<?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-6483870</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:09:37.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>esta noche está tan azulada ..</title><subtitle type='html'>its such a lovely day to have to always feel this way .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108852008079095425</id><published>2004-06-29T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:44:42.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poko a poko empiezo a desatarme .. dónde está la ropa ke dejé ? dónde está la falla en esta historia ? kuál es el porké de tenerte lejos ? .. kuándo vas a akordarte de mí ? tengo poko ke kontar , i pedir ke ya no kuentes konmigo (soi un tanto egoísta)&lt;br /&gt;kuándo vas a akordarte de mí ? sería bueno konfesar ke los dos ya kedamos mui , mui lejos .. i ke kada tanto te xtranio ..&lt;br /&gt;sako d una kaja algunas kartas , kiero kontestarlas otra vez .. kuántas oraciones sin sentido , kedan al leer lo keskribí ..&lt;br /&gt;(adikta - poko a poko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada , nada , sentimientos viejos , i kosas ke se mesklan , i ke suben i bajan , mucho i mui poko , todo el tiempo ..&lt;br /&gt;pero weno , nada &lt;br /&gt;nomás me pintó así komo una melankolía i rekuerdos i kosas ke kedan ahí , ke se fueron , ke vuelven , o no .. &lt;br /&gt;ando mui sensible i mui histérika i mui mandona i mui intolerante i mui triste i mui dolorida i kontenta i extraniosa i aká i ayer i pensando en el futuro , kosa ke jamás hice , pero pensando de una forma mui rara , bastante desagradable , aunke está bien , kreo , aunke hai kosas ke no me perdono , pero tampoko tengo renkores , iwal duele un toke , de vez en kuando , eskuchando esto o akello , i leyendo esas kosas , i el presente ke no está bien , i estoi kolgada , i no kisiera ke fuera así , pero hai kosas ke no puedo kontrolar , o no kiero , kizá me gusta sentirme así , kizá me gusta este nudo aká adentro i la angustia i me arden los ojos i por ké te hago esto ? bla , ké raro ké falso ké poko sentido ke tiene esto , pero kién necesita ke tenga sentido , yo no , aunke a veces sí estaría bueno , i ke las kosas vayan en una dirección konkreta , no importa kuál , aunke si lo pienso kreo ke no estaría bueno , bah no sé&lt;br /&gt;o sí sé&lt;br /&gt;debe ser la fiebre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108852008079095425?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108852008079095425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108852008079095425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/poko-poko-empiezo-desatarme.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108851645227154076</id><published>2004-06-29T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T10:40:52.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062444529_one.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is one year old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is one year old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is new to me. I like watching the world&lt;br&gt;go by around me, and I don't sweat the small&lt;br&gt;stuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so long&lt;br&gt;as I stay warm and safe and dry, life's pretty&lt;br&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108851645227154076?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108851645227154076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108851645227154076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-inner-child-is-one-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108803399853850714</id><published>2004-06-23T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:39:58.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>era un pollito tan pero tan inteligente ke en vez de decir 'pi' decía 3,1416 (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108803399853850714?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108803399853850714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108803399853850714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/era-un-pollito-tan-pero-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108713416250665832</id><published>2004-06-13T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T10:42:42.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion never glimpse the truth , then its far too late when they pass away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to realise its all within yourself , no one else can make you change and see youre really only very small , and life flows within you and without you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when youve seen beyond yourself then you may find peace of mind is waiting there , and the time will come when you see were all one , and life flows on within you and without you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108713416250665832?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108713416250665832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108713416250665832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-were-talking-about-space-between-us.