece que se me va tu voz, tu sonrisa. Pero solo tengo que cerrar los ojos e imaginarmelos, pero no es suficiente. Nunca lo será porque no eres tu. No es consuelo, tampoco. Pero no quiero preocuparte, quiero felicitarte. Que egoísta me siento porque no me importa lo que me digan lo único que quiero es que estés aquí conmigo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papi, te amo, te extraño. Esta vida, sólo es la mitad de mi vida porque me faltas tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4419489914617492180?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4419489914617492180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/03/feliz-cumpleanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4419489914617492180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4419489914617492180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/03/feliz-cumpleanos.html' title='Feliz Cumpleaños'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4130447610094962483</id><published>2011-03-08T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:16:15.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Día Internacional de la Mujer Trabajadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mnvalleynow.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/womens_history.gif?w=288&amp;amp;h=263"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 263px;" src="http://mnvalleynow.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/womens_history.gif?w=288&amp;amp;h=263" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me felicites por ser mujer, felicita a las miles que han hecho de su vida una misión de vida permitirme a mi tener un trabajo digno, por las que luchan día a día para eliminar las fronteras que tenemos por el simple hecho de tener un cromosoma X en vez de Y. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicítame porque honrando a ellas, las luchadoras, ejerzo mi derecho al voto. Felicítame porque hago de su lucha una vida plena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicitemos a esas que son etiquetadas como lesbianas, rabiosas, y solteronas que pelearon porque mi generación no estuviera relegada a ser ciudadanos de segunda categoría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Así que celebremos la labor que ellas han hecho. Conmemoremos (vite Alexei!) esta fecha como ellas merecen. Yo no quiero flores. Quiero igualdad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Image taken from: &lt;a href="http://becauseiamawoman.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/international-womens-day/"&gt;http://becauseiamawoman.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/international-womens-day/&lt;/a&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/10833647-4130447610094962483?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4130447610094962483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-de-la-mujer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4130447610094962483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4130447610094962483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-de-la-mujer.html' title='Día Internacional de la Mujer Trabajadora'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2134723323082725396</id><published>2010-03-29T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:42:29.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiencia'/><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>Cuando tenía 13 años, fui a un campamento de los Eclaireuses et Eclaireurs de France en Guadalupe, Antillas Menores. Era la primera vez que viajaba sola, sin más refuerzos que dos compañeros de la Alianza Francesa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi primera impresión de Guadalupe era que no era muy diferente a ir al Mercado Modelo, una vez uno se sobrepone del aroma (para ponerlo bonito), todo era una explosión de colores y sonidos extraños... sobretodo los sonidos. No sabía hablar mucho francés, y además me parecía que hablaban demasiado rápido, no podía captar más de dos o tres palabras en cada párrafo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El campamento era bastante rutinario, sin embargo dentro de la rutina, todo era nuevo y único. Fuimos a una isla virgen, donde acampamos por tres días y teníamos la responsabilidad de racionar el agua y la comida que habíamos llevado. Me entristece ahora que siendo una niña sumamente consentida, pasé mucho trabajo y quizás no aprecié entonces todo lo que estuvo a mi disposición en ese viaje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No me gustaba la comida, todo era excesivamente picante para mi, y encima todos los días servían SOPA! Pero hasta el día de hoy, nunca he probado un bagette ni un chocolate más delicioso del que probé allí. Cada día disfrutaba ese momento, viendo como la mantequilla se derretía en la suave masa del pan, y cuando lo mordía, crujiente por fuera, deliciosamente esponjoso por dentro, me dejaba sin pensamientos coherentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El chocolate por otro lado, era lo suficientemente dulce y caliente, era cremoso, y siempre se sentía fresco, nada de chocolate calentado en un microondas, era hecho diariamente en una gigantesca olla, con chocolate guayado y leche fresca de vaca. Toda una delicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre recuerdo lo mucho que aprendí de mi en esa experiencia. Extrañaba mucho los mimos de mi casa, pero al mismo tiempo crecí. Aprendí a valerme por mi misma, a hacer amigos, a relacionarme sin importar edad ni sexo. Aún recuerdo con un cariño inmenso a quienes me acogieron en su casa y me enseñaron el Guadalupe de verdad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deseo hacer algún día un viaje como ese, donde cada día explorabamos la isla, y cada día me conocía más. Quisiera perderme en una cultura, y disfrutar encontrandome a mi en el camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2134723323082725396?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2134723323082725396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/03/flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2134723323082725396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2134723323082725396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5871550028566257872</id><published>2010-01-10T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:25:58.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando se pierden las esperanzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Leyendo los periódicos del país parece leer una letanía de malas noticias una detrás de otra, busco entre ellas alguna luz de esperanza pero es inútil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El pueblo está cansado de leer sobre el último escándalo de narcotráfico, más aún de conocer que miembros del poder del estado están involucrados en ellos. Estamos cansados, desesperanzados. Queremos nuestro país de vuelta, queremos volver a sentirnos en un país libre, donde las leyes nos protejan, pero no nos limiten. Donde las medidas que se tomen afecten a los que andan por malos caminos pero no a los que respetamos las leyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos cansados, pero y qué? parece que poco a poco perdemos el espíritu de luchas por recuperar nuestra amada patria. Total, votamos por uno, votamos por todos y nada cambia. El color cambia pero no el hambre del poder, del control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necesitamos un cambio y no sabemos dónde encontrar un líder. No sabemos ya dónde encontrar el switch que prenda la luz. No hay luz al final del túnel parece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué legado le dejamos a nuestros hijos? Que luchar, respetar, y ser honestos aquí no sirve para nada, que para ser alguien aquí hay que tener dinero... y el medio para obtenerlo es lo de menos, haz lo sea, pero tienes que tener la última jeepeta del año, el último BB que salió al mercado, darte tu viajecito una, dos ó tres veces al año.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por qué camino vamos? Dónde pararemos? Oh Chapulín! Dónde estás cuando más te necesitamos!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5871550028566257872?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5871550028566257872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuando-se-pierden-las-esperanzas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5871550028566257872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5871550028566257872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuando-se-pierden-las-esperanzas.html' title='Cuando se pierden las esperanzas'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1625895873487286802</id><published>2010-01-09T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:32:13.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's resolutions</title><content type='html'>Instead of writting a list of  boring resolutions I know I won't accomplish I'm going to do a simple one that I had started but had to drop because I was missing a real important component.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I didn't have a camera, that's why I had to let go of the Project 365, so now I'm starting again since I have a spanking new one :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link... &lt;a href="http://gabbie205.tumblr.com"&gt;gabbie205.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; Please visit, comment, whatever :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... I know I have this blog lost and forgotten, but don't worry it's one of the things I have in mind for this year. I miss writing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing. My friend Marcelle is sorta doing her own Project 365.. with words instead of pictures. She's set to write 500 words EVERYDAY for this year. I guess I'm beating her to it since a picture is worth a thousand words hahahaha anyways here's her blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsforayear.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;http://wordsforayear.blogspot.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yeah yeah, no worries marc, no one reads this hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1625895873487286802?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1625895873487286802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1625895873487286802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1625895873487286802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3184944355824887752</id><published>2009-08-11T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:16:13.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>90 Year Old Woman's Advice</title><content type='html'>I would recommend everyone reading this... you don't have to forward it, nothing will happen if you do or don't. Just read, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written." My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it..&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you, really does make you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3184944355824887752?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3184944355824887752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/08/90-year-old-womans-advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3184944355824887752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3184944355824887752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/08/90-year-old-womans-advice.html' title='90 Year Old Woman&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1539426433289446422</id><published>2009-07-30T14:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:20:15.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHj8hz1KrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tkh1jwuyhgw/s1600-h/inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364319260182391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHj8hz1KrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tkh1jwuyhgw/s320/inspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we need a little motivation to carry on with our days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may come from kind words of encouragement by a loved one. A curious wink by a stranger, or in days like this, a simple call 5 minutes after you leave saying "I love you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making my load easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1539426433289446422?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1539426433289446422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1539426433289446422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1539426433289446422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHj8hz1KrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/tkh1jwuyhgw/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5706179376374477008</id><published>2009-07-30T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:18:46.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Project 365... several days: P</title><content type='html'>Day 5: I'm not feeling very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302451751279026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUqJhkWbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cE2qPI6lOVs/s320/Photo+0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Another one of my nieces... Lia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUrP7KLoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/y150BfE45Vw/s1600-h/Photo+0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302454096080194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUqSQnLUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZpE7-kMJ_EI/s320/Photo+0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Going home!! Bridge&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302461555056306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUquC-HrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kGcZ9a8ipzY/s320/Photo+0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: I was bored at the salon, I cut my hair... not my brightest hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302466235836626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUq_e9KNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hl0J7wfGhWE/s320/Photo+0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: Trying out the camera with bad lighting...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302470649097858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUrP7KLoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/y150BfE45Vw/s320/Photo+0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5706179376374477008?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5706179376374477008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-several-days-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5706179376374477008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5706179376374477008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-several-days-p.html' title='Project 365... several days: P'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SnHUqJhkWbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cE2qPI6lOVs/s72-c/Photo+0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5432690211792639831</id><published>2009-07-23T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:34:51.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Project 356 = Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmjU_ngzyhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sxkcO3oJnWA/s1600-h/Photo+0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769545788017170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmjU_ngzyhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sxkcO3oJnWA/s320/Photo+0087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmi Raikk~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5432690211792639831?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5432690211792639831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-356-day-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5432690211792639831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5432690211792639831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-356-day-4.html' title='Project 356 = Day 4'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmjU_ngzyhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sxkcO3oJnWA/s72-c/Photo+0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4340054804671562686</id><published>2009-07-22T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:57:26.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Project 365= Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In summer, the song sings itself.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Carlos Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Playing Snaps... DR Style: 2 of my nephews playing in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361452356395204306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/Sme0gw8d_tI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qiqRgBtBIdI/s320/Photo+0079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4340054804671562686?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4340054804671562686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4340054804671562686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4340054804671562686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-3.html' title='Project 365= Day 3'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/Sme0gw8d_tI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qiqRgBtBIdI/s72-c/Photo+0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5897821962924801891</id><published>2009-07-21T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:44:10.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Project 365 = Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let the rain kiss you, let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby"&lt;br /&gt;Langston Hughes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360970371276687746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmX-JidXSYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tLV5roMnllg/s320/100_0503%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5897821962924801891?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5897821962924801891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5897821962924801891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5897821962924801891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-2.html' title='Project 365 = Day 2'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmX-JidXSYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tLV5roMnllg/s72-c/100_0503%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8480938915822631908</id><published>2009-07-20T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:53:04.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Project 365 = Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Imagine being able to look back at any day of your year and recall what you did, who you met, what you learned… (Often we find it hard to remember what we did just yesterday or even last night, let alone a whole year ago!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that's what I'm doing... starting today, I'll take a picture that will capture my mood/life at the moment. Hopefully I'll be able to keep it up!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So pic of the day!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360574851445074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmSWbQRGqOI/AAAAAAAAAas/boEg8rSpB5M/s320/Picture+016.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8480938915822631908?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8480938915822631908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8480938915822631908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8480938915822631908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-365-day-1.html' title='Project 365 = Day 1'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SmSWbQRGqOI/AAAAAAAAAas/boEg8rSpB5M/s72-c/Picture+016.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3334338853035190084</id><published>2009-07-10T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:51:33.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do we turn to the right ... or the left?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we take the high road ... or the low road?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kit McCallum - The Road Less Travelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say experience is something you get the moment after you've needed it, and it's true. Those decisions, wether they lead to something awsome or awful make us who we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see, life is all about the choices we make, we just have to be aware that they not only affect us, but everyone surrounding us and those who aren't even in our lives for the ride. You have to be able to, in spite of the many mistakes you might make, look yourself in the mirror in 50 or 60 years and say... "yes, I'd do it all over again".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Live... with no regrets... with dignity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3334338853035190084?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3334338853035190084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-what-happens-when-youre-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3334338853035190084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3334338853035190084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-what-happens-when-youre-busy.html' title='Life is what happens when you&apos;re busy making other plans'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-175384581534840266</id><published>2009-07-08T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:19:25.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funfreakshow</title><content type='html'>Apparently I am not alone (no pun intended), in being sick and tired of MJ's funefreakshow. No doubt CNN's coverage (exclusive AEG copyright thank you very much!) changed the way news are being covered... wait, what? news? the death of a popstar? I think someone needs to check their priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, at least the funefreakshow memorial was exactly what his life was: a circus. Why would they put his kids (the same ones that for the past decade have been living in almost complete secrecy) on a stage (yes, it was heartbreaking!) I think it was inapropiate and completely against what he had done during his short time as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry that Michael passed away (who isn't?) I feel sorry that he wasn't able to make his comeback and show the world why he is (and will always be remembered) as the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing was ridiculous and very disrespectful. You don't think so? Just how many times did you see Michael parading his kids around town so everyone could take a look... remember all the masks?... So why did his family feel the need to put them on stage and have that little girl give that heartbreaking speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to his kids. I hope the rest of them can do a soulsearching session and figure out what is really best for those three now orphaned-kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-175384581534840266?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/175384581534840266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/funfreakshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/175384581534840266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/175384581534840266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/funfreakshow.html' title='The Funfreakshow'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8187534302939194857</id><published>2009-07-07T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:53:04.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah...</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging elsewhere for a little while, I really feel like someone else is living in my body right now (no, my eggo is not preggo!) I just needed venting, and not necesarily blog it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I'm back... with a vengeance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on True Blood... I think I might have a thing for vampires hahaha I just watched the 3rd episode... I'm just going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... how fucking hot is Eric!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8187534302939194857?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8187534302939194857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8187534302939194857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8187534302939194857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-yeah.html' title='yeah yeah...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-7844025593092712089</id><published>2009-01-19T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:25:02.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sebastian</title><content type='html'>La primera vez que te ví, no podía creer que finalmente estabas aquí. Al fin conocí la personita que pateaba desde el vientre de mi hermana y que durante meses observábamos a través de las sonografías como crecía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que te miré por largo rato en lo que me animaba a cargarte, te veías bien saludable, pero al mismo tiempo tan delicado, tan pequeñito que tenía miedo de hacer algo mal. Es increíble lo mucho que uno puede llegar a querer a otro ser en tan poco tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días pasaron, y pronto comenzaste a gatear, a decir tus primeras palabras, a ganarte a todos con tu sonrisa perenne. Fuiste un bebé hermoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que fue ayer que fuiste por primera vez al colegio, que chulo te veías, en tu uniforme, con tu lonchera... todo un hombrecito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Enmanuel, eres y serás siempre mi niño querido, quiero que sepas que siempre estás siempre en mis pensamientos y en mis oraciones. Te deseo en este día tan especial, mucha salud, mucha felicidad, muchas sonrisas y mucho amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro mi sobrino querido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-7844025593092712089?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/7844025593092712089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-sebastian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7844025593092712089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7844025593092712089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-sebastian.html' title='Para Sebastian'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2316967272150547405</id><published>2009-01-16T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:37:55.