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108710736649491445</id><published>2004-06-13T03:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T03:17:31.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/779589_500_375.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/779588_480_640.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/779585_480_640.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta noche de sábado sencillamente no es mi noche .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108710736649491445?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108710736649491445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108710736649491445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/esta-noche-de-sbado-sencillamente-no.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108664433081594613</id><published>2004-06-07T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:38:50.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>resulta ke soi kompletamente posesiva . todo objeto ke está a mi alrededor es mio . todo lo ke tiene kontakto konmigo me pertenece .entonces , las personas ke están cerka tienen ke estar de akuerdo konmigo , sólo pueden hacer lo ke yo (enkubiertamente) les digo , les tiene ke gustar todo lo ke yo hago , tienen ke opinar iwal ke yo .&lt;br /&gt;entonces , ké pasa ? ke , a veces , no están de akuerdo . a veces se interesan x otras kosas ke no son yo . a veces no me konsultan lo ke van a hacer . i vero entra en konflikto (&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;) . sentimientos , intereses , moral , todo así , haciendo kilombo dentro de mi pekenia existencia .&lt;br /&gt;i klaro , estos desakuerdos internos provokan angustia , i esto me lleva a intentar problematizar el konflikto para buskar alguna solución . i problematizar kansa . pero tampoko da pa estankarme en el konflikto . i de última termino autokonvenciendome de ke a veces las kosas no son komo kiero , pero we , a nivel konciente me konvenzo nomás , x ke viste kel inkonciente no se kontrola ,, i siempre termino en la misma , i me saturo en neurosis varias i mi cerebrito está kansado .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;)soi grosa i hablo de mí misma así en 3era persona &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las re faltas de ortografía i malísima redacción pero ni da releer porke es un post malísimo , &lt;br /&gt;pero esto lo venía pensando en el tren , porke sadsadddsdd &lt;br /&gt;hai ke dejar ke las kosas se vayan kuando terminaron su ciklo . ké difícil .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108664433081594613?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108664433081594613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108664433081594613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/06/resulta-ke-soi-kompletamente-posesiva.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108597146045326530</id><published>2004-05-30T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T23:44:20.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;novedades&lt;/strong&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;we , gracias [k] ke me ayudÃ³ a arreglar el archivo del blog , joya ..&lt;br /&gt;laburo nuevo , ke por ahora safa una re bocha&lt;br /&gt;me hice otro usuario en DA .. &lt;a href="http://veronica-.deviantart.com/"&gt;veronica-&lt;/a&gt; .. son las kosas ke se hacen kuando se estÃ¡ al pedo un domingo x la tardenoche(kÃ© palabra chota e)(odio las personas ke se autodenominan artistas)&lt;br /&gt;anteojos nuevos(?)&lt;br /&gt;dejÃ© definitivamente el profesorado , estaba realmente agotada i fastidiada , i wen , toi viendo pa komenzar el cbc pa psikologÃ­a este kuatrimestre ke viene ahora&lt;br /&gt;aprendÃ­ a usar el soulseek (gracias pastor)(?)&lt;br /&gt;i hai mÃ¡s , obvio , pero son privadas , eso es lo ke se puede kontar nomÃ¡s , chusma , kÃ© leÃ©s .. ?&lt;br /&gt;na mentira , kÃ© se yo&lt;br /&gt;se puede decir ke ando bastante biem .. &lt;br /&gt;bajando el cd de mÃºsika disko de CQC , kestÃ¡ regrosoÂ´&lt;br /&gt;me duele la kabeza re mal &lt;br /&gt;i we&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;no sÃ© , komenten de sus vidas (?) na mentira , re vodrio , wen , me parece ke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108597146045326530?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108597146045326530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108597146045326530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/novedades-we-gracias-k-ke-me-ayud.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108500790860547577</id><published>2004-05-19T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:05:08.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tengo un problema (sÃ­ , sÃ³lo uno , soi grosa(?)) , i es k me sarpo en celos , mui mal ..pero posta , sufro bocha x eso .. i no solo kon mi chiko (aaa gon :guinio: :guinio: (????)).. sino kon la gran mayorÃ­a de las kosas ke tengo cerka .. amigos/as , familiares .. hasta kon mi perro (tomi) (kuando viene el albanil i el chabÃ³m (tomi)le festeja , le salta i lo lame me muero de los celos maaaaaaaaal .. posta) .. &lt;br /&gt;sinceramante , me pone re mal saber ke la gente ke yo kiero puede llegar a tener algÃºn kontakto de kualkier tipo  kon otras personas ke no sea yo .