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papi'/><title type='text'>Enero 15, 1992</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SXEaFsZB7zI/AAAAAAAAAYA/dJgRfs5hv-s/s1600-h/PICT0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292039722254855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SXEaFsZB7zI/AAAAAAAAAYA/dJgRfs5hv-s/s200/PICT0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La fecha que sin duda ha marcado mi vida completa, la fecha que me hizo crecer, que me hizo odiar, que me hizo sentir cosas que nunca antes había sentido. Lo recuerdo todo... incluso la hora en que te escuché por última vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que perdí a mi papá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que perdí mis mejores sonrisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años me conformo con recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que me robaron mi héroe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que atesoro cada recuerdo que me ofrecen de él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que siento un vacío en el corazón que nada puede llenar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años y aún lloro como si fuera ayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 17 años que me faltas tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2316967272150547405?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2316967272150547405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/enero-15-1992.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2316967272150547405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2316967272150547405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/enero-15-1992.html' title='Enero 15, 1992'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SXEaFsZB7zI/AAAAAAAAAYA/dJgRfs5hv-s/s72-c/PICT0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5206240854620978470</id><published>2009-01-14T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:42:36.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo va como el cangrejo</title><content type='html'>Leer las noticias se ha convertido para mi una novela de misterio, muertes y venganza. Parece más una serie de cuentos salidos de la imaginación macabra de algún personaje obscuro, que de la vida real.&lt;br /&gt;Se me hace cada vez más dificil leer sobre los conflictos de medio oriente, en medio de oraciones a Dios, suplicando por los inocentes que se encuentran sin saber para que lado correr. Pero lo que más me parte el alma son los niños, que tienen que vivir diariamente en una sociedad donde el odio y la Ley de Hamurabi son la norma... y repito...&lt;br /&gt;Es humanidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35BIwOSGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtwYpJ2pASs/s1600-h/Gallery-Children-victims--011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291158935155132514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35BIwOSGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtwYpJ2pASs/s200/Gallery-Children-victims--011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Suhaib Salem/Reuters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35BCE4QgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bIQ_v0sAdf0/s1600-h/Gallery-Children-victims--008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291158933362721282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35BCE4QgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bIQ_v0sAdf0/s200/Gallery-Children-victims--008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Ismail Zaydah /Reuters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35A9j5G7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/YWXxeuKpjlg/s1600-h/Gallery-Children-victims--001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291158932150623154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35A9j5G7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/YWXxeuKpjlg/s200/Gallery-Children-victims--001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Fadi Adwan /Getty Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35A5RZvAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cP97H5pCwKc/s1600-h/Gallery-Children-victims--002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291158930999327746" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35A5RZvAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cP97H5pCwKc/s200/Gallery-Children-victims--002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Ashraf Amra/AP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fotos gracias a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Guardian.co.uk"&gt;Guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5206240854620978470?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5206240854620978470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-mundo-va-como-el-cangrejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5206240854620978470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5206240854620978470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-mundo-va-como-el-cangrejo.html' title='El mundo va como el cangrejo'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SW35BIwOSGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtwYpJ2pASs/s72-c/Gallery-Children-victims--011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3380988194091323382</id><published>2009-01-13T10:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:08:27.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pereza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SWys5g1L0fI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Lf0KCHQ0tJc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290793766319018482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SWys5g1L0fI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Lf0KCHQ0tJc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pereza: costumbre adquirida de descansar antes del cansancio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estas últimas semanas, que no he estado trabajando, he sentido un cansancio tremendo. Todos los días cuando suena la alarma, SE que me tengo que levantar... pero prefiero evitar la fatiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Espero que ahora con el ejercicio que estoy haciendo (y con el trabajo al horizonte) se me quite un poco esta pesadez de ser yo, donde el aburrimiento está en el primer orden, pero ay! hacer algo... por qué? ya ni salir quiero, prefiero quedarme acurrucada con Kimi, tranquila mirando una buena película. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya quisiera recibir nuevamente "la llamada", pero que me den una fecha de inicio!, para ver si me obligo a activarme un poco (y sí, también lo puse en mi lista de resoluciones para el año 2009). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quisiera también poder seguirles escribiendo pero... prefiero evitar la fatiga ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3380988194091323382?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3380988194091323382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/pereza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3380988194091323382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3380988194091323382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/pereza.html' title='Pereza'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SWys5g1L0fI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Lf0KCHQ0tJc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5341280027715872831</id><published>2009-01-10T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:39:19.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya'/><title type='text'>Toy JARTA!</title><content type='html'>Toy jarta también de los indultos, insultos, y de la indiferencia de mi presidente y de la mayoría de sus funcionarios ante la realidad dominicana. Toy jarta y quiero hacer algo por la clase media que desaparece y la clase pobre empobreciéndose más. Toy jarta de aguantar abusos por parte de los que creen que tienen poder, y que no se enteran que MIS IMPUESTOS pagan por la jeepeta, por la casa de Romana, por los bonches de sus hijos de aquel lado del charco... sabiendo que nunca podré tener acceso a ellos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy jarta de aguantar y aguantar y no decir nada, toy jarta de quedarme boquiabierta leyendo las noticias o escuchando la radio, toy JARTA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... así que hoy a las 3pm, estaré en el Parque Independencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5341280027715872831?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.toyjarto.com' title='Toy JARTA!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5341280027715872831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/toy-jarta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5341280027715872831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5341280027715872831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/toy-jarta.html' title='Toy JARTA!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2461762523287166172</id><published>2009-01-09T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:00:36.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>Pidiendo curitas para Gaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewip.net/contributors/peace-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thewip.net/contributors/peace-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchos pedimos y rogamos a Dios por que haya una resolución pacífica en &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaza_Strip"&gt;Gaza&lt;/a&gt;, pidiendo un milagro en un mundo donde el cinismo y la incredulidad son parte importante del diario vivir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo hago lo propio y también le pido a Dios, Jehová, Alá y todos los santos y vírgenes porque se deje de asesinar vilmente a cientos de niños, mujeres y hombres que nada tienen que ver con esta guerra territorial entre Israel y los Hammas o Palestina, dependiendo del noticiero que miren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me apena la sociedad en que vivimos, me rehúso a llamarla humanidad, porque no es cierto que si tuvieramos una pizca de sentir humano hicieramos lo que le hacemos a nuestros hermanos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Así que me uno a la corriente que clama por una resolución pacífica y DEFINITIVA en Gaza, pongamos primeros los inocentes, pongamos primero la paz... que la guerra nunca es en pro de la paz... la guerra es en pro de grandes egos y pocos corazones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2461762523287166172?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2461762523287166172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/pidiendo-curitas-para-gaza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2461762523287166172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2461762523287166172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/pidiendo-curitas-para-gaza.html' title='Pidiendo curitas para Gaza'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4644545824460906919</id><published>2009-01-08T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:38:58.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amistad'/><title type='text'>Feliz 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://explikme.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/121607-1529-ennavidadya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 645px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://explikme.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/121607-1529-ennavidadya1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les deseo que tengan la fuerza de hacer lo correcto en sus vidas. De tener la voluntad real de la solución, de pensar en el futuro y actuar en el presente. Deseo contra lo imposible que nuestros gobernantes se apiaden del pueblo. Que la justicia si existe, haga lo que tenga que hacer contra los que marchitan los sueños de los niños, contra los que pisotean cualquier indicio de decencia y contra los que contribuyen a que nuestro país no sea más aquel hermoso paraíso que describe Pedro Mir en su poesía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4644545824460906919?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4644545824460906919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4644545824460906919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4644545824460906919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html' title='Feliz 2009'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-7870291803118295391</id><published>2008-12-23T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:39:53.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya'/><title type='text'>De insultos, desarmes y otros relajos</title><content type='html'>La mañana de hoy fue diferente... cierto que prendí el Gobierno de la Mañana, más por costumbre que con gusto, es el primer pique del día, siempre es así, porque aunque trate de cogerlo con calma, la estupidez que exhiben algunos de los comentaristas me llegan a desesperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqué fue diferente? por la noticia del insulto (porque eso es lo que es en realidad) de la Lubrano. Que relajo de país, que decepción por parte de mi presidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una decepción que en este país se vean este tipo de cosas, es que realmente no es el PLD que fundó el profesor, el pobre ha de estar revolcándose en su tumba, su espíritu me lo imagino vagando por la casa nacional buscando algun trazo de lo que fue su ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me uno a los bloggeros dominicanos con un blog vestido de luto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero vuelvo a lo mismo que hace un tiempo dije: Necesitamos una revolución real, por parte de los jóvenes, por parte de una generación que teniendo conocimientos de como debe funcionar el mundo, por parte de nosotros que tenemos el privilegio de vivir en una aldea global, y que me rehúso a pensar que sólo la utilicemos para banalidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros somos los que debemos hacer algo para que nuestros hijos puedan disfrutar del país que somos en realidad... porque este relajo... este relajo no es Quisqueya... es Leoneland....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-7870291803118295391?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/7870291803118295391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-insultos-desarmes-y-otros-relajos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7870291803118295391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7870291803118295391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-insultos-desarmes-y-otros-relajos.html' title='De insultos, desarmes y otros relajos'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2578729239987500744</id><published>2008-10-10T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:43:22.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el 2 + 1</title><content type='html'>Soy yo, o eso de que hay que pagar dos meses de depósito más uno adicional de "comisión" suena extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mí, y es mi humilde opinión, la comisión es el beneficio que obtiene un agente de ventas o relacionado por finalizar una venta (o alquiler en este caso) y aquí yace mi disyuntiva: Porqué, si yo soy la que hago mi trabajo de búsqueda de un apartamento, fui a verlo y todo, YO tengo que pagar por el agente que simplemente fue a mostrarlo. Esa parte le debe corresponder a quien busca a un agente de bienes raíces porque no puede estar enseñando el lugar y haciendo ese trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa, si estoy lidiando directamente con el/la dueñ@ del lugar, porqué hay que pagar comisión? Yo no sé si a ustedes le parece extraña la noción que uno pague por un servicio que le están haciendo a otra persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHORA, si yo contrato un agente de bienes raíces para haga todo el proceso de búsqueda de lugar, narrow down los lugares que a mi me podrían interesar y negocien precios por mí, pues bueno, ahí tendría mucho sentido que yo le pague por un servicio que me hizo a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto hay que ver si las autoridades pueden hacer algo, porque para mí está REQUETE MAL que le anden cobrando por cosas que uno no recibe. Los dueños de los apartamento deben sacarle sus chelitos a los agentes de lo que reciben de uno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueden si, ponerlo un 2 + 1 que sean los dos depósitos, más un mes por adelantado, eso si tiene sentido, y también sería mucho mejor para los bolsillos de los arrendatarios que decidan luego buscar otra casa/apartamento/chinchorro/parte atrás...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2578729239987500744?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2578729239987500744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-2-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2578729239987500744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2578729239987500744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-2-1.html' title='el 2 + 1'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4762113647422348347</id><published>2008-09-27T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:08.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Este mundo va...</title><content type='html'>Me parece que en algun momento mi vida comenzara... que todo esto no es real, y que realmente hay un propósito mayor que ver pasar los días entre trabajo y universidad y que algo muy importante sucederá. Pero luego me acuerdo que no... que esto es, sin ensayos generales ni nada, ésta es la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, es esto lo que quiero? estar un sábado a las 9.21pm escribiendo en un blog sin espectadores, terminando una chiripa por aquí, y de paso empezar las tareas que había dejado para mañana, atendiendo los apuntes de la visita al Barrio Chino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero, no sé, más, mucho más que mantenerme simplemente a flote, y hacer algo que al final de mis días pueda estar orgullosa de mi legado; algo me dice que para ser revolucionario, sería bueno unos chelitos en ahorro y luego salir a cambiar el mundo... porque con esta crisis ya ni en los campos te brindan el innegable vasito de agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, el mundo seguirá dando vueltas, y por más confusa que esté y por más preocupada esté tratando de encontrar el botón de pausa, sospecho que me pasarán los días como este sábado... trabajando, estudiando y pasando los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! que diría papi?? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4762113647422348347?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4762113647422348347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/09/este-mundo-va.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4762113647422348347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4762113647422348347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/09/este-mundo-va.html' title='Este mundo va...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4643671862879500080</id><published>2008-08-11T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:41:17.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisqueya'/><title type='text'>Tal como Don Pedro y Doña Marilú</title><content type='html'>Yo pago mi luz, pero me pregunto: porqué tengo desde que pasaron las elecciones sin dormir bien por to los apagones???... porqué si yo pago a tiempo anoche tuvimos tremendo apagón sólo para que nos dieran una hora de luz entre 4 y 5 de la mañana????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ni sé que pensar, me parece que ese anuncio está mal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pido 24 horas de luz, pero al menos suficiente como para poder echar un sueñito en las noches...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4643671862879500080?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4643671862879500080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/08/tal-como-don-pedro-y-doa-maril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4643671862879500080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4643671862879500080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/08/tal-como-don-pedro-y-doa-maril.html' title='Tal como Don Pedro y Doña Marilú'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1108265034268771968</id><published>2008-08-04T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:47:44.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de Felices por Siempre</title><content type='html'>A quién no le gustan esas historias de "Y vivieron felices por siempre"? Son esas historias que nos hacen salir del cine, o cerrar un libro sintiéndonos extrañamente contentos por un relato que nada tiene que ver con nuestra realidad, con personajes sacados de la imaginación de algún o alguna escritor o escritora, mientras ya le quedaban pocas cosas que decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en la vida real eso no existe, no existe la pregunta de que habrá pasado luego de ese maravilloso beso en una torre, en una celebración por lo grande. Al día después que termina la luna de miel nos encontramos viviendo lo que será nuestra nueva vida, comienzan las nuevas rutinas que conformarán el día a día, las travesuras, los nuevos retos... las nuevas aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en un momento siempre decimos... espero por que... espero que... no podemos ahora por que... ¿Qué exactamente esperamos? ¿Una señal que nos diga que es el momento adecuado? ¿Tener X cantidad de dinero, de títulos en la pared... del trabajo perfecto? Cuando menos nos lo imaginamos, de tanto esperar la vida se nos pasa por el lado y no nos damos cuenta que miles de señales pequeñas nos decían que no había que seguir esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida no es un ensayo, dicen por ahí siempre, pero a nosotros se nos olvida que ahora es el mejor momento de dejar los planes de lado y perseguir eso que queremos. Que valoremos a los que nos rodean, porque la verdad que no sabemos cuanto tiempo nos queda junto con ellos. No esperemos más por lo que sabemos que queremos más que nada... no esperemos a que la vida nos cambie los planes de repente y que vivamos en el ... y que sería si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No esperemos que llegue el final feliz, hazlo tu cada día porque la vida no es lo que alguien más escribe, no es tan sencillo como decir buena o mala, feliz o triste, la vida es una cadena de cosas buenas y malas, de momentos felices y de desesperanza, de sonrisas y lágrimas que entrelazadas dejan testimonios de nuestra huella en el mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1108265034268771968?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1108265034268771968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/08/propsito-de-felices-por-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1108265034268771968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1108265034268771968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/08/propsito-de-felices-por-siempre.html' title='A propósito de Felices por Siempre'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-873450929712102420</id><published>2008-07-25T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:18:35.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stardust movie'/><title type='text'>Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SIoKTyz0w7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/MsxNc2iQync/s1600-h/stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227001652689814450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SIoKTyz0w7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/MsxNc2iQync/s400/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay películas de acción, de fantasía, de amor, comedias... y hay algunas que al tener todos estos elementos tan finamente relacionados solo podemos decir que son de accifantamoredias.... jiji una nueva para el Diccionario de la Real Academia de la Lengua Española.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La película es sobre un joven llamado Tristan Thorn, que está perdidamente enamorado de Victoria, y al ella confesarle que piensa casarse con el apuesto Humpfrey (después que él va hasta Ipswich a buscar su anillo, pos ni modo!) el le promete que le traerá como regalo de cumpleaños una estrella fugaz que vieron caer. Para hacerlo, el tiene que cruzar la Pared que divide el pueblo de The Wall, que está custodiada por un viejito de unos 97 años. La historia entonces se desarrolla en un mundo mágico del cual los habitantes de The Wall no tienen ni la menor idea que existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo interesante de la película es que todos y cada uno de sus personajes están bien desarrollados, Robert De Niro... ay! nunca lo voy a poder tomar en serio después de esta película! se robó el show realmente... Michelle Pfeiffer hace un papel extraordinario con su bruja. Lo que más me gustó fue que las escenas de amor no eran melosas, las de comedias el toque exacto, acción suficiente para mantenernos interesados, tragedia para sacar unas lagrimitas, la crueldad no era tan excesiva y el guión excelente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les recomiendo ver Stardust, para que se alegren un poquito el día :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To err is human, to ARRGH is pirate" Capitan Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-873450929712102420?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/873450929712102420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/stardust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/873450929712102420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/873450929712102420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/stardust.html' title='Stardust'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SIoKTyz0w7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/MsxNc2iQync/s72-c/stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3241115579655794153</id><published>2008-07-17T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:37:07.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>"¿Y si antes de empezar lo que hay que hacer, empezamos lo que tendríamos que haber hecho?"  Mafalda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3241115579655794153?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3241115579655794153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3241115579655794153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3241115579655794153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6875928761935558075</id><published>2008-07-04T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:48:56.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Si ya no puede ir peor&lt;br /&gt;haz un último esfuerzo&lt;br /&gt;espera que sople el viento, a favor&lt;br /&gt;Ya sólo puede ir mejor&lt;br /&gt;y está cerca el momento&lt;br /&gt;espera que sople el viento, a favor”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6875928761935558075?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6410154838935725131</id><published>2008-07-04T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:45:15.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the world to change</title><content type='html'>La Comisión de los Derechos Humanos es muy rápida en acusar al país sobre el trato que dan a los criminales de este país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero que ellos me digan a mi, que me expliquen ¿DONDE ESTABAN MIS DERECHOS HUMANOS cuando a mi me robaron? ¿Dónde están ellos ahora que siento miedo en mi casa, que era mi refugio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo exijo que ellos le den cuentas a la población sobre los derechos humanos de los cientos que todos los días temen salir de sus casas a sus trabajos, a los colegios y universidades por miedo a los criminales que andan sueltos por ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los derechos de esos animales que oprimen a todos aquellos que están dentro de las leyes, que cumplen con las normas de la sociedad y que hacen bien cada día... no pueden ser iguales... no pueden ser tratados como personas cuando sus acciones dicen algo totalmente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es posible que un animal que haga tanto daño físico y sicológico sea tratado con los mismos derechos que yo... no lo concibo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6410154838935725131?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/6410154838935725131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-on-world-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6410154838935725131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6410154838935725131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Waiting on the world to change'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8532512064692724852</id><published>2008-06-10T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:57:39.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SE6WAugWiwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zeII1UZWeWw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266758142135042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SE6WAugWiwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zeII1UZWeWw/s400/untitled.bmp" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu que te levantas junto conmigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te acuestas junto a mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me llevas cafecito en la mañana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y un besito al dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu que te desvives por una sonrisa mía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y que sufres con mis lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ti, porque eres la felicidad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tu mano y la mía encajan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo, por mil razones, y todo por algo tan sencillo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres mi complemento perfecto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo porque cuando me miras veo mi futuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque cuando no estás te siento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo... a tí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8532512064692724852?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8532512064692724852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/06/ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8532512064692724852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8532512064692724852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/06/ti.html' title='A ti'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SE6WAugWiwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zeII1UZWeWw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3026946178231678226</id><published>2008-05-25T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:49:32.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de las madres</title><content type='html'>Hoy es un día especialmente difícil para mí. Este es el día en que todo el mundo está contento celebrando con sus madres en su día... y es hoy uno de esos momentos en que desearía estar cerca de la mía... y celebrar junto con ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami fue para mi, un Norte muy especial; fuerte carácter para moldearnos para ser seres de bien cuando creciéramos, con unas manos muy suaves cuando caímos y necesitamos esas manos para reconfortarnos, y a la vez sumamente vulnerable. La veo como siempre la ví: con una sonrisa a flor de labios, esa carcajada nunca la olvido, porque nos envolvía a todos. La veo también cuando me regañaba, porque ahora más que nunca le doy la razón en todos y cada uno de esos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa figurita que nos enseñó a valernos por nosotros mismos, que nos enseñó sobre el perdón, la lealtad y el significado de amar, fue la que me demostró que el amor no muere cuando nuestra alma gemela se va... mami me enseñó que el amor, si es verdadero, en realidad todo lo puede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo la dicha de haber conocido a ese ser maravilloso, que nunca se dio por vencida. De haber conocido a alguien tan especial, porque nos hacía sentir que si podemos lograr todo lo que nos proponemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami... te amo, y siempre siempre te tengo presente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3026946178231678226?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3026946178231678226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-de-las-madres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3026946178231678226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3026946178231678226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-de-las-madres.html' title='Dia de las madres'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2156108082453418991</id><published>2008-05-22T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:49:30.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy...</title><content type='html'>Este año me propuse como meta algo muy difícil... empezar de nuevo, de cero. En muchas cosas que han pasado este año me siento que he ido cambiando... no creciendo poco a poco, pero he aprendido mucho. Algunas veces es mejor simplemente dejar que las cosas tomen su curso. Que forzar algunas veces hace que las cosas te salgan al revés y que es incluso más fácil y mejor no hacer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento que he hecho las paces con muchos conflictos que tenía en mi vida, desde el plano personal y como me relaciono, pasando por mi relación con Gianky que no puede estar mejor, y atando unos cuantos cabos sueltos que tenía. Lo más importante es el hecho de que ahora me siento más light (no de libras... sino de alma). Sólo me falta resolver cosas en el plano laboral, y ahi el círculo termina de cerrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi tía el día de mi cumpleaños, en su visita súper especial para verme, me dijo que nunca me había visto así... tan contenta con todo lo que está pasando en mi vida, y mientras observo, no tengo razones por las cuáles no estarlo. Mis amigos son pocos, pero son los mejores que nadie pudiera pedir, mi esposo es todo y más que puedo yo pedir, y mi familia aunque complicada es realmente especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy me di cuenta de algo, que bien es cierto aquella anécdota en que a un muchacho le dan una puerta y le dicen que cada vez que se incomode clave un clavo en ella y al final le dicen que los quite, pero se da cuenta que quedan los orificios que le hicieron los clavos. Y que aunque yo quiera que con un simple perdón todo se olvide, quedan muchas cosas que no se olvidan por más que uno quiera, y que no puedo forzar a olvidarlo todo. Quizás esa sea la única espinita que tenga ahora mismo que no deja de ser ignorada. Pero el tiempo dirá que pasará... el tiempo dirá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2156108082453418991?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2156108082453418991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2156108082453418991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2156108082453418991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoy.html' title='hoy...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-581157556531680644</id><published>2008-04-26T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:10:27.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta abierta a la CDEE y EDESUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hoy sabado nos pusimos en contacto con las oficinas comerciales de EDESUR debido a que hace 7 meses esta esperando por la instalacion de su contador. Le informaron que hay una orden de instalacion y que deberia de estar resuelto hoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quisiera aclarar que no tiene deuda de ningun tipo, sin embargo, en esta semana brigadas de EDESUR han pasado por la casa en horas en que las oficinas comerciales estan cerradas y cortan la luz. Me pregunto si este el trato que ofrecen a sus clientes que al contrario de muchos en este pais PAGAN a tiempo su consumo, que esta por todas las de la ley... hoy en la noche nos comunicamos nuevamente con EDESUR y nos informaron que hay que esperar al lunes para que instalen el contador. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Le informe a la joven quien me dijo que a las 8:04PM Sabado 26 de abril NO TENIAN SUPERVISOR DISPONIBLE.  De nuevo pregunto, este se trata en mi caso de un cliente que paga a tiempo y sin demoras... asi es que tratan a los pocos que estan conectados limpiamente, sin lineas de 220V en ningun lado, los que no buscan estar conectados ilegalmente porque no es lo correcto.&lt;br /&gt;Pero parece que como no es una persona de importancia (es decir, alguien que este pegado con el gobierno actual) entonces no importa.&lt;br /&gt;Es imposible que nadie crea en ustedes, que nadie cobre fe de que algun dia la situacion mejorara, de que a nadie le de gana de formalizar su situacion. Por que asi... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ES NINGUN PA LANTE QUE VAMOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-581157556531680644?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/581157556531680644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-abierta-la-cdee-y-edesur.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/581157556531680644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/581157556531680644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-abierta-la-cdee-y-edesur.html' title='Carta abierta a la CDEE y EDESUR'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3582700825868953508</id><published>2008-04-25T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:16:42.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las 5 Pelotitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBH1R1wWYJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Au8RvGBI0Us/s1600-h/lg-suzannesDiary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193201532171346066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBH1R1wWYJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Au8RvGBI0Us/s400/lg-suzannesDiary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un libro de James Patterson llamado "Suzanne´s Diary for Nicholas" que me encanta, trata sobre una muchacha que se llama Katie que tiene la relación perfecta con Matt, un poeta que vive en Martha´s Vineyard y que aparenta ser el hombre perfecto, pero de pronto un día el desaparece dejándole a Katie un diario. Resulta que el diario es de la esposa de Matt (aunque el jura que no está casado) a su hijo Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El diario es lo más enternecedor posible, es de una madre contándole de su vida a su recién nacido, y vemos como ella se maravilla cada segundo con él. Katie, obviamente devastada comienza a leer sobre la esposa de Matt, cómo ellos se conocieron y a través de las páginas del diario se comienza a encariñar con ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo más importante de éste libro es la lección que deja. Todos tenemos 5 pelotitas en el aire en nuestras vidas: salud, trabajo, familia, amigos e integridad, y de como de estas cinco, sólo una (el trabajo) es de goma y rebota, las remanentes son de vidrio, y aunque puede que en un momento descuides una y no se rompa, por siempre llevará las marcas de la caida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces ponemos por delante el trabajo y dejamos atrás las demás pelotitas, no sabiendo que las más preciadas son ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro es uno de esos libros que cada vez que lo lees se le renuevan las esperanzas en el amor, la lealtad, la comprensión y el perdón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Les dejo con un parrafito del libro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dear Nicholas, my little prince—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were years and years when I wondered if I would ever be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I had a recurring daydream that it would be so wonderful and wise to make a videotape every year for my children and tell them who I was, what I thought about, how much I loved them, what I worried about, the things that thrilled me, made me laugh or cry, made me think in new ways. And, of course, all my most personal secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have treasured such videotapes if my mother and father had recorded them each year, to tell me who they were, what they felt about me and the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3582700825868953508?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3582700825868953508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-5-pelotitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3582700825868953508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3582700825868953508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-5-pelotitas.html' title='Las 5 Pelotitas'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBH1R1wWYJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Au8RvGBI0Us/s72-c/lg-suzannesDiary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-7463327635123655641</id><published>2008-04-24T11:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:29:39.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolución 1965'/><title type='text'>¡Quisqueya unida jamás será vencida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzi1wWYHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6C20H-RRSUw/s1600-h/mitin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847781484978290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzi1wWYHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6C20H-RRSUw/s400/mitin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A 43 años de la Revolución de Abril de 1965, nos hayamos ante un país que se siente derrotado, a los pies de Estados Unidos y sin una visión clara sobre lo que nos espera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzilwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DzgWsHZ1PsQ/s1600-h/65embaja.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este hecho tan importante para la historia dominicana no es recordado, ni se le da la relevancia que merece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando la historia (y qué tan reciente es ésta!) de la Revuelta de 1965, es difícil que los partidos que se encuentran entre los dos favorit&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzilwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DzgWsHZ1PsQ/s1600-h/65embaja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847777190010978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzilwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DzgWsHZ1PsQ/s400/65embaja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;os para ganar las elecciones de este 16 de Mayo (ya sea en primera o segunda vuelta) se hayan olvidado de los héroes de ella, o que muchos de los héroes se hayan olvidado de los principios que impulsaron la misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo olvidan los viejos robles, las acciones del Dr. José Fco. Peña Gómez y su anuncio de la Revolución? Si ya cuando Reid quiso tomar cartas en el asunto, el pueblo se encontraba en armas en las calles de nuestro país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo se olvidan los viejos robles de los partidos políticos más importantes en estos momentos, que lucharon hombro a hombro por el bien de la nación por devolverle a ella el gobierno constitucion&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzi1wWYII/AAAAAAAAAPw/EAVSyvHLPEY/s1600-h/pena65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847781484978306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzi1wWYII/AAAAAAAAAPw/EAVSyvHLPEY/s400/pena65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;al del 1963? Cómo se olvidan y desiertan los lineamientos de sus partidos, los ideales y se tornan en unos capitalistas con una sed de dinero nunca antes vista? Cómo, me pregunto, en 43 años nuestros políticos dejaron de ser esos idealistas, esos que buscaban paz, igualdad para todos, y sobre todo el bienestar de la nación para convertirse en personas que sólo buscan llenar sus bolsillos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo es que ahora, los nuevos no recuerden la &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzilwWYFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BNy3vZilfx4/s1600-h/65bosch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847777190010962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzilwWYFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BNy3vZilfx4/s400/65bosch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banda Colorá los mil y un fraudes, el gobierno de los 12 años, y pretendan ser herederos de cualquier cosa de esos que han hecho tanto daño a nuestro país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Es que no queda ya dignidad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCziVwWYEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/flJJ60C_wfE/s1600-h/pancarta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847772895043650" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCziVwWYEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/flJJ60C_wfE/s400/pancarta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fotos gracias a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/cuyaya2/revolucion/foto65.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/cuyaya2/revolucion/foto65.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-7463327635123655641?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/7463327635123655641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/quisqueya-unida-jams-ser-vencida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7463327635123655641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7463327635123655641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/quisqueya-unida-jams-ser-vencida.html' title='¡Quisqueya unida jamás será vencida!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SBCzi1wWYHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6C20H-RRSUw/s72-c/mitin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4056480062944055119</id><published>2008-04-23T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:59:19.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A una enanita muy especial!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SA94xlwWYDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__QFWH2ve-k/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501688725299250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SA94xlwWYDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__QFWH2ve-k/s400/Happy_Birthday_Card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Cumpleaños Natalie!!! Te deseo toda la felicidad que tú te mereces, y que sigas brillando como hasta ahora lo haces. Te quiero un paquetón enana mic star!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4056480062944055119?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4056480062944055119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/una-enanita-muy-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4056480062944055119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4056480062944055119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/una-enanita-muy-especial.html' title='A una enanita muy especial!! :)'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SA94xlwWYDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/__QFWH2ve-k/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2584968932179613530</id><published>2008-04-23T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:24:17.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Educación</title><content type='html'>Lei esto en &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/"&gt;hi5&lt;/a&gt;, en un grupo que me invitaron a formar parte &lt;a href="http://hi5.com/friend/group/2069080--10414353--Juventud%2BProgresista--%25C3%2582%25C2%25BFNUESTR--topic-html"&gt;(Juventud Progresista)&lt;/a&gt; la siguiente respuesta ante el comentario de por qué no votar por el &lt;a href="http://prd.partidos.com/"&gt;PRD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;olgalidia mi respeto para usted, lamentablemente en este pais la mayor parte de nuestro pais tienen un nivel bajo de educacion lo cual no le permite entender la realidad de nuestro pais y estos a la vez se dejan engañar facilmente. solo viven por el presente, no piensa en el pasado ni en el futuro. pero como quiera es pa lante que vamos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero cómo es que me hablan de que el nivel de educación de la mayor parte del pueblo tiene un nivel bajo de educación si el gobierno que está en el poder no ha invertido lo que debe invertir para asegurarse de que el pueblo esté bien educado? Si el dinero del pueblo, a través de como exprimen la clase media y la baja con altos impuestos y pocos beneficios, es tragado por el monstruo del metro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La memoria a corto plazo de la gente está intacta, lo que pasa es que no se pueden olvidar del derroche de muchos de los funcionarios del gobierno, y lamentablemente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAMENTABLEMENTE&lt;/span&gt; aquí la mayoría vota por el que más chance tiene de sacar el que está arriba. A falta de un candidato que cuente con las cualidades de atraer gente (error #1 de Danilo en el 2000), de que se vea por lo menos un poco honesto, y que tenga una trayectoria que hable por él.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2584968932179613530?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2584968932179613530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/educacin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2584968932179613530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2584968932179613530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/educacin.html' title='Educación'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-7226353499722469987</id><published>2008-04-22T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:56:34.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan de que?</title><content type='html'>Esta mañana hablaba con mima sobre lo que este año significará para nosotros y nuestros planes a corto y largo plazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hecho de que me haya inscrito en la universidad para terminar finalmente me ha puesto muy contenta porque siento que me he quedado muy atrás de los compañeros mios, tanto del colegio, como los que fui conociendo en la universidad, pero la verdad pensar que estaré con niños mucho más jóvenes que yo me aterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso significa solo una parte del rompecabezas de mi vida en este momento, el desorden que llevamos con esta mudanza, el estar aun sin vehículo, y la falta de tiempo para ajustarnos a nuestra vida aquí de nuevo me tiene la cabeza vuelta un nido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro está el trabajo, el que tengo ahora es temporal, pero los viajecitos diarios me hacen pensar que tengo unos 6 meses con el... pero al mismo tiempo, tengo miedo de empezar un nuevo trabajo y empezar desde cero ahora, más con el asunto de la universidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan de vida... ni siquiera tengo un plan de este mes, es como si viera que mi vida pasa y yo soy una simple expectadora, que no lo estoy viviendo. Lo peor es que se debo tomar decisiones pronto, pero no quiero apresurarme en tomar decisiones que luego lamentaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mismo se que me tengo que detener a este ritmo que llevo, y organizar mi mente tranquilamente sin la presión de nadie... que yo pueda decidir por lo que entienda es lo mejor para mí y mi familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo empezar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan de vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-7226353499722469987?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/7226353499722469987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/plan-de-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7226353499722469987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7226353499722469987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/plan-de-que.html' title='Plan de que?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2749508954044884130</id><published>2008-04-21T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:27:41.