&lt;br /&gt;es asÃ­ , re frikeante .. me lima la kabeza demasiado mal .. komo hablabamos el otro dÃ­a kon un amigo , me gustarÃ­a guardar a kada persona en una kajita diferente , i tenerlas todas en mi mesa de luz .. i los sako un rato , de a uno , charlan konmigo nomÃ¡s , i de welta a la kajita , sin kontakto kon el exterior . ese serÃ­a mi mundo ideal(?) . no , de verda .&lt;br /&gt;lo mÃ¡s feo es ke sufro en silencio , jo .. osea , nunka le digo a nadie ke algo me da celos , salvo asÃ­ jodiendo , pero sino no digo nada , i me welvo reloka i me re paranoikeo pensando kosas i kosas , i no es ke deskonfÃ­e de nadie , pero es algo ke no puedo kontrolar .. iwal ya sÃ© ke es un problema mio , i de mi inseguridad , i ke soi mui posesiva i esta personalidad tan adiktiva ke tengo , wen blabla el tema akÃ¡ es ke sufro , i bocha , .. me voi a kuchiar ok computer i llorar(?) .. na mentira , me voi a tudiar .. na , obvio ke no .. mejor me hago una ensalada  , aaa a a a sÃ­ , gordiiita (?)&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108500790860547577?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108500790860547577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108500790860547577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/tengo-un-problema-s-slo-uno-soi-grosa.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108464758466362923</id><published>2004-05-15T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:31:33.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siempre sentÃ­ ke no iba a llegar a los 20 &lt;br /&gt;por eso nunka hice planes .. nunka pensÃ© en kuÃ¡l era mi vokaciÃ³n , ni hice verdaderos amigos , no ahorrÃ© , no buskÃ© laburo ke valga la pena , ni me hice a la idea de formar una familia .. no sÃ© kocinar ni lavar , no rekuerdo las kosas .. no elegÃ­ el lugar dÃ³nde kiero vivir , ni kÃ© auto tener , el dÃ­a ke lo tenga .. hoi tengo 20 anios i todavÃ­a no me morÃ­ ..sigo kon la misma angustia ke sentÃ­a a los 11 anios .. todavÃ­a algunas ganas d terminar esto , pero sin animarme .. de ir i de venir , de hacer i de dejar de hacer .. pero cero koraje .. i menos voluntad .. estoi mui kansada , tengo 20 anios pero me siento de 40 .. es komo ke tengo pinta de 16 pero mi espÃ­ritu kamina kon bastÃ³n(?) .. no sÃ© , kansancio .. no me llevo biem kon mi kuerpo , ni kon algunos aspektos de mi mente ..  sdssdd este post no tiene sentido , el tema es ke tengo hambre , i ke un dÃ­a de estos me tiro abajo del tren i diskÃºlpenme los ke viajan ke los voi a hacer perder tiempo i llegar tarde , pasa ke soi mui kagona komo pa ponerme un tiro , o sobredosis .. e un favorcito , una vez nomÃ¡s&lt;br /&gt;we chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108464758466362923?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108464758466362923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108464758466362923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/siempre-sent-ke-no-iba-llegar-los-20.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108463251192098806</id><published>2004-05-15T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:19:06.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://www.garettmaggartnet.com/fiona/fiona.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are my angels ?&lt;br /&gt;wheres my golden one ?&lt;br /&gt;where is my hope .. now that my heroes have gone .. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are being beaten -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some .. are being born ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some cant tell the difference anymore ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108463251192098806?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108463251192098806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108463251192098806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/where-are-my-angels-wheres-my-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108456072490344649</id><published>2004-05-14T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T15:52:04.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada , estaba pensando asÃ­ mientras hablaba x msn kon unos individuos o algo asÃ­ , ke si yo fuera otra persona i me viera desde afuera , osea si hubiera una mina asÃ­ vero , seguro ke me odiarÃ­a i me kagarÃ­a a palos , asÃ­ todo el tiempo .. &lt;br /&gt;x lo histÃ©rika , molesta , gritona , insegura , indecisa , gorda(?) , pelotuda i todo eso ke soi , viste&lt;br /&gt;aunke iwal , komo leÃ­ ke postiÃ³ alguna vez la bella seniorita nat , 'yo me doi'(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108456072490344649?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108456072490344649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108456072490344649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/nada-estaba-pensando-as-mientras.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108442105895260511</id><published>2004-05-13T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T01:04:18.