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Injusticias</title><content type='html'>El viernes en la noche, mientras regresaba a casa despues de un dia entero trabajando y fuñendo, vi un señor de no menos de 60 y algo empujando un triciclo lleno de cachivaches que lo mas seguro se paso el dia entero vendiendo y buscandose el pan del dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras... detras un señor en un Cayenne le tocaba bocina porque no iba mas rapido... de seguro con mucho mas problemas que el primero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es increible ver como el corazón muchas veces se nos endurece cuando nos tiran una esponja sucia en el espejo, como cuando vemos los niños limpiabotas los despachamos sin mas. Es esta la vida que queremos para nuestros ciudadanos? para los viejos y los niños que tienen que salir cada dia, sabiendo que nunca tendran todo lo que quieran... cuantos andaran por ahi teniendo mas capacidad de "conceptualización" como dijo nuestro presidente, que muuuchos que andan en prado, cayenne, land rovers y hummers... tanto talento que no podemos explotar porque preferimos andar en metro, subirnos en elevados y tener tuneles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas injusticias tienen que pasar antes de atender los principales problemas que aquejan a Quisqueya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas lagrimas, cuantas vidas desperdiciadas... sin oportunidades de salir adelante... cuantas aulas sin profesores capacitados, con estudiantes hambrientos y enfrentando mas problemas que cualquier adulto tenemos que sacrificar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es hora de un cambio de corazon, de un cambio de pensamiento... de que los politicos de todos los partidos entiendan que necesitamos mas que un impresionante sistema de transporte, que necesitamos mas que funditas con comida para un dia... que necesitamos mas que atenciones cuando ocurren desastres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America - Silvio Rodriguez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2749508954044884130?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2749508954044884130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/injusticias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2749508954044884130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2749508954044884130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/injusticias.html' title='Injusticias'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8103700561797799216</id><published>2008-04-14T15:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:22:42.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aun... cuando tengo un mal dia, de esos que van de mal en peor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun cuando hago rabietas sin sentido y pataletas de niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Amo tu mirada, y tus sonrisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras suaves cuando rueda alguna lagrimilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO7wKHLbzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVb2v6eW_Tc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189197631683522354" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="94" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO7wKHLbzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVb2v6eW_Tc/s200/3.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu tacto gentil cuando las palabras sobran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Aun cuando hay silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me dices suavemente lo que sientes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun cuando estoy sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu presencia junto a mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y en los momentos de locura, cuando los animos estan subidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que luego llega la reconciliacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mi corazoncito aun salta un latido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y que que tenga un mal dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Un abrazo tuyo tiene en el todo lo rico que tiene el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y siento las manos sudorosas cuando se que te voy a ver pronto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189195587279089442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="191" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO55KHLbyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DnGoeYJr75k/s400/1.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;mariposas bailan cuando tengo un tiempo y no te veo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La sonrisa me sale sola cuando te imagino sonriendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aun hoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO8W6HLb0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/l_tLEVrkv2E/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189198297403453250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO8W6HLb0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/l_tLEVrkv2E/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8103700561797799216?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8103700561797799216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/aun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8103700561797799216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8103700561797799216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/aun.html' title='Aun...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/SAO7wKHLbzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVb2v6eW_Tc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-9175264824922899368</id><published>2008-04-09T14:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:49:43.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amistad'/><title type='text'>Amistad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/R_0MZgSRLeI/AAAAAAAAANg/-MAVelhFRao/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187315978103500258" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/R_0MZgSRLeI/AAAAAAAAANg/-MAVelhFRao/s400/1.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amistad&lt;/strong&gt; -La amistad (del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Latín" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lat%C3%ADn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;latín&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; amicus; amigo, que posiblemente se derivó de amore; amar. Aunque se dice también que amigo proviene del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Idioma griego" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idioma_griego"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;griego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; a; sin y ego; yo, entonces amigo significaría "sin mi yo", con lo cual se considera a un amigo como al otro yo) es una relación afectiva entre dos personas. La amistad es una de las más comunes relaciones interpersonales que la mayoría de los seres humanos tienen en la vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amistad es un sentimiento convenido con otra persona, donde se busca confianza, consuelo, amor y respeto.Es algo muy especial entre dos personas que son amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que nunca tienen una explicacion racional. Y es muy dificil explicar o tratar de entender las emociones, y como dijo una amiga ayer, como la vida hace que uno cambie... algunas veces para bien, otras para mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En este caso, por suerte, cambio para bien; lo mejor de todo es que he podido enterrar viejas heridas (si se pueden llamar asi) y ahora me puedo sentir como si un peso se me quitara de encima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mi es de las que me gustan esas conversaciones profundas y sinceras, mas cuando hay un pasado extrano que entrelaza dos personas que bajo circunstancias diferentes quizas nunca se hubiesen conocido. Me gusta, porque muchas veces la tension es liberada y uno de repente ve mucho mas claro de lo que ha hecho en años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso brindo hoy por una nueva amistad, que hace un tiempecito viene surgiendo. Timida y sin prisa ella viene poco a poco sin apresurarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/R_0MqASRLfI/AAAAAAAAANo/-dH5zdVlF5w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187316261571341810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/R_0MqASRLfI/AAAAAAAAANo/-dH5zdVlF5w/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estoy tan contenta de que hoy pueda con toda honestidad decirte que me es muy grato tenerte como parte de mi circulo y que se pronto te contare entre mis buenas amigas :) que bueno fue hablar contigo hoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-9175264824922899368?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/9175264824922899368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/amistad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9175264824922899368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9175264824922899368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/amistad.html' title='Amistad...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/R_0MZgSRLeI/AAAAAAAAANg/-MAVelhFRao/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5433657683081355135</id><published>2008-04-08T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:20:30.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ya por fin tengo mis muebles, y el resto de mis cachivaches en la casa.. y lo mejor del caso es que hasta el momento solo he encontrado una sola cosa rota: una munequita de las que no tienen cara que venden a RD$30 en el mercado modelo.... o sea que voy en coche. No sin antes pasar mil y un piques con Aduanas, con la compania que nos "desaduanizo" (es esto una palabra?!), y con el resto del mundo que no entiende que dormir en el piso no es ninguna chuleria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que poco a poco vamos acomodandonos en nuestra islita, que si bien se la esta llevando quien la trajo, es dificil decir que no estoy contenta con nuestra decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, es oficial, el 6 de Mayo entro de nuevo a Intec a terminar mi carrera. Congrats to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otro sentido, yo quiero saber que esperan los MAMEts para organizar el tampocito que se hace en el puente que le pasa a la jacobo majluta... por el que se sale de arroyo manzano... ese mismo. Lo grande es que el tapon no tiene ningun sentido mas que hay un baden que tienen que arreglar.. Deberian de llevar a varios mamets a poner multas a los barbarazos que se meten en via contraria y asi le impiden la entrada a los que van entrando. Cuerda que me da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche creo que es muy posible que terminemos de armar los muebles y organizar el closet... ya tengo estufa y nevera... I'm going to miss breakfast @ my mommy in-law :( y ya casi casi tenemos carrito!!! por fin! andar a pie no es un cachu en my dear island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que llegue el 17 de mayo... pero RAPIDO, ya quiero salir de esta campana!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5433657683081355135?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5433657683081355135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5433657683081355135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5433657683081355135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8450204372928739243</id><published>2008-04-03T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:09:32.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Metas para el 2008</title><content type='html'>Esto es un FWD que recibi hoy de parte de mi tio Martin... esta super acorde con lo que estaba escribiendo anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿No le gusta su país?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡¡Cámbielo usted mismo!!&lt;br /&gt;Y si no participa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;¡¡NO SE QUEJE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Encuentra absurdo el robo de camiones de carga, a veces hasta con asesinatos de los camioneros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Exija la factura en todas sus compras, así no apoyará la evasión de impuestos y el contrabando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Le disgusta el desorden causado por los vendedores ambulantes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Nunca compre nada a ellos.&lt;br /&gt; La mayor parte de sus mercaderías son  productos robados, falsificados y/o contrabandeados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Le parece mal tanta cantidad de mendigos en los semáforos y en las calles,   y en cada esquina? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Nunca les dé NADA.&lt;br /&gt;Canalice su ayuda solidaria directamente con instituciones que se dedican a esto, que demuestren con hechos su buena obra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿No puede entender como unas pocas gotas de lluvia inunden la ciudad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Solamente tire papelitos y basura, EN LOS ZAFACONES, Limpie su frente. Y si construye, limpie los desperdicios de sus materiales, pues esto obstruye el alcantarillado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Usted encuentra injusto que haya revendedores de entradas para espectáculos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;No les compre, aunque eso signifique perderse el evento.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos existen, porque hay quienes les compran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Usted encuentra un caos el tránsito en su ciudad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Respete usted todas las normas de transito, respete la luz roja, ceda el paso, estaciónese en lugares permitidos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Usted Considera alarmante el índice de criminalidad en nuestro país? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Si es empresario, Invierta en su país; Si es empleado trabaje con afán y ambos paguen sus impuestos. &lt;br /&gt;¡Produzca con calidad y pague sueldos de dignidad! Porque con ello, sus empleados podrán darles una educación de calidad a sus hijos y se evitará la formación de delincuentes.&lt;br /&gt;¡No hay criminal que no salga de una familia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Usted Encuentra terrible el problema de la drogadicción? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Únicamente cuide y atienda bien a sus hijos, interésese por ellos. Así ni siquiera tendrá que vigilarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Usted Encuentra terrible el problema de la corrupción? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solución:&lt;br /&gt;Sea Usted ejemplo de honestidad, sin importar su cargo o lo que haga. Si otros son ladrones y corruptos, usted no tiene porque serlo también.&lt;br /&gt;Así predicamos con el ejemplo, y los que nos rodean actuarán igual, incluyendo nuestros hijos, familiares y compañeros de trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SI USTED CONSIDERA QUE NINGUNA DE LAS COSAS ANTERIORES MEJORARÍA EL PAÍS, ENTONCES USTED ES PARTE DEL PROBLEMA Y NO DE LA SOLUCIÓN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y si no participa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ¡¡ NO SE QUEJE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos pasando por una etapa de falta de valores cívicos, educación y de patriotismo. Necesitamos cambiar nuestro comportamiento para que podamos vivir en un país donde tengamos el orgullo de decir:&lt;br /&gt;!! SOY DOMINICANO !!&lt;br /&gt;La solución a nuestros problemas no se encuentra en un presidente o en un gobernador.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho menos en un partido político.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;La mediocridad o grandeza de un país reside en NOSOTROS, sus CIUDADANOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8450204372928739243?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8450204372928739243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/metas-para-el-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8450204372928739243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8450204372928739243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/metas-para-el-2008.html' title='Metas para el 2008'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6555135131611958917</id><published>2008-04-03T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:11:41.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que nos falta?</title><content type='html'>Que nos falta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educacion... mucha, no solo de libros, nos falta conscientizacion de que no es el trabajo del Gobierno mantenernos, sino de darnos las herramientas suficientes como para que podamos echar hacia adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente comprometida, pero de verdad, no es algo de cada cuatro anos, sino una labor de mucho tiempo por gente que le duela su pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision, de que no es la picota de estos 4 anos, sino de que lo que hacemos ahora, lo cosechamos en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolucion, mental... necesitamos recuperarnos mentalmente de la falta de interes, de que hay que irse de aqui para hacer algo... NO! no hay que irse, hay que quedarse y ayudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidaridad... como hablaba con mi familia, no es solidaridad con solo nuestros allegados, sino con nuestros vecinos... el que no tiene un barrio abarralizado atras, no vive en este pais. No esperemos que las desgracias nos unan.... como vivimos ahora es una desgracia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que necesitamos los jovenes? saber que a alguien le importa el futuro.. pero acuerdense que el futuro lo controlamos nosotros en poco tiempo... si no hacemos nada AHORA para que los futuros politicos respondan a las verdaderas necesidades, quien lo hara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesitamos saber que el futuro del pais, realmente esta en nuestras manos! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que mermo los sentimientos revolucionarios que tenian los jovenes de antes?&lt;/span&gt; muchos perdieron sus vidas luchando por justicia, por igualdad, por educacion, porque se les diera una voz y que se supiera que si hay gente que le importa y que no resuelve simplemente yendose del pais! Que paso con los Orlandos, los Caamachos, los Jose F. Pena, los Mani Espinal (modestia aparte...).. .que paso con aquel espiritu de una juventud que luchaba por los ideales de un pais mejor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6555135131611958917?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/6555135131611958917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-nos-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6555135131611958917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6555135131611958917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-nos-falta.html' title='Que nos falta?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1331688055845861178</id><published>2008-03-26T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:01:41.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baack!!!</title><content type='html'>Wao... hace mucho que ni entraba a un blog... y no porque no me hiciera falta... pero falta de tiempo... de todo! el caso es que desde la ultima vez que escribi mucho ha cambiado... empezando por mi direccion! estoy de regreso en la isla... permanentemente si Dios quiere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En diciembre pude venir por una semana para pasarme el anito nuevo por aqui... nada mal, me encanto poder estar con toda mi gente y of course, mi enana star!! :) pero la ida me comprobo una vez mas que me hace una falta del carajo estar con mi familia y mis amigos de verdad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues en febrero se dieron las condiciones necesarias (lease se me vencio la visa!) para regresar a RD... el dia que me fui coincidio con que cayo un viaje de nieve... la mejor despedida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una semana despues nos fuimos mima y yo y par de gente mas (roomie, abbetico, isaura, juanito...) para bregar con el grupo de spring break de Canada. Cuantos borrachos juntos! la verdad es que gozaron muchisimo en las fiestas y bueno, en general, todo super bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya por fin tengo trabajo, no me puedo quejar tomando en cuenta que de las 4 semanas 2 me las pase en cabarete y una fue semana santa!! :P pero la verdad es que la cita de trabajo fue un caos de programar! primero vine de puerto plata despues de una de las fiestas... a las 4 de la manana arrancamos roomie, ale y yo para santo domingo para llegar a coger un suenito antes de la cita, total, que entre camion de basura y mujeres vociando no pude descansar nada. De mas esta decir que las ojeras llegaban a los talones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego comunicarme con el ingeniero... llama llama llama nada, venir para nada, y coger una metro de regreso con juan, abbetto e isaura de regreso, para volver el viernes y que pasara lo mismo... el martes, POR FIN tuvimos la reunion y el miercoles santo vine al puerto a ver las instalaciones y demas... estoy contenta, es un ambiente estresante pero relax la gente, y ademas tengo un tiempito libre para mirar la playita que es mi view actual!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun me hacen mucha falta la gente de mi oficina... que mas chulos no pueden ser! :~( pero no puedo negar que estoy mas que contenta de estar de regreso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni na voy a decir de mi nueva direccion pa que no me digan vivelejo (si es un insulto)... pero para ponerle un nombre mas chic le llamaremos Porte de Fer...  lo que si es que mi casita esta moooortal... era la casita de roomie y su marida pero como un rayadito la sacamos de la foto a ella... y CHARAN gabs tiene casa nueva!!! :) que mala soy... aunque me de mucha pena por mi roomie... pues que le voy a hacer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego cuando haga la inauguracion de la "casita" (nombre que estoy institucionalizando) postiare foticos foticos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno chicuelos... hasta la proxima, esperemos que en un futuro no tan lejano eh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1331688055845861178?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1331688055845861178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-baack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1331688055845861178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1331688055845861178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-baack.html' title='I&apos;m Baack!!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3203682280516855212</id><published>2007-11-24T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:05:51.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Yo entiendo que el deseo de muchos dominicanos es de empacar sus maletas e irse de alla... la historia es siempre la misma: que no hay futuro, que si tienes muchachos, que si la comida, la gasolina, LA LUZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, nadie sabe el corazon de la auyama mejor que el cuchillo... desde gente insinuando que le de para alla, con o sin gianky... esto es lo ultimo! lo mas estupido que nunca he oido!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si algo me ensenaron mis padres fue que nunca NUNCA la familia deja de ser la prioridad numero uno. Si algo se me fijo de lo poco que vi de su relacion fue que nunca se dieron por sentado, ni nunca pusieron su carrera profesional por encima de lo que al final es lo que importa: su familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es cierto que las cosas estan duras alla, yo se, vivi alla 23 anios. Pero tambien se que si un dia me falta arroz, azucar, cafe, no tengo que preocuparme mucho por cruzar donde el vecino a quien conozco desde hace mucho: y su esposa y los ninos como estan? ya se le paso la fiebre? De aqui, no conozco a ninguno de mis vecinos, y algo mas que una ligera sonrisa en un elevador es pedir demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bien alla nunca hay luz, siempre hay animos de compartir y siempre hay razon para juntarse y saber uno de otro... y aunque me tome ventaja de mi familia adquirida en esto, me hace falta sentirme parte de algo tan esencial y que todo el mundo tiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de mas de un anio de no ir a Santo Domingo, les digo algo: mas que el calor, que la luz, que los politicos... la frialdad de pais, de temperatura, la falta de su gente supera todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos el 29.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3203682280516855212?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3203682280516855212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3203682280516855212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3203682280516855212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4759095232851887945</id><published>2007-03-18T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T10:44:22.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For my dad</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday daddy, I love you always forever, wherever you may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4759095232851887945?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4759095232851887945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4759095232851887945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4759095232851887945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-my-dad.html' title='For my dad'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2553230806377219959</id><published>2007-03-10T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:12:53.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>btw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's my Blog's Birthday!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BLOG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040375505651837154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RfMC0Tz1KOI/AAAAAAAAACc/3yXVotpQH_k/s400/HB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2553230806377219959?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2553230806377219959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/btw.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2553230806377219959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2553230806377219959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/btw.html' title='btw'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RfMC0Tz1KOI/AAAAAAAAACc/3yXVotpQH_k/s72-c/HB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2099085304566323978</id><published>2007-03-10T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:08:51.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts exactly</title><content type='html'>El lunes temprano... esta es mi cancion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I, thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking, that you were true I guess I, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't trust &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your bluff time is up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You were, there by my side&lt;br /&gt;Always, down for the ride&lt;br /&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating&lt;br /&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you&lt;br /&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable&lt;br /&gt;I am to pull through&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me that much wiser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohh Never, saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of, your backstabbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so, you could cash in&lt;br /&gt;On a good thing before I realized your game&lt;br /&gt;I heard, you're going around&lt;br /&gt;Playing, the victim now&lt;br /&gt;But don't, even begin&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;After all of the fights and the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me that much wiser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me that much smarter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2099085304566323978?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2099085304566323978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-thoughts-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2099085304566323978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2099085304566323978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My thoughts exactly'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2896900173450890840</id><published>2007-03-03T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:06:48.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>I'm scared one day I'll forget your smile, that the day when I won't be able to recall your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have of you are my memories of our time together, 10 glorious years if which you wiped away my tears, made my belly ache with laughs and those nights when you told stories of your trips. Those crazy afternoons with my brand new skates, or my red bike. And that one time with the double bikes. I miss the trips to the beach, or to the park. Your arms when you hugged me, and the sound of your voice when I fell or hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared... of losing the only precious thing I have, of losing you. I'm scared I'll never dream about you again, our secret rendez-vous when I can tell you all that's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified I'll close my eyes and it will all be a blurry picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same sense of being lost at my graduation, or my wedding, for not having you next to me, when those days had to be perfect, and you weren't there. I still feel small and alone when I think of all the things I'll never have a chance to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2896900173450890840?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2896900173450890840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2896900173450890840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2896900173450890840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-9026183560200814622</id><published>2007-02-27T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:54:14.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey, this is actually a two part post... so bear with me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're Canadian if :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1B9zx7iI/AAAAAAAAABw/2MEdNeIFkO0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036349328683298338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1B9zx7iI/AAAAAAAAABw/2MEdNeIFkO0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You stand in "line-ups" or "queues" (in Victoria, BC) at the movie, not lines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're not offended by the term, "Homo Milk".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1H9zx7jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hk0qP7cF_4Y/s1600-h/poutine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036349431762513458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1H9zx7jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hk0qP7cF_4Y/s400/poutine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You understand the sentence, "Could you please pass me a serviette, I just spilled my &lt;a href="http://members.shaw.ca/kcic1/poutine.html"&gt;BOWL OF POUTINE&lt;/a&gt;" !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You eat chocolate bars instead of candy bars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You drink pop, not soda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had a Prime Minister who wasn't fluent in either of the official languages (English &amp; French).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know what it means to be 'on the pogey'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know that a mickey and 2-4's mean "Party at thecamp, eh?!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can drink legally while still a teen in some provinces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You talk about the weather with strangers and friends alike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't know or care about the fuss with Cuba, it's just a cheap place to travel with very good cigars (and no Americans!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When there is a social problem, you turn to your government to fix it, instead of telling them to stay out of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're not sure if the leader of your nation has EVER had sex and you don't WANT to know if he has!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get milk in bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pike is a type of fish, not some part of a highway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You drive on a highway, not a freeway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know what a Robertson screwdriver is.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS029zx7hI/AAAAAAAAABo/N_AHkyDNgzA/s1600-h/canadiantiremoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036349139704737298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS029zx7hI/AAAAAAAAABo/N_AHkyDNgzA/s400/canadiantiremoney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers. (hahahaha I have like 20 Canadian Tire dollars I've never EVER USED!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You know that Mounties "don't always look like that."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You dismiss all beers under 6% as "for children and the elderly."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know that the Friendly Giant isn't a vegetable product line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know that Casey and Finnegan are not a Celtic musical group.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You drive with your headlights on during the day (since 1989, all new cars have been fitted with "daytime running lights").&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You participated in "Participaction."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1UNzx7kI/AAAAAAAAACA/WV-UkwOrPQw/s1600-h/inuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036349642215910978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1UNzx7kI/AAAAAAAAACA/WV-UkwOrPQw/s400/inuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have an Inuit carving by your bedside with the rationale, "What's good enough protection for the Prime Minister is good enough for me."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wonder why there isn't a 5 dollar coin yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like any international assasin/terrorist/spy in the world, you possess a Canadian Passport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You use a red pen on your non-Canadian textbooks and fill in the missing 'u's from labor, honor, color. etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the French equivalents of "free", "prize", and "no sugar added", thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make a mental note to talk about it at work the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can do all the hand actions to Sharon, Lois and Bram's "Skin-a-ma-rinky-dinky-doo" opus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were mad at the CBC when "The Beachcombers" were taken off the air.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know who "Relic" is/was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what a touque is and you own one and often wear it. :) I do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have heard of ... and have some cherished momento of Bob and Doug McKenzie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still sing the "Great White North" theme song with pride ... "coo-ooh-coocoo-coo-ooh-coocoo".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know Toronto is NOT a province.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never miss "Coach's Corner" during Hockey Night in Canada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back bacon and Kraft Dinner are two of your favourite food groups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you live in some of the colder Canadian provinces, your car has a cord and plug sticking out of the grill ... it's a block heater for those sub-zero (in Celsius) days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You only know three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mosquitoes have landing lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have more kilometres on your snow blower than your car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have 10 favourite recipes for moose meat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian Tire Store on any Saturday is busier than most toy stores at Christmas. (So true!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You live in a house that has no front step, yet the door is one meter above the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled in with frozen snow and slush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You think sexy lingerie is tube-socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You owe more money on your snowmobile than your car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The local paper covers national and international headlines on 2 pages, but requires 6 pages for hockey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your snowblower gets stuck on the roof.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.You head South to go to your cottage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You frequently clean grease off your barbecue so the bears won't prowl on your deck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know which leaves make good toilet paper now that there are no more dollar bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The major parish fund-raiser isn't bingo, it's sausage making.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You find -40C a little chilly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trunk of your car doubles as a portable deep freeze.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewellery and your Sorels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can play road hockey on skates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know 4 seasons: Winter, Still Winter, almost Winter and Construction. (yes, construction season!!! so true!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The municipality buys a Zamboni before a bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You understand the Labatt Blue commercials. (well.. of course!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You perk-up when you hear the theme from "Hockey Night in Canada".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You pronounce the last letter of the alphabet "zed" instead of "zee."and ... You end some sentences with "eh," ... eh? (YES!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An American's View of Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(This editorial ran in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette in August 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just the weather that's cooler in Canada: You live next door to a clean-cut, quiet guy. He never plays loud music or throws raucous parties. He doesn't gossip over the fence, just smiles politely and offers you some tomatoes. His lawn is cared-for, his house is neat as a pin and you get the feeling he doesn't always lock his front door. He wears Dockers. You hardly know he's there. And then one day you discover that he has pot in his basement, spends his weekends at peace marches and that guy you've seen mowing the yard is his spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to introduce Canada. The Canadians are so quiet that you may have forgotten they're up there, but they've been busy doing some surprising things. It's like discovering that the mice you are dimly aware of in your attic have been building an espresso machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you realize, for example, that our reliable little tag-along brother never joined the Coalition of the Willing? Canada wasn't willing, as it turns out, to join the fun in Iraq. I can only assume American diner menus weren't angrily changed to include "freedom bacon," because nobody here eats the stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the wild drug situation: Canadian doctors are authorized to dispense medical marijuana. Parliament is considering legislation that would not exactly legalize marijuana possession, as you may have heard, but would reduce the penalty for possession of under 15 grams to a fine, like a speeding ticket. This is to allow law enforcement to concentrate resources on traffickers; if your garden is full of wasps, it's smarter to go for the nest rather than trying to swat every individual bug. Or, in the United States, bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here's the part that I, as an American, can't understand. These poor benighted pinkos are doing everything wrong. They have a drug problem: Marijuana offenses have doubled since 1991. And Canada has strict gun control laws, which means that the criminals must all be heavily armed, the law-abiding civilians helpless and the government on the verge of a massive confiscation campaign. (The laws have been in place since the '70s, but I'm sure the government will get around to the confiscation eventually.) They don't even have a death penalty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet ... nationally, overall crime in Canada has been declining since 1991. Violent crimes fell 13 percent in 2002. Of course, there are still crimes committed with guns - brought in from the United States, which has become the major illegal weapons supplier for all of North America - but my theory is that the surge in pot-smoking has rendered most criminals too relaxed to commit violent crimes. They're probably more focused on shoplifting boxes of Ho-Hos from convenience stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the most reckless move of all: Just last month, Canada decided to allow and recognize same-sex marriages. Merciful moose, what can they be thinking? Will there be married Mounties (they always get their man!)? Dudley Do-Right was sweet on Nell, not Mel! We must be the only ones who really care about families. Not enough to make sure they all have health insurance, of course, but more than those libertines up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sort of behavior is a clear and present danger to all our stereotypes about Canada. It's supposed to be a cold, wholesome country of polite, beer-drinking hockey players, not founded by freedom-fighters in a bloody revolution but quietly assembled by loyalists and royalists more interested in order and good government than liberty and independence. But if we are the rugged individualists, why do we spend so much of our time trying to get everyone to march in lockstep? And if Canadians are so reserved and moderate, why are they so progressive about letting people do what they want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canadians are, as a nation, less religious than we are, according to polls. As a result, Canada's government isn't influenced by large, well-organized religious groups and thus has more in common with those of Scandinavia than those of the United States, or, say, Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canada signed the Kyoto global warming treaty, lets 19-year-olds drink, has more of its population living in urban areas and accepts more immigrants per capita than the United States. These are all things we've been told will wreck our society. But I guess Canadians are different, because theirs seems oddly sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like teenagers, we fiercely idolize individual freedom but really demand that everyone be the same. But the Canadians seem more adult - more secure. They aren't afraid of foreigners. They aren't afraid of homosexuality. Most of all, they're not afraid of each other.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if America will ever be that cool. &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/10833647-9026183560200814622?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/9026183560200814622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9026183560200814622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/9026183560200814622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-canada.html' title='Oh Canada!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/ReS1B9zx7iI/AAAAAAAAABw/2MEdNeIFkO0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4223619505611930446</id><published>2007-02-15T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:56:57.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on manners</title><content type='html'>As we find ourselves inmersed with our busy lives we sometimes forget about the little big things that make our day. Whether is the smile at the streetcar, or the kids crossing the streets in perfect indian line, we usually don't stop, literally, and smell the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple rules to lighten another person's day are quite simple, think about how far a smile goes, a good morning, and a have a great day tag. It's sometimes dificult to remember the first things we learnt as kids... say please and thank you seem to escape our vocabularies at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the other day in a very cramped street car, the lady driving it was having a hard time telling people to squish even more so more people came inside... I was going about my business and asked for a stop, and as I was stepping out I said "good night, have a nice day" the lady said, "you know? it's the first time today someone said that to me... " Sometimes that's enough to make her load a tad easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever forget my manners, it's my way of making people feel like I care, and it's kind of annoying when you do something for someone and they go on about their business and don't say anything whatsoever to let you know that they are grateful for what they've done. Or maybe, among your peers or family, you don't feel the need to say it... it's implicit... well, just think how much better they would feel if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple smile can go a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4223619505611930446?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4223619505611930446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-manners.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4223619505611930446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4223619505611930446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-manners.html' title='on manners'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2859155125110528876</id><published>2007-02-14T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:37:31.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san valentin'/><title type='text'>Y tu que haras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RdOO_O4rjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/gcWxzNAF_d8/s1600-h/DSCF0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031522425681710642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RdOO_O4rjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/gcWxzNAF_d8/s400/DSCF0638.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Valentin, ese angel bebe encargado de arrancarle los pocos chelitos que le quedaban a los hombres despues de las navidades y año nuevo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo recuerdo hace mucho que una amiga se quejaba porque su novio solo le regaló un ramo de rosas rojas... eso me dejo en tremendo shock, pues lejos de querer impresionar a mis amigas con lo que me han regalado, me encanta mejor poder YO tener el detalle de acordarle a mis amigos y mi pareja lo importante que son para mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De hecho, mi regalo favorito no ha sido un ramo de rosas, ni una salida espectacular, ni aretes y anillos, mi regalo favorito fue un 14 de febrero que Giancarlo me preparó un filetico Tutankamon... no fue la receta, la verdad no ibamos a celebrar el dia de San Valentin, pero ibamos a hacer una cenita rica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luego de ayudarlo un poco a preparar el menu, el me dice que ibamos a cenar arriba... o sea, eso es un biiig nono en casa de el. El caso es que subimos y en el balcon de su habitacion, perfectamente colacada esta una mesa para dos, con velas y todo... ahi empezaron las lagrimas, nadie nunca habia tenido un detalle asi conmigo... y de fondo, aquel cd de Franco De Vita "Nada es igual" con Si tu no estas puesta... oh Dios, me queria morir!!! que lindo... una cenita a luz de luna con mi novio un vino rico y musica suave... perfecto, no pude haber pedido nada mejor de ahi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No es el regalo, es el detalle que no te esperas, la rica sorpresa de recordarte una vez mas una de las razones por la que estas con el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y hoy que hare... mil te amos, mil besos y mil miradas complices, buen vino y rica cena, despues de todo, afuera esta horriblemente frio y mejor acurrucaditos disfrutando de su compañía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2859155125110528876?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2859155125110528876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/y-tu-que-haras.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2859155125110528876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2859155125110528876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/y-tu-que-haras.html' title='Y tu que haras?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RdOO_O4rjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/gcWxzNAF_d8/s72-c/DSCF0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8824103819584172760</id><published>2007-02-13T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:00:04.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevos comienzos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;El 2007 parece traer nuevas cosas, algunas nuevas, otras... hmm... interesantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cuantas cosas han pasado en solo un mes... promesas de nuevos comienzos que suenan mucho más pacificos que los últimos ocho años. Por el momento, me reservo mis alegrias que son un triunfo muy personal, una batalla interna que creo haber conquistado. Por eso dicen, "hablando la gente se entiende".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por fin estamos empezando a ver cambios positivos en otros aspectos, proyectos en los que tengo mucha fe están comenzando a caminar... me estoy poco a poco acostumbrando a esta vida nueva a la que llegamos hace dos años. Parece mucho más el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hay también nuevos prospectos de todo... de estudios, de trabajos de cosas nuevas que me hagan afianzarme más a este frio país... que despues de todo es muy yo, grande, pero pequeño, con muchas cosas que hacer, que ver, todo los dias algo nuevo.. lo nuevo con lo viejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Espero que este año siga como va, espero que nuevas viejas amistades (no solo mias) se puedan volver a acostumbrar, a retomar lo que sin querer (queriendo) destrui por puro egoismo y celos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Les deseo lo mejor a todos, que sus dias sigan como los mios, unos malos, pero en general, muy buenos!!&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/10833647-8824103819584172760?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8824103819584172760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/nuevos-comienzos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8824103819584172760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8824103819584172760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/02/nuevos-comienzos.html' title='Nuevos comienzos'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3792049155525243560</id><published>2007-01-23T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:04:25.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>barahones</title><content type='html'>Los pasos para formar parte son los siguientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Si tienes cuenta para .net passport (Hotmail.com, Msn.com, Sympatico.ca, passport.com):&lt;br /&gt;1) Haga el sign in como si fuera a entrar a su .net passport, con su nombre de usuario y password.&lt;br /&gt;2) Confirme su cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;3) Escoja como quiere recibir los mensajes nuevos, hay 3 opciones:&lt;br /&gt;en su correo.&lt;br /&gt;como un resumen semanal en su correo (solo recibira una vez a la semana los mensajes).&lt;br /&gt;en el site (no recibira los mensajes en su correo).&lt;br /&gt;4) Acepte el codigo de conducta y hacer click en "Join Now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Si no tiene cuenta de Hotmail, debes crear una cuenta con .net passport, solo guiese por los pasos que va diciendole que haga.