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>konfieso ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soi masokista&lt;br /&gt;me gusta komer kaldito knorr , asÃ­ solo , krudo&lt;br /&gt;me agarro piojos por lo menos una vez a la semana&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ­ bulÃ­mika &lt;br /&gt;kuando necesitÃ© guita no tuve drama en chorear , a kien sea&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ­ abusada de mui chika , de chika i de no tan chika&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ­ kokainÃ³mana x mÃ¡s de dos anios&lt;br /&gt;matÃ© gatos , pÃ¡jaros , ratas i hamsters&lt;br /&gt;soi egocÃ©ntrika mal &lt;br /&gt;me pagaron x sexo&lt;br /&gt;me intoxikÃ© bocha de veces , a propÃ³sito&lt;br /&gt;a veces kuando hago biskochuelo me komo esa krema ke se forma , antes de kocinarlo&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ­ anorÃ©xika&lt;br /&gt;soi bastante adikta a la pc&lt;br /&gt;pisÃ© a un chabÃ³m kon el auto&lt;br /&gt;en el sekundario akosÃ© a un profesor hasta ke tuvimos 'una aventura'&lt;br /&gt;lleguÃ© a komerme todo el pakete de neskuik asÃ­ solo&lt;br /&gt;solÃ­a fingir orgasmos&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ­ mui (mui) infiel &lt;br /&gt;me gusta mirar minas , asÃ­ lasÃ­vamente (o komo se eskriba)&lt;br /&gt;soi asmÃ¡tika i fumo mucho &lt;br /&gt;miento mucho a mis viejos i a mi (ex)psikiatra&lt;br /&gt;me gusta llamar la atenciÃ³n&lt;br /&gt;a veces todavÃ­a agarro merka&lt;br /&gt;soi obsesiva kon los ruidos i los olores&lt;br /&gt;una vez puse en pedo a una amiga i le sakÃ© fotos asÃ­ 'subidas de tono' , en kontra de su voluntad &lt;br /&gt;me komo las unias hasta ke me sangra mal , kuando estoi angustiada&lt;br /&gt;no kreo en todo eso del 'amor' i eso&lt;br /&gt;soi histÃ©rika i me gusta&lt;br /&gt;kuando estaba en la primaria nos tokÃ¡bamos en el banio kon mi mejor amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estÃ¡ bueno esto de konfesar&lt;br /&gt;kreo&lt;br /&gt;despuÃ©s sigo , ahora noni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108442105895260511?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108442105895260511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108442105895260511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/konfieso-ke-soi-masokista-me-gusta.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108439168280588989</id><published>2004-05-12T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T16:57:57.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el hecho de ke me siente en el sillÃ³n al lado tuyo kuando mirÃ¡s la tele no signifika , ni remÃ³tamente , ke me interesa en lo mÃ¡s mÃ­nimo las pelotudeses ke vos ves . &lt;br /&gt;(sÃ­ , sÃ³lo busko kompanÃ­a)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108439168280588989?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108439168280588989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108439168280588989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/el-hecho-de-ke-me-siente-en-el-silln.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108416074527192201</id><published>2004-05-10T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T00:45:45.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeee&lt;br /&gt;melankolÃ­a i todo ese sentimiento raro ke a veces pinta , mezkla de frÃ­o , tristeza , anioranza , alegrÃ­a , kolcha kalentita , estudio , mates , mÃºsika tristona , i ver i no ver gentes , i sentir i no sentir kosas (decir i no decirlas) .. buskando en los klasifikados pero pensando en esto i en akello ..  en lo difÃ­cil ke a veces (siempre) hacemos las kosas .. en lo lejos , en lo fÃ¡cil , en estar o no estar sola , i bien o mal , i esta melankolÃ­a ke no se va , i ke miro atrÃ¡s i eso estaba bien , pero no estaba bien , i tampoko adelante , ni al kostado .. esperando i sin esperanzas .. estÃ¡s pero no estÃ¡s .. sos vos ? espero ke no .. aunke en realidad espero ke sÃ­ .. o ke no .. volviendo a lo mismo , eso de dar las kosas x sentado .. hacerse la difÃ­cil , i perder lo ke vale la pena .. sentir i no decir .. decir sin sentir .. siempre va a ser asÃ­ ? .. sÃ­ , seguro .. aunke supongo ke no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen alto tema de fiona &lt;em&gt;love ridden &lt;/em&gt;, assdd :&lt;br /&gt;no , not 'baby' anymore .. if i need you ill just use your simple name .. only kisses on the cheek from now on , and in a little while , well only have to wave .. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108416074527192201?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108404126006252497?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108404126006252497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108404126006252497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/bue-anochie-juimos-amrika-i-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108404040236675295</id><published>2004-05-08T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T15:24:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the deeper you go the higher you fly &lt;br /&gt;the higher you fly the deeper you go &lt;br /&gt;everybodys got something to hide except for me and my monkey .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108404040236675295?