&lt;br /&gt;1) si no quiere abrir una cuenta con Hotmail siga los siguientes pasos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a) haga click en "yes, use my e-mail address" esto significa que utilizará su cuenta personal para el passport. Dele a "continue".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023344325781062178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RbaBDKqngiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UfhuPg-mM7k/s400/paso1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Escriba su correo, y la contraseña que quiere utilizar para el passport, vuelva a ingresar la contraseña, cree una pregunta secreta y su respuesta, y por ultimo, escriba las letras que aparecen dentro del recuadro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023344939961385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RbaBm6qngjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IfYXVH7cvNU/s400/paso2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;3) deben escribir la cuenta de correo que aparece en negritas en el recuadro, darle click a "I accept", y ya! lo unico que falta es autenticar la cuenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023346348710658642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RbaC46qnglI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dEwBLEkqCnE/s400/paso3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;4) Vaya a su cuenta de correo, y haga click en el link para confirmar la cuenta. debe decir algo como esto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFIRM ACCOUNTTo help prevent unauthorized account creation, we need you to confirm your e-mail address. We will use this e-mail address to send you important messages about your account. Also, some Windows Live ID sites and services may require a confirmed e-mail address.To confirm this e-mail address, select and copy the following link. Open a browser and paste the link in the address bar. Press Enter or Return on your keyboard and follow the instructions that display.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="https://accountservices.msn.com/EmailPage.srf?emailid=fc8a8ca211da593&amp;ed=B3Lro22aaQ//KKHGmzZ6lKWjI8hA4K2kBsFiujJbyeH%2B60MAAhZuMuyeu7Frwo%2B1KnjJii0%3D&amp;amp;lc=1033&amp;urlnum=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;https://accountservices.msn.com/EmailPage.srf?emailid=fc8a8ca211da593&amp;amp;ed=B3Lro22aaQ//KKHGmzZ6lKWjI8hA4K2kBsFiujJbyeH%2B60MAAhZuMuyeu7Frwo%2B1KnjJii0%3D&amp;lc=1033&amp;amp;urlnum=0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Repita los pasos para unirse al grupo utilizando .net passport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3792049155525243560?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3792049155525243560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/barahones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3792049155525243560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3792049155525243560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/barahones.html' title='barahones'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RbaBDKqngiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UfhuPg-mM7k/s72-c/paso1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1990219920480290642</id><published>2007-01-16T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:36:57.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Globes</title><content type='html'>Lo bueno fue que gano Ugly Betty, me encanta esta serie y estoy totalmente adicta... cuanto no he llorado yo con las crueldades que le hacen a Betty Suarez?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues lueguito confirmare las noticias...hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1990219920480290642?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1990219920480290642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/golden-globes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1990219920480290642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1990219920480290642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/golden-globes.html' title='Golden Globes'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8835650367064606520</id><published>2007-01-15T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:55:41.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papi'/><title type='text'>15 de Enero 1992</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/Rauj6NPscrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UnoMp5ivyJs/s1600-h/Gabriela+y+Mani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020286430017778354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/Rauj6NPscrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UnoMp5ivyJs/s400/Gabriela+y+Mani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ese dia todo ocurria igual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varios profesores me llamaron la atención por estar hablando... nada extraño,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al sonar el timbre sali corriendo y cuando te vi te abrace con fuerzas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero al llegar Juan Ernesto empezamos a discutir porque en realidad era su turno de ir alante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos los dias lo mismo, eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pues tu siempre pacifico nos mandaste atras a los dos, sin saber que eso nos salvaria la vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo despues fue borroso, oi que me hablaste pero despues nada mas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi a Juan tratando de hablarme, de hablar contigo, pero no respondias... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dijeron que no sufriste nada, que fue instantáneo, eso me conforta un poco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hace 15 años que aprendi que es el odio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odio por alguien a quien ni conozco, a quien ni siquiera he visto la cara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ese odio nunca va a llegar al perdon, por su cobardia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque corrio sin pensar el daño que nos ocasionó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque en vez de dar la cara, solo cometió otros crímenes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hace 15 años me aferro a tu recuerdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dice Irehm que tengo suerte, en cierto sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En mis recuerdos eres perfecto, eres grande y fuerte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu voz, sin embargo, es dulce y aun hoy te escucho arrullarme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera que estuvieras aqui conmigo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hubieses estado ahi cuando me gradue del colegio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me hubiese encantado que conocieras a Giancarlo, yo se que te hubiese caido tan bien...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hubieses estado conmigo en mi boda, fue pequeña, pero ese dia hubieses tu cumplido 26 años de casado con mami... que contento hubieses estado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo papi, y te recuerdo siempre en cada momento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu eres mi norte, y mi vivo sabiendo que estarias orgulloso de mi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te extraño,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gabucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8835650367064606520?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8835650367064606520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-de-enero-1992.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8835650367064606520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8835650367064606520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-de-enero-1992.html' title='15 de Enero 1992'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/Rauj6NPscrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UnoMp5ivyJs/s72-c/Gabriela+y+Mani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5351691663566884129</id><published>2007-01-02T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:35:41.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever talk about having kids...</title><content type='html'>REMOVED DUE TO GOD's LITTLE JOKES :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5351691663566884129?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5351691663566884129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-ever-talk-about-having-kids.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5351691663566884129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5351691663566884129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-ever-talk-about-having-kids.html' title='If I ever talk about having kids...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3990299359582886734</id><published>2006-12-19T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:03:09.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan Guzman!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Todo estaba perfecto... el internet (que e robao :P) se porto de lo mas bien y gracias a CDN pudimos ver a &lt;a href="http://www.joanguzman.com/"&gt;Joan Guzman&lt;/a&gt; ganar anoche!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriba Dominicana!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3990299359582886734?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3990299359582886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/joan-guzman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3990299359582886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3990299359582886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/joan-guzman.html' title='Joan Guzman!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-6327074015772321455</id><published>2006-12-14T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:12:25.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of light please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/5280/richards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/5280/richards.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, I guessed you're all tired of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Richards"&gt;Michael Richards &lt;/a&gt;and the comments made this past november at the popular &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laugh_Factory"&gt;Laugh Factory&lt;/a&gt; (You can see the video &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/11/20/kramers-racist-tirade-caught-on-tape/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a racist, I don't think being from my country, that's a logical thing to be, as we all have "el negro atras de la oreja". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want someone to explain something to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) it is NOT ok for a white person, or well, I guess a non african descendant person to call a black person the dreaded N word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) it is OK for a black person to call another black person a nigger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I don't understand is how in the world you ask for the rest of the world not to "insult" you using that word, when you are using it?? to me it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make any sense to shout on top of the world "Racist" and then you turn to your neighbor and tell him the exact same word... either is a no-no, or it's not. It's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become used to flipping through channels, I see Latino TV, Indian TV, BET  (of course), and many other race specific TV stations... However I can almost see the WWIII if someone came up with the idea of "WTV" (as in White TV), I think in trying to disipate the anger of all the blood shed because of racism, now it's reverting onto the other side; which is not necessarily a good thing. I believe &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/11/20/kramers-racist-tirade-caught-on-tape/"&gt;Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/a&gt;. intended for EQUALITY not turning the page into a new form of racism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all I'll say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-6327074015772321455?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/6327074015772321455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/bit-of-light-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6327074015772321455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/6327074015772321455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/bit-of-light-please.html' title='A bit of light please!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5669560647662548510</id><published>2006-12-08T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:59:55.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I *HUG* U!</title><content type='html'>We may have forgotten that our entire body is one big sense organ... and apparently people is also forgetting how hugging makes you feel good all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging is so much more than an expression of love, it's actually good for your health. Doctors at the University of North Carolina have found that hugging may dramatically lower blood pressure and boost blood levels of oxytocin, a relaxing hormone that plays a key role in labor, breastfeeding, and orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging also elevates our self-esteem, fosters altruism, makes your life happier and in the process you actually do all that for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/freehugscampaign"&gt;hugging campaign &lt;/a&gt;happening all over the world, and it came to Toronto. The idea came from a You Tube posting, and the response has been that several cities around the world have embraced the idea... So here goes mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006185978534730450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 2px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RXmLn6IamtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w5rhmnbR7qA/s320/bear_hug_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... feel the love!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Didn't that feel good?!!??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5669560647662548510?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5669560647662548510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hug-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5669560647662548510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5669560647662548510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hug-u.html' title='I *HUG* U!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oEftYgMJ_8/RXmLn6IamtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w5rhmnbR7qA/s72-c/bear_hug_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-7243918665210349651</id><published>2006-12-04T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:45:18.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Blogger are you?</title><content type='html'>Este test esta bien interesante... dieron justo en el clavo con el asunto de los posts y mi template! jajajaja si quieren hacerlo aqui esta el&lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/index2.php"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an ESTP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ESTP, you are Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving.This makes your primary focus on Extraverted Sensing with Introverted Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;This is defined as a SP personality, which is part of Carl Jung's &lt;a href="http://www.advisorteam.com/keirsey_artisan.html"&gt;Artisan&lt;/a&gt;s (Sensation Seeking) type, and more specifically the Promoters or Doers.&lt;br /&gt;Because you aren't as excited about routine, your blog may be more journal-like, without as much consistantcy in time between posts. But because you like getting things done, coupled with your need for style and appreciation for the sense, you will be more likely to have a gorgeous design and set up for journalling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-7243918665210349651?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/7243918665210349651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-kind-of-blogger-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7243918665210349651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/7243918665210349651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-kind-of-blogger-are-you.html' title='What kind of Blogger are you?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1156510982068210851</id><published>2006-12-02T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:06:06.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amaneci otra vez....</title><content type='html'>Oh lord... the white stuff started coming down... It's begining to look a lot like christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1156510982068210851?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1156510982068210851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/amaneci-otra-vez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1156510982068210851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1156510982068210851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/12/amaneci-otra-vez.html' title='Amaneci otra vez....'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-764495945880101859</id><published>2006-11-30T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:36:30.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La sociedad que "admiramos"</title><content type='html'>Yo tengo que ser anti-yanki... igual que papi, es que los genes no se niegan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me enteré que la sociedad que "admiramos" los dominicanos, donde todos quieren llegar, el país de las oportunidades, donde los dolares corren por las calles esperando que uno los atrape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esa sociedad 1 de cada 32 AMERICANOS están o en libertad bajo palabra, o en prisión... 1 de cada 142 están actualmente en prisión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O el sistema de justicia es demasiado cerrado que por lo mas minimo te encarcela... o es que es una suciedad demasiado sucia... digo yo, no? yo opto por un poco de la primera y TODO de la segunda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-764495945880101859?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/764495945880101859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-sociedad-que-admiramos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/764495945880101859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/764495945880101859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-sociedad-que-admiramos.html' title='La sociedad que &quot;admiramos&quot;'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8566716073999679410</id><published>2006-11-29T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:48:57.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Fotos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui algunas fotos del post de ayer... los videitos vienen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/666097/061125083634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/320/350123/061125083634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esto es mientras hacian la proyeccion...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/321513/061125085202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/320/667798/061125085202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;figuriando un chin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/677578/061125091730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3823/1322/320/145665/061125091730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Los bomberos, ahi vienen los bomberos!!! jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8566716073999679410?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8566716073999679410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/las-fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8566716073999679410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8566716073999679410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/las-fotos.html' title='Las Fotos!!!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-2300467978343281786</id><published>2006-11-27T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:57:14.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En estos ultimos dias he tenido mas trabajo acumulado que en los ultimos 2 años... ni un gustazo (bueno, al menos estuve con mi gente un mes) y que trancazo!!! Por eso he descuidado mucho mi blog. Porque estoy que me sueno con el trabajo pendiente que tenia, esperando todo un mes porque yo los resuelva, mas los acumulados. Ni siquiera me dare el gustazo de ver el fruto de mi labor: Presentar las memorias de este año, decir con orgullo todo lo que he ayudado a implementar, y presentar lo que vamos a hacer el año entrante, ni tampoco me dare el gustazo de hacer el recorrido con mi jefe por todas las zonas turisticas del pais. Hay muchas cosas que no conozco y cada vez que me preguntan por distancias, tengo que preguntarle a mi boss porque no tengo idea. Tenia la idea de poder hacerme un croquis de todo, para tener esa info a mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun estoy en recuperación de mis piecitos... Juanes sigue molestando un poco aunque a mucho menor escala, pero tengo ya un mes con las mismas botas porque mi complejo de enana no me deja comprar zapatos bajitos... todos con sus respectivos "ponme a la altura que yo creo tener" tacos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sabado fuimos a la inauguración de &lt;a href="http://www.toronto.ca/special_events/cavalcade_lights/index.htm"&gt;Cavalcade of Lights&lt;/a&gt;, señores, eso es lo que se llama un ESPECTACULO. La bienvenida oficial para la temporada navideña (recuerden que Accion de Gracias es en Octubre aqui).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero dieron una ronda de conciertos, cantaron una de mis canciones favoritas, "Give a little bit" de SuperTramp (aunque me gusta mas la version de GooGoo Dolls), tocaron Sharon Riley and the Faith Chorale, Joel Plaskett Emergency, Divine Brown y Jacksoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El frances Xavier de Richemont estará haciendo un show de proyeccion en el edificio de Old City Hall. En esta foto no se ve bien, mis fotos están movidas porque aun no he tenido tiempo ($$) para comprar el tripode que quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toronto.ca/special_events/cavalcade_lights/images/immersion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="326" alt="" src="http://www.toronto.ca/special_events/cavalcade_lights/images/immersion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toronto.ca/special_events/cavalcade_lights/images/immersion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese tipo es un GENIO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El "Show de Proyección" consiste en proyecciones a base de laser sobre un determinado edificio. Lo increible del asunto esta en su precision. Cuando empezó, por ejemplo, comenzó con unos trazos en "tiza" blanca por todas las cornizas del edificio, todos los detalles de las ventanas... luego le pasó como un resaltador en tiza azul, y a rellenar con trazos... Hace despues una transición con colores basicos con el mismo principio llenando poco a poco cada detalle del edificio, completo con el reloj, Para terminar, "sumerge" el edificio en agua, y cuando vuelve a tocar la la superficie, se craquea totalmente volviendo a los colores basicos... les digo que el tipo se la comio! en total, la proyeccion dura 15 minutos, voy a ver si de camino a casa le tiro una o dos fotos mas, para tratar de captar cada transicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego, claro, la iluminacion... Cavalcade of Lights no consiste solo en encender el arbolito de Toronto, es toda la ciudad... tienen 9 barrios distintos que estan decorados con luces navidenas, y hasta hacen tours (a 20$) por todos ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros fuimos al Nathan Phillips Square, donde esta el arbolito de Toronto, y la celebracion principal. Era gratis... y para que sepan, no se armo ningun lio (no hubo sacadera de pistolas, ni pleitos ni nada... y contrario a mi adorado pais, el hecho que fuera gratis no significo que solo fuera una clase determinada de persona, desde el mas pobre hasta el mas rico tuvo cabida, porque cuando todo se hace civilizadamente todos mantienen la cordura), se puso mala una senora, pero fue por el gentio que habia ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que esta chulisima, el encendido tambien marca otra cosa: INICIO LA TEMPORADA DE PATINAJE!!! ya abrieron las pistas abiertas, pero lamentablemente con mis pies como estan no me puedo poner aun esos patines, y no quiero inventar, porque con mi suerte me doy un estrallon que me tienen que volver a operar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, para no cansarles el cuento, luego le siguio el ESPECTACULO, porque no fue a fajase a tira fuegos artificiales a lo loco... &lt;a href="http://www.groupef.com/swffr/groupef-eng.html"&gt;Groupe F&lt;/a&gt;, de Francia, hizo un espectaculo buej como mas decirlo ESPECTACULAR de fuegos artificiales combinados con musica... estoy editando los videos para poder postiarlos, so bear with me!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan pronto los tenga, los pongo, por ahora, adios!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-2300467978343281786?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/2300467978343281786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/en-estos-ultimos-dias-he-tenido-mas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2300467978343281786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/2300467978343281786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/11/en-estos-ultimos-dias-he-tenido-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8022537187738046699</id><published>2006-10-27T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:33:41.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nunca he sido muy poeta, las rimas no son lo mio, me inspiro pero no me salen como se supone que deban ir... pero aqui esta, en un pique esto fue lo que me salio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be anything but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always second guessing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ready to make the jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be the charming trophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a degree to wash cute puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or an important job to find new cures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but love my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very few I've managed to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After disaproving looks and mean remarks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be anything but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always sarcastic, cold, mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never the good wife you expect me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I waited my whole life to be like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my flaws, my chubby thighs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but like being me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd rather die than stop myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From laughing loud, and being crude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my political mouth and a voice to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, I rather like myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every imperfect inch of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my very insecure heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help but being me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just accept me for who I am, not for what I could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8022537187738046699?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8022537187738046699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-help-being-me_27.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8022537187738046699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8022537187738046699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-help-being-me_27.html' title='I can&apos;t help being me'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-1445957900925837286</id><published>2006-10-25T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:24:25.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing, one two three</title><content type='html'>Well, this time I opted for the easy way out... that, and my sister-in-law is getting on my nerves 'cause I've been al day long in front of the computer. But with limited mobility what else am I suposed to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did a couple of tests, 'cause I lost the others, put up a count down everyone's now putting on their blogs and added a couple more links. So enjoy browsing this new dress my blog has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Fake Doctors blog (ah, yes, medical school), he has a couple new post and this guy is a total nut job, I love how he writes (I wonder how the heck he gets all this time to write if he's always in med school... ), and he always has something hilarious to add to his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also try to write a post about my surgery (sorry NO PICTURES) and my time without proper use of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have to go, it's raining, the familia is over for a sancocho, and we're leaving in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one, my faithful reader (if any)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-1445957900925837286?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/1445957900925837286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/testing-one-two-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1445957900925837286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/1445957900925837286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/testing-one-two-three.html' title='testing, one two three'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4548041089521228119</id><published>2006-10-18T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:39:06.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me lose control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I run a comb through my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and step out in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the city's the color of flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the mid-summer heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gianky's got his daddy's car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He's playing "Uptown" on the stereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We go cruisin' so close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way they did long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Turn) turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Keep) keep this feelin' alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;(When) when I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(So take) take me over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We put the top down and park 'neath the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the wind is so hot in our hair, like a fire in July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoa yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gianky's singin' "Stand By Me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And he knows every single word by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was love always this good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Or could this be just the start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whoa darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Turn) turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Keep) keep this feelin' alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(When) when I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(So take) take me over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Be My Baby" comes on, and were movin' in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And the heat from your touch makes me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;like I'm losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whoa yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(And then they played) "Back In My Arms" again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(We close our eyes) we start rememberin' when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(We start to kiss) and now the feeling's intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And we just pray that this night never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wohohoho, my darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Turn) turn the radio up for that sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;me close never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Keep this feelin' alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Baaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;When I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;(So take) take me over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Turn) turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Keep) keep this feelin' alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;When I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(So take) take me over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Make me lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Turn) turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Keep) keep this feelin' alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Make me lose control&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/10833647-4548041089521228119?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4548041089521228119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-lose-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4548041089521228119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4548041089521228119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-lose-control.html' title='Make me lose control'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5347872157144920913</id><published>2006-10-14T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:39:05.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santo Domingo viaje'/><title type='text'>YYZ-PUJ - los Ta de Ivette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues, evidentemente he estado un poco perdida... Estoy en Santo Domingo, pero es como si no estuviera. Estoy aun recuperandome de mi "fabulosa" operacion... estos pies mios si dan malas cuentas... Empiezo con el vuelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El domingo a las 1 de la manana estabamos en el Aeropuerto, es bueno mencionar que el vuelo era a las 6.30 y teniamos que llegar 3 horas antes.... pero no, llegamos 5 horas y media antes... por si acaso no? pues, despues de conocer todo lo que rodea la terminal y de acostarnos a echar un suenito en pleno piso de la fila. Pasan las 3 y 4 de la manana, y no hay senal de la gente de Air Canada por parte, finalmente a las 5 de la manana, empiezan a hacerle el check in a to el mundo y entramos a la terminal. Pues a las 6.30 es que empiezan a montarnos en el avion... o sea, a las 6.30 era que ibamos a salir... pero na... salimos cerca de las 7 de la manana y llegamos al Aeropuerto de Punta Cana a las 10.30am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luego de hacer toda la fila y llenar lo papelito, dice mima... "Y MI GORRA?" pues yo me tuve que devolver, salir a la pista, ubicar un chamaco de Conquest, subir al avion, entregar el ticket y quitarle la gorra a la muchacha de Conquest, yo sentia que me estaba derritiendo y mima muy sentadito abajo de una palma... asi si es bueno cono...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues para el regreso, nos fue a buscar un primo de mima y nos llevo a su casa para las primeras frias, y de ahi nos fuimos con Daniel... otro primo de mima para La Romana, donde mi suegrita nos esperaba con un suculento pollo a la chinola. Que ricura!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... despues de mucho barajar llegamos a Santo Domingo, donde estaban todos los hermanos de Giancarlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasaron to esos dias, y yo aun sin ver a nadie, la verdad es que no vine a hacer visitas sociales, fue estrictamente para operar mis piecitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El jueves se celebro el cumpleanos de mi cunada Ivette (todos pasen por Brown Sugar, los mejores postres y picaderas para todos sus eventos!), que incluia orquesta... celebrando por lo grande su entrada a los Ta.. a eso de las nueve de la noche empezo la fiesta de verdad... SERGIO VARGAS mi hermano... oite?? que si oite??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/DSC03792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/200/DSC03792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hermosa pareja!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, y como el asunto se dio tan bueno hasta baile con Sergio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con Roger Zayas y Sergio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5347872157144920913?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5347872157144920913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/yyz-puj-los-ta-de-ivette.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5347872157144920913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5347872157144920913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/10/yyz-puj-los-ta-de-ivette.html' title='YYZ-PUJ - los Ta de Ivette'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-5752340170067447286</id><published>2006-09-20T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:21:27.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>N.R.D.A.</title><content type='html'>The thing I hate about the people commenting about how clasist and racist Praia is, is that when they're out of our beloved DR they fail to see that all over the world people make lines outside pubs, cafes, discos, lounge, and that your entrance is totally up to the bouncer... yes... bouncers were not invented in DR, whatever you may think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many discos here in Toronto that I would never go to, simply because I just know I will be bounced off unless my boss gets me in, and why the hell would I like to go someplace where I won't fit in, and be around people that would probably be talking about things I don't give a fuck about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world would a private club let in a person that if refused entrance will start throwing rocks, not caring if he injured someone. I know this guy, he's no goody two shoes, and he's not black. He wasn't allowed in because of his colour, but probably because they already knew what he's like, as I know this wasn't his first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the people saying stuff about the bouncer, and how he's a uneducated fellow with a gun, COME ON, grow up and look around you... a bouncer will not be an educated fellow.. otherwise he wouldn't be working there! Who are they actually going to hire? a guard? as a lot of bloggers have said... guards in DR are not exactly very umm... how to say it... educated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be just me thinking that the bouncer wanted to shoot the car or Raul, not the girl.. I don't know... but it looks as if you're trying to blame it all on the bouncer, and it seems unfair... VIOLENCE BEGETS VIOLENCE. You hit me, and you bet your ass I will hit you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not excluding the bouncer of his actions, they were rash, but I would put most of the blame on Raul, him I would make sure goes to jail, what he did was provoke a chain reaction that ended up with his friend getting killed. I hope he never ever gets to sleep well at night, knowing that he is the reason she can no longer be with her family and her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-5752340170067447286?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/5752340170067447286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/nrda.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5752340170067447286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/5752340170067447286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/nrda.html' title='N.R.D.A.'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-4835591282156228777</id><published>2006-09-11T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:25:36.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy for you!</title><content type='html'>Elsa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a day that brings sorrow to the world,&lt;br /&gt;you made my day!,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for you my friend&lt;br /&gt;Five years later you've officially beat it&lt;br /&gt;It brings a smile to my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-4835591282156228777?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/4835591282156228777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-happy-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4835591282156228777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/4835591282156228777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-happy-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m so happy for you!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-3832865238210139288</id><published>2006-09-06T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:44:49.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas noticias sobre Pluton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Disney reacts to Pluto News: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to let sleeping dogs lie, Disney las week responded tongue in cheek, to the news that Pluto has been dumped by Earth-bound scientists and astrologers as an official planet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Disney in a special release: "In reaction to news that Pluto was demoted to the status of 'dwarf planet', the Seven Dwarfs issued their own short statement: 'Although we think it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DOPEY &lt;/span&gt;that Pluto has been downgraded to a dwarf planet, which has made some people &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;GRUMPY &lt;/span&gt;and others just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;, we are not  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BASHFUL &lt;/span&gt;in saying we would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;if Disney's Pluto would join us as an 8th dwarf. We think this is just what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;DOC &lt;/span&gt;ordered and is nothing to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;SNEEZE &lt;/span&gt;at'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As Mickey Mouse's faithful companion, Pluto made his debut in 1930 - The same year that scientists discovered what they believed was the ninth planet. Said a white-gloved, yellow-shoed source close to Disney's top dog, "I think the whole thing is goofy. Pluto has never been interested in astronomy before, other than maybe an occasional howl at the moon." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-3832865238210139288?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/3832865238210139288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/mas-noticias-sobre-pluton.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3832865238210139288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/3832865238210139288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/09/mas-noticias-sobre-pluton.html' title='Mas noticias sobre Pluton!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-270614958910674364</id><published>2006-08-31T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:14:30.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not a real post</title><content type='html'>ya tengo las fotos de la travesia... luego las posteo que tengo vaganditis aguda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-270614958910674364?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/270614958910674364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-real-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/270614958910674364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/270614958910674364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-real-post.html' title='not a real post'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-885884911731977144</id><published>2006-08-29T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:05:52.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La mudanza....</title><content type='html'>Despues de mucho trabajo, finalmente logramos ir a buscar los motetes* a Montreal (a una gloriosa distancia de 534 kilometros (si no le dieron matematicas, a 100km/h son 5 horas y media majomeno). Pues el clima aqui esta totalmente Fall Mode ON... mucha brisa, muchas lluviecitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lunes temprano cojemos para la ciudad de Montreal (como no tenemos donde dormir, tuvimos que dormir a Ottawa, que queda a dos horas de Montreal.. .igual en distancia desde Toronto anyways...) y en lo que esperamos a Jonathan y alquilamos el camion y nos entregaron los muebles... que rollo... a las  nueve y media fue que salimos de Mtl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Montreal tuvimos que dejar un viaje de cosas entre ellas el colchon con su base, el juego de comedor y el futon... no solo por falta de espacio, sino de animos para traerlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a eso de las 4 de la manana, porque no podiamos venir dique a 100, aparte de tener el camion lleno, teniamos que venir remolcando el carro que alquilamos para la travesia (nos salia mas barato de esta forma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios... si sera que tendre que ir a darme un baño en las aguas azufrada... santisimo cuanto trabajo es que pasamos!!! nononono... esto es increible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah porque no acaba ahi el asunto... hoy no hay luz porque Hydro (electricidad) esta cambiando unas lineas... yo vivo encaramada y pico... como subo los muebles???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;* Motete &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sust. masc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dícese de algún artículo, puede referirse a cualquier tipo de objeto.&lt;br /&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/10833647-885884911731977144?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/885884911731977144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-mudanza.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/885884911731977144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/885884911731977144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-mudanza.html' title='La mudanza....'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8775873730843708900</id><published>2006-08-25T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:50:30.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluton... farsante!!!</title><content type='html'>Despues de yo tener que memorizarme los NUEVE planetas, en orden desde el sol hasta ehem.. &lt;a href="http://www.nineplanets.org/pluto.html"&gt;PLUTON&lt;/a&gt;... y ahora pa que me salten con que no es un planeta... planeta... que es un planeta ENANO. Asi que ya no son 9 sino 8 planetas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye Pluton...  sinverguenza farsante desde los años 30  engañandonos dizque era un planeta... Enano... no puedes negar que tienes el mal  de los hombres chiquitos... tu porque tabas tan lejos creias que nos ibas a engañar por siempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta bueno que te pase... buen charlatan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/060824_planet_definition.html"&gt;Aqui mas informacion sobre la conclusion de los astronomos... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-8775873730843708900?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8775873730843708900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/pluto-farsante.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8775873730843708900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8775873730843708900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/pluto-farsante.html' title='Pluton... farsante!!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-8538989517754774699</id><published>2006-08-23T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:35:57.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentandoles...</title><content type='html'>Mis Ninos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk y Rock!!!!!! que mononorerias eh!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/1600/PICT0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3823/1322/320/PICT0194.jpg" alt="" 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/10833647-8538989517754774699?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/8538989517754774699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/presentandoles.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8538989517754774699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/8538989517754774699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/presentandoles.html' title='Presentandoles...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115601254363343971</id><published>2006-08-19T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:35:43.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasuriiiiiii por queeeeeeeeee?!!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El mundo del espectaculo sufre otra perdida... como si no fuera poco el desaire que nos hizo la agrupacion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milli_Vanilli"&gt;Milli Vanilli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;una vez mas somos victima de un engano vil... Resulta que Yasuri Yamileth, esa artista internacional venerada por miles y miles de amantes de la buena musica, no es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gracias a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bracuta.blogspot.com"&gt;Bracuta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, quien ha ayudado a desenmascarar este fraude me he enterado que realmente la cancion fue cantada por otra persona, y luego buscaron esta fantastica modelo del video para grabarlo... lean mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://alt1040.com/archivo/2006/08/17/la-verdadera-yasuri-yasuri-yamilleth/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115601254363343971?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115601254363343971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/yasuriiiiiii-por-queeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115601254363343971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115601254363343971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/yasuriiiiiii-por-queeeeeeeeee.html' title='Yasuriiiiiii por queeeeeeeeee?!!?!?!?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115592680497321657</id><published>2006-08-18T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:46:45.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajecitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Esta es la temporada de viajecitos... me gusta y no me gusta... Gusta pues por que mas!!! conozco muchos sitios y hago muchisimos contactos... Ademas de que me estan pagando por ir a sitios super cool, con gente igualmente super cool, a hacer un trabajo super cool... YES, I do love my job! No me gusta... porque I miss my mima too much!!!! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Pues el lunes tempranito (and by early I mean I had to get up at 4.30 AM), me fui pal airport (despues de que tuve que hacer el sacrificio de quedarme en el Hilton!) para irnos a Calgary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A pesar de que era un vuelo interno, nos revisaron las carteras y hasta para los displays (y eso, que eramos como 70) nos dieron brega... CERO DE NA!, ni siquiera el chapstick me querian dejar montar... asi que llegue a calgary con los labios mucho mas que secos... Cuatro horas despues... a las 9 y pico llegamos a Calgary (hora de alla, estan a dos horas menos de aqui), y me encanto el aeropuerto... ellos son como que super vaqueros... cheken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0026-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cada carrusel tenia sus propias cositas de esas... las otras eran de nieve... bleh... esta es la mas chula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0028.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;La ciudad es super duper linda. Muchisimo mas organizada que Toronto o Montreal, aunque tiene el feeling de ciudad grande, todo el mundo es mas que simpatico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0031.