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108404040236675295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108404040236675295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/deeper-you-go-higher-you-fly-higher.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108403889408120543</id><published>2004-05-08T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T14:59:23.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada , ke los hombres son kada vez menos kreÃ­bles ..&lt;br /&gt;(resentimiento ? ee sÃ­ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sÃ­ sÃ­ , generalizo .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108403889408120543?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108403889408120543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108403889408120543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/nada-ke-los-hombres-son-kada-vez-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108403876027942466</id><published>2004-05-08T14:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T14:57:10.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ© lindo es ke una mina te diga k sos linda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108403876027942466?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108403876027942466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108403876027942466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/k-lindo-es-ke-una-mina-te-diga-k-sos.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108362209985464091</id><published>2004-05-03T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:14:01.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen mucho bajÃ³m i cero ganas de nada asÃ­ ke voi a postear tÃ­pika trivialida pa evadir la realida i todas esas kosas ke hacemos las personas kuando estamos mal&lt;br /&gt;wen el viernes asÃ­ re limdo kon mi nene , wen sÃ¡bado , nada , dormÃ­ mucho , hablÃ© mucho por fono , i nada , i ayer domingo wen juimos a eso de la legalizaciÃ³n de no-sÃ©-kiÃ©n , ke al final no se hizo , pero wen , la vi a kari bombonaza , konocÃ­ a  &lt;a href="http://saraza.blogspot.com"&gt;jav&lt;/a&gt; i a &lt;a href="http://crapulosos.blogspot.com"&gt;otto&lt;/a&gt; , nada , juimo a tomar unas cervezas i (x lo menos yo) la pasÃ© joya, m kaguÃ© de risa i todo eso .. wen despuÃ©s kon gon i mi bro juimo a ver a la vela , i zafÃ³ .. no sÃ© , no me gustÃ³ mucho , yoruguas del orto(?) , pero tampoko fuÃ© malo .. digamos ke zafÃ³ .. bla .. i nada hoi me levantÃ© i me sentÃ­a mal asÃ­ k no fuÃ­ al profesorado , aunke la verda ke hubiera sido muuuucho mejor haber ido , pero wen toda esta mierda tarde o temprano iba a volver a volver , valga la redundancia , blabla ..&lt;br /&gt;aa tamiÃ©n konocÃ­ a &lt;a href="http://www.psikotika.blogspot.com"&gt;polaka&lt;/a&gt; , mui bonita la seniorita =)&lt;br /&gt;eee nada , tengo ganas de ir a ver a restos fÃ³siles&lt;br /&gt;hoi es 3 de mayo , hace un mes fuÃ© 3 de abril(?) .. wen sÃ­ , no suelo rekordar fechas , pero del 3 de abril me akuerdo , emmmm i nada , ultimamente sos una de las pokas kosas ke me ponen biem , te kero mucho nene i gracias x tar ahÃ­ , posta .. sÃ­ , re kursi , pero wen .. i pondrÃ­a alguna imagen asÃ­ de mishuz abrazados o algo asÃ­ jjkak pero ya fuÃ© , paja .. &lt;br /&gt;maniana tengo un pekenio parcial i no tengo ni el kaset grabado ni el libro , asÃ­ ke voi a ir kompletamente en bolas , wen ke sea lo ke dios kiera , komo siempre .. bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el tema de hoi&lt;/strong&gt; restos fÃ³siles . tratarÃ© &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puse haloscan , a ver si funka .. enetation hediondo --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108362209985464091?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108362209985464091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108362209985464091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/05/wen-mucho-bajm-i-cero-ganas-de-nada-as.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108327991557493367</id><published>2004-04-29T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:09:33.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola soi vero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/578738_384_478.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108327991557493367?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108327991557493367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108327991557493367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hola-soi-vero.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108325551222342970</id><published>2004-04-29T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T13:22:49.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ventana sobre el miedo &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eduardo galeano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el hambre desayuna miedo . el miedo al silencio aturde las kalles . el miedo amenaza .&lt;br /&gt;si usted ama , tendrÃ¡ sida &lt;br /&gt;si fuma , tendrÃ¡ kancer &lt;br /&gt;si respira , tendrÃ¡ kontaminaciÃ³n &lt;br /&gt;si bebe , tendrÃ¡ accidentes &lt;br /&gt;si kome , tendrÃ¡ kolesterol &lt;br /&gt;si habla , tendrÃ¡ desempleo&lt;br /&gt;si kamina , tendrÃ¡ violencia &lt;br /&gt;si piensa , tendrÃ¡ angustia &lt;br /&gt;si duda , tendrÃ¡ lokura &lt;br /&gt;si siente , tendrÃ¡ soledad .  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108325551222342970?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108325551222342970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108325551222342970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/ventana-sobre-el-miedo-eduardo-galeano.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108311193800983360</id><published>2004-04-27T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:30:42.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weno , para leer hoi , un kuento de la seniora aida bortnik&lt;br /&gt;mui mui bello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa pensar (?)&lt;br /&gt;na , posta pa pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/tomas.txt"&gt;tomÃ¡s el ortodoxo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108311193800983360?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108311193800983360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108311193800983360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/weno-para-leer-hoi-un-kuento-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108309055757303508</id><published>2004-04-27T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T16:04:00.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayer , tuve una re aventura (?)&lt;br /&gt;resulta ke salÃ­ del prof. i me fuÃ­ kaminando kon un amigo hasta la estaciÃ³n kaballito , del tren , bocha de kuadras , komo 20 (?) bah no sÃ© , pero mucho .&lt;br /&gt;wen , resulta ke no habÃ­a nadie asÃ­ guardia en la estaciÃ³n , tonces a mi friend no se le okurre mejor idea ke viajar sin sakar boleto ..  OMFG !! tipo yo sako siemmmmmmpre boleto , asÃ­ re gila , pero wen , no sÃ© , supongo ke me sentirÃ­a mal si no lo sako :s&lt;br /&gt;wen tonces me insitiÃ³ banda mal hasta ke me hartÃ³ e intentÃ© golpearlo pero se me hizo imposible dada su estatura , i la mÃ­a ,  asÃ­ ke tuve ke decirle ke sÃ­ , .. saltamos el molinete o komo se llame , i vino el tren i nos subimos ..&lt;br /&gt;weno nada , viajamo asÃ­ todo biem&lt;br /&gt;el chabÃ³m se bajÃ³ en haedo .. chau kuidate .. i ahÃ­ kedÃ© sola  , i encima sin boleto !! aaaa kÃ© hago kÃ© hago !!&lt;br /&gt;luego de un par de minutos el tren arribÃ³ a la estaciÃ³n morÃ³n , i procedo a bajarme .. lleno de chanchos x las salidas de los molinetes esos chotos , asÃ­ ke saltarlos iba a ser imposible .. tonces kÃ© hice ? kaminÃ© todo x el andÃ©n hasta la punta , i komo soi re loka , saltÃ© a las vÃ­as , .. mui grosa , toda la gente(?) se kedÃ³ re 'oooh !!' x ke fueron demasiado obvios mis dotes gimnÃ¡tikos en esa tan bruska maniobra .. viste .. i weno nada , encima re biem , x ke kedÃ© re cerka de la parada de mi bomdi , ke de hecho estaba justo en la parada , esperÃ¡ndome (?) , asÃ­ ke me lo tomÃ© ahÃ­ al toke i todo reee joya .. i volvÃ­ a kasa disfrutando la adrenalina ke korrÃ­a x mis venas , sientiÃ©ndome una verdadera delinkuente juvenil (?) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108309055757303508?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108309055757303508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108309055757303508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/ayer-tuve-una-re-aventura-resulta-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108275330144525219</id><published>2004-04-23T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:52:30.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el tema mÃ¡s hot ke existe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deftones . passenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I lay &lt;br /&gt;still and breathless &lt;br /&gt;just like always &lt;br /&gt;still I want some more &lt;br /&gt;mirrors sideways &lt;br /&gt;who cares whats behind &lt;br /&gt;just like always &lt;br /&gt;still your passenger &lt;br /&gt;chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces &lt;br /&gt;these and other lucky witnesses &lt;br /&gt;now to calm me &lt;br /&gt;take me around again &lt;br /&gt;drive faster &lt;br /&gt;roll the windows down &lt;br /&gt;this cool night air is curious &lt;br /&gt;let the whole world look in &lt;br /&gt;who cares who sees anything &lt;br /&gt;im your passenger &lt;br /&gt;drop these down and &lt;br /&gt;put them on me &lt;br /&gt;nice cool seats &lt;br /&gt;there to cushion your knees &lt;br /&gt;now to calm me &lt;br /&gt;take me around again &lt;br /&gt;just dont pull over &lt;br /&gt;this time would you please drive faster &lt;br /&gt;and then go and go and go just drive me &lt;br /&gt;home then back again &lt;br /&gt;here i lay just like always &lt;br /&gt;dont let me &lt;br /&gt;go take me to the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108275330144525219?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108275330144525219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108275330144525219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/el-tema-ms-hot-ke-existe-deftones.