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0037.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Fui por una calle peatonal que tenia estas ... obras de arte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0042-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cuanto tiempo duraria un semaforo de estos alla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0036.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Me tuve que sacrificar y dormir en esta camita.... cuanto trabajo pasa uno... eh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0034-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;El martes tempranito... arrancamos para Vancouver, miren las fotos del viaje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0073.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0065.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In Vancouver, I went to this bar and grill... awsome, called Flying Beaver... for you perverts... the Beaver is a PLANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0085-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;El bar es muy muy cool, porque tiene como un aeropuertico pero para aviones con flotas... miren que chulas las fotos de los aviones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Segun mima esto es un Twin Otter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0093.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Foticos foticos... estas son con la chica que representa la oficina de turismo de las vegas... bueno, una de ellas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0102-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Several Twin Otter laters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0099-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahora... Dominican Republic, Vancouver y Las Vegas... muuuchos twin otters despues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0117-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eso si... ahora estoy.. .muerta de cansancio.. solo quiero estar en mi camita mimiendo muuuuuucho... uff... no me aguanto los pies!!!! anoche tuve el ultimo de la serie esta, dentro de tres semanas tengo otro para calgary!! de nuevo! y para Edmonton.. que es bar none mi ciudad favorita de Canada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115592680497321657?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115592680497321657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/viajecitos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115592680497321657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115592680497321657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/viajecitos.html' title='Viajecitos'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115540896646517111</id><published>2006-08-12T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:56:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Intelligence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;will most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;definitely  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;have to take one of those courses. I can't quite control, as a matter of fact, any emotion, whether good or bad... And that's not good at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne of the things that get me most angry is whenever I feel like I have no control whatsoever in a certain situation. That no matter how much I try, and plead, and beg, and grovel, something will not go my way, or it won't have the result I was hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ot only does that apply in my work enviroment, but also on the personal level. My "Karma" as Clara so sweetly puts it, is going to drive me mad... It's that thing where no matter how much you try to erase its picture off your mind, it always comes and hits you hard, no matter how much I try to ignore it, it continues to jump in front of my face and taking me off guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat stone in you shoe, that no matter how many times you try and throw it out, it finds its way back in. Don't you hate that? that feeling that won't go away??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd that karma not only makes me mad, it takes me always by surprise and makes me feel like a small child lost in a very large place, with lots of people around. Whatever self-confidence I though I had, just goes to the gutters, it drains me from any hapiness left in my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y body is left with nothing but worries, tears, and the feeling that you'll someday walk away from me. That feeling that I'll lose you no matter how much I love you, no matter how much you say you love me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; might know deep inside the answer to my karma, but until I find it... please hold me tight and kiss away my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115540896646517111?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115540896646517111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/emotional-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115540896646517111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115540896646517111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/emotional-intelligence.html' title='Emotional Intelligence?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115498356481907412</id><published>2006-08-07T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:46:04.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So... what is life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see around me, people looking for success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see them walking, without a deeper purpose in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see people complaining of the rocks life puts in front of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grudginly walking over them, not really taking them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walk and walk, and find them again in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they're walking, yet they don't really go anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're stuck in the same minute, the same hour, the same day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what is life, without a little pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how will we appreciate all good that comes from that rock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is life without tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how will we love the laughters that precede them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what is life without obstacles, but a mere walk in the park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what is life without learning when we've gone too far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is life without the lessons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is life without the trials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would we love the way we love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would we cherish the smaller things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would we laugh the way we laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would we feel all that we feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115498356481907412?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115498356481907412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-what-is-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115498356481907412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115498356481907412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-what-is-life.html' title='So... what is life?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115206081304516401</id><published>2006-07-04T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:55:56.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Po na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0077-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/gabbie205/PICT0077-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ganó&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115206081304516401?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115206081304516401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/07/po-na.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115206081304516401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115206081304516401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/07/po-na.html' title='Po na...'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115133684775047086</id><published>2006-06-26T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:09:38.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Prix du Canada!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Antes que nada... el slogan de ellos esta bien puesto... Nada... NADA se compara a estar en un &lt;a href="http://www.grandprix.ca/site_content.html"&gt;Grand Prix&lt;/a&gt;. Lo primero es que los carros, el sonido, nada mas eso es suficiente para uno darse un natural high. No me imagino como esos tigueres saldran de esa carrera, con la adrenalina a mil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de hablar con Alex, resolví irme el mismo viernes ... como sea.. a Montreal. Me metí en la siempre trustworthy &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org"&gt;craigslist.org &lt;/a&gt;y me encontre con un servicio de ridesharing express a montreal, por la mitad del precio y mas rapido que un bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer driver era bien, calladito, asi que me pude concentrar en los ultimos chismes de hollywood y en dar una dormidita. El segundo, de Kingston a Montreal no paro de hablar un segundo.. siempre recordandome que nadie te cede el paso... que usted tiene que hacer su propio paso... uy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a &lt;a href="http://www.tourisme-montreal.org"&gt;Montreal&lt;/a&gt; como a las 11 de la noche, y mima me fue a buscar casi de una vez a la estación. Me lavé la cara y nos fuimos para &lt;a href="http://www.montrealnow.com/calendar/product.php?pid=1513"&gt;Crescent&lt;/a&gt;, donde hacen todas las actividades pre-grand prix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nos juntamos entonces alla con Fernando, Edgar y Manuel, que vinieron desde Santo Domingo para ir al Grand Prix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;de iz. a der. Fernando, Edgar y yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Fernando, yo y Gianky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pues bien... llego el sabado, y fuimos a las precalificaciones. Schumacher quedo en 5to :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;y bueh... domingo, dia de la carrera... preambulos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fernando = peluca roja, loguito de ferrari en el cachete, t-shirt de ferrari y bandera en la espalda...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Edgar = peluca azul, cara azul con amarillo, t-shirt de renault y ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Giancarlo = peluca negra, camisa negra y bandera en el cachete y una en la espalda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yo = sin peluca... pero si con mi bandera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Manuel = sin peluca, pero con la banderita en el cachete...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;luego posteo las fotos que no me han llegado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Como estabamos en entrada general, duramos muuuucho buscando el "perfect spot" al principio estabamos en el final de la recta , pero no veiamos muy bien y decidimos movernos hasta la lomita donde se veia la recta completa y la curva (que ni tan curva, era una total U), oliamos hasta las gomas de los frenazos, el sonido... o sea, el que no esta ahi no se imagina lo que es eso senores, suena totalmente diferente! desde los acelerones, hasta cuando estan bajando los cambios... es algo indescriptible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Massa (quedo en 5to.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0115.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0115.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;La cola de Fernando Alonso (que se llevo el podium 1er. Lugar) con Kimmi Raikkonen detras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0116.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Michael Schumacher (quedo en Segundo lugar, luego de que Raikkonen tuviera complicaciones)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0117.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0117.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pues aqui estan los resultados... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alonso en primero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Schumacher en segundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Raikkonen en tercero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luego que se termino la carrera, procedimos a gaviarnos por la verja (como todos los demas, no se crean que eramos los unicos!) para ir a la pista... la recorrimos, muy a mi pesar, completa, hasta llegar a los pozos, que claro estaban TOTALMENTE del lado opuesto al que estabamos nosotros...Pero valio la pena (como la cancion de Marc Anthony). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Keep walking... Johnny Walker... en la curvita (parezco como una superheroe con la bandera puesta asi... jejejejejeje)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;En el checkpoint de Shell &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0197.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0197.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Viendo el F1 de Villeneuve siendo remolcado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/IMG_0748.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/IMG_0748.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Con alguno de los muchachos que tan escondidos por si acaso alguno choca...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0196.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0196.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finalmente... llegamos a los pozos, donde estaba Alonso celebrando con sus mecánicos... Que lio para tirar esta foto, tuvimos que meter la camarita entre la malla ciclonica (de las anchotas) y despues de par de golpecitos leve, pudimos lograrla... gracias Fernan!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/IMG_0767.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/IMG_0767.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despues... Alonso fue donde lo esperabamos nosotros (bueno... no nosotros de mi grupo, nosotros de un viaje de gente), despues de muuuuchos empujones pude llegar al frente y meter la mano por la misma verja, y ALONSO ME DIO LA MANO!!!! uuuy! tan bello.. lo que si es que es un puro chaparrito!!!! tan bello el!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0215.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0215.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;la mano que me toco alonso! se un poco de la peluca de Edgar alias le petit blanche schtrumpf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0226.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0226.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ban ban banderaso verde! El inicio del circuito! Guilles es el papa de Jacques Villeneuve, y asi es que se llama el circuito, por eso dice Salut Guilles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/PICT0208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/PICT0208.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Todo perfecto... luego me junte con  Alex que me dio una bola con Yupis y Johi y Chavas desde alla... 5 horas despues llegamos a toronto, donde cai rendida, y hoy  na.. de nuevo la rutina... a trabajar a las 9...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115133684775047086?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115133684775047086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/grand-prix-du-canada.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115133684775047086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115133684775047086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/grand-prix-du-canada.html' title='Grand Prix du Canada!!!!!'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115083593914851477</id><published>2006-06-20T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:38:59.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-3 jours... le Grand Prix du Canada - Montreal,QC</title><content type='html'>En el circuito Jacques Villeneuve se celebrará el próximo domingo 25 de Junio el &lt;a href="http://www.grandprix.ca"&gt;Grand Prix du Canada&lt;/a&gt;, en la ciudad de &lt;a href="http://www.tourisme-montreal.org"&gt;Montreal&lt;/a&gt;. La ciudad se vuelve otra... être là, le vivre, incomparable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese mismo fin de semana, aparte de Fernando y entourage (aun no se quienes son los que vienen... pero ESPERO QUE ME TRAIGAN MIS YUQUITAS!), se quedarán en casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johi, Yupis, Chavas, Alex, Elsa, y posiblemente, Nella y Oscar... quite an impressive amount of people for... GASP... 1 bathroom... I'm telling you... it's gonna be hillarious!!! toy loca por llegar na ma pa ve ese DESORDEN de gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto... les dejo esta fotico de la fiesta Dominicana en &lt;a href="http://www.worldsbestbars.com/city/toronto/amber-toronto.htm"&gt;Amber &lt;/a&gt;el pasado 17 de Mayo. Parece de las fotos que ponen de los desaparecidos jijiji... que jumo teniamos mima y yo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/1600/DSCF0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2407/473/320/DSCF0642.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115083593914851477?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115083593914851477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-jours-le-grand-prix-du-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115083593914851477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115083593914851477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-jours-le-grand-prix-du-canada.html' title='-3 jours... le Grand Prix du Canada - Montreal,QC'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115050738900515423</id><published>2006-06-16T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:23:09.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I love it when I find out those dirty little secrets that give a person out. Those hard rockers who watch American / Canadian Idol, those who hide their Shakira records and then those who flat out lie about their addiction to certain tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure? sneaking my gummy teddy bears, and whatching those shows (mtv canada specializes in ridiculous yet oh so funny yeah-right-they're-reality shows) that if anyone is around me I wouldn't stop my remote on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare ya! what's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; guilty pleasure?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115050738900515423?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115050738900515423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/guilty-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115050738900515423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115050738900515423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115038902680950905</id><published>2006-06-15T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:34:13.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La incompetencia de los jovenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Estaba yo leyendo el blog de &lt;a href="http://phoenixdiaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/contrasentido-250506.html"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; y en la respuesta me salio esto... bare with me, this is pure stream of consciousness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://phoenixdiaz.blogspot.com"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; estoy sumamente de acuerdo con lo que dices... al fin y al cabo, sino eres parte de la solucion eres parte del problema. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por eso me da tanto pique ver la gente quejandose de los politicos, de la situacion, de si esto, de si lo otro, sin embargo los veo dia a dia haciendo lo mismo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quejandose de la basura en las calles y tirando papeles en las aceras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quejandose de las altas facturas de telefono/agua/luz, sin embargo haciendo desperdicios prevenibles (hablando sepentichorrocientas horas en el celular, dejando llaves abiertas, luces encendidas, aires la noche entera...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quejandose de los politicos y absteniendose de votar (sin voto no tienes voz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hay miles de cosas que uno puede comenzar a hacer, miles de cosas que si la juventud de hoy, teniendo acceso a tanta informacion, a tantos recursos... Se supone que nosotros deberiamos ser MAS activos que nuestros antecesores, porque tenemos mas nivel de informacion y de comunicacion... me llena de rabia que simplemente hagan voz para quejarse sin nunca proponer una solución que por lo menos a tu alrededor tenga cierto efecto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmarcano.com/mipais/biografia/duarte.html"&gt;Duarte&lt;/a&gt; tenía 31 años cuando la independencia, &lt;a href="http://www.jmarcano.com/mipais/biografia/mella.html"&gt;Mella&lt;/a&gt; tenía 28 y &lt;a href="http://www.jmarcano.com/mipais/biografia/sanchez.html"&gt;Sánchez&lt;/a&gt; 27.. coño, esos son 2 años más que yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;La mayor de las &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirabal_sisters"&gt;Mirabal&lt;/a&gt; tenía 36 cuando las asesinaron... luego de ya tener mucho tiempo luchando contra el regimen de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafael_Trujillo"&gt;Trujillo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.misalcedo.com/manolo_tavarez_"&gt;Manolo&lt;/a&gt; estaba aun en sus 20's cuando se iniciaron las reuniones secretas del &lt;a href="http://www.rincondominicano.com/historia/trujillo/movimiento14dejunio.php"&gt;14 de Junio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cuando derrocaron a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fulgencio_Batista"&gt;Fulgencio Batista &lt;/a&gt;en Cuba, el &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Che_Guevara"&gt;Che&lt;/a&gt; tenía la misma edad de Duarte cuando la independencia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Si queremos, nosotros tenemos todo en nuestras manos para cambiar las cosas... no estoy llamando a revoluciones, simplemente a que cada quien haciendo lo suyo cambiar nuestro entorno... a no ser parte del problema... ser parte de la solucion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10833647-115038902680950905?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115038902680950905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-incompetencia-de-los-jovenes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115038902680950905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115038902680950905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-incompetencia-de-los-jovenes.html' title='La incompetencia de los jovenes'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10833647.post-115029606586936880</id><published>2006-06-14T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:35:35.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So are you a bathroom reader?</title><content type='html'>The world is divided by two kinds of people: those who read in the bathroom and... those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?, well I'm certainly one of those who read... I can't really sit there, you know, just.. I just can't... Over the years this has proven to be a problem, because not everyone has staks of magazine in their bathrooms. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I can proudly say I can name most any kind of components in toothpaste (active ingredients?? what the hell!?!?) shampoos, hand sanitizer among other interesting things that I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para los que no leen... por favor, hagan una nota mental y dejen al menos un condorito en el baño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lo largo del tiempo he encontrado que uno puede conocer diferentes tipos de personas solo fijandome por su "selección" de lectura. He entrado a baños que tienen hasta libros de química y geometría... libros de historia, de poesías... he econtrado condoritos, y una muy popular la revista Vanidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace mucho tiempo descubrí una joya que todo el mundo debería tener en sus baños: &lt;a href="http://www.bathroomreader.com/"&gt;Uncle John's Bathroom Reader&lt;/a&gt; le regale a mi suegro uno dedicado a Citas Literarias... pero siendo un libro de baño, no son todas citas literarias serias... muchas de comedias, citas de los ricos y famosos, de deportistas (los pobres jocks esos)... en fin, cada quien de seguro que puede encontrar en una sentada (please do note the pun) al menos 3 que le gusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les recomiendo, si leen en el baño, que se den una pasadita por el website, realmente valen la pena los libritos esos!! &lt;a href="http://www.bathroomreader.com/images/throne/samplers/book_of_dumb_short.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 664px" height="575" alt="" src="http://www.bathroomreader.com/images/throne/samplers/book_of_dumb_short.gif" 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/10833647-115029606586936880?l=gabbie205.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/feeds/115029606586936880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-are-you-bathroom-reader.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115029606586936880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10833647/posts/default/115029606586936880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbie205.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-are-you-bathroom-reader.html' title='So are you a bathroom reader?'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05675425179649365146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M5NLIMaDQ/TYNhm0l0bMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/UdmkAIMWstA/s220/38841_10150217473975403_863930402_13752630_3051614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