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108275295501926546</id><published>2004-04-23T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:46:43.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ssss odio tener ke tomar decisiones .. i hacerselas llegar a los demÃ¡s .. i ke mis desiciones tengan influencias sobre kosas 'sentimentales' .. osea tener ke decidir kuando estÃ¡n los sentimientos de personas en el medio .. de personas ke kiero .. sasdsadddssda para kÃ© karajo me komplikan eeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108275295501926546?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108275295501926546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108275295501926546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/ssss-odio-tener-ke-tomar-decisiones.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108264054178371755</id><published>2004-04-22T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T10:33:52.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="help" title="eee"&gt;probando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108264054178371755?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108264054178371755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108264054178371755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/probando.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108258999568975525</id><published>2004-04-21T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:32:10.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi pasÃ³ algo mui gracioso n klase &lt;br /&gt;resulta ke estÃ¡bamos en geografÃ­a del reino unido , hablando blabla , de los rekursos naturales , ke se agotan o se renuevan blabla , i resulta ke tenemos una kompaniera (k no la konozko mucho en realida) kes asi re moga , mui nerd , encima se kuelga hablando i habla reeee lento i se hace la grosa pronunciando i demÃ¡s .. i siempre viene i se me sienta al lado , i me mira kuando paso , encima de pelotuda debe ser lesbiana , iwal es fea .. bah maso .. i kuando empieza a hablar nos dormimos todos , se kuelga mal .. i wen la iba a bardear x algo ke pasÃ³ hoi , pero en realidad no me gusta bardear a las personas asÃ­ ke mejor no voi a kontar lo ke pasÃ³ :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108258999568975525?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108258999568975525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108258999568975525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-pas-algo-mui-gracioso-n-klase.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108258538443154067</id><published>2004-04-21T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:13:51.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi :&lt;br /&gt;- che bombÃ³m(?) diskulpÃ¡ , me decÃ­s la hora ?&lt;br /&gt;- no no tengo reloj , pero deben ser las 4 maso ..&lt;br /&gt;- nono , la hora en ke nos vamos a ver ;) (?)&lt;br /&gt;weno nada , eso , me robÃ³  una sonrisa (?) a pesar de todo el mal humor ke tenÃ­a (i tengo) hoi .. wen despuÃ©s se puso medio heavy i me fuÃ­ i lo dejÃ© hablando solo , no entiendo x kÃ© los hombres se ponen tan densos a veces &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108258538443154067?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108258538443154067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108258538443154067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-che-bombm-diskulp-me-decs-la-hora.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108250861837795582</id><published>2004-04-20T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:56:20.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pues , la verdad , a veces detesto vivir de los rekuerdos .. sin embargo es irresistible ke ellos aparezkan en mi mente , mi voz hoi , es la voz de todos los k no olvido , los ke hoi pasan i pasarÃ¡n x mucho tiempo mÃ¡s , a lo largo de mi vida .. hombres (i mujeres) d todas partes , sÃ­ , en todos .. i en ningÃºn lugar , tal vez .. &lt;br /&gt;alguien ya lo habÃ­a anunciado todo akel ke vendrÃ¡ , pisarÃ¡ esta tierra perdida kon huellas de mar .. porke sus pasos son los pasos  de la naturaleza ,  a la kual le pertenece agua , arena , sierra o viento ..  es asÃ­ su voz .. &lt;br /&gt;i estÃ¡ en todas partes , i no estÃ¡ .. segÃºn las cirkunstancias , surgiendo de la peor adversidad .. i es allÃ­ kuando oÃ­mos su voz a lo largo del tiempo eskuchamos su klamor ..&lt;br /&gt;estoi hablando de distancias ke no son nada hoi kuando eskucho tu voz , porke sentÃ­s lo mismo ke yo i kuando me despido sÃ³lo pienso en tus suenios .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eterna inocencia . las distancias no son nada &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108250861837795582?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108250861837795582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108250861837795582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/pues-la-verdad-veces-detesto-vivir-de.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108242330729246742</id><published>2004-04-19T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:12:31.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ© asko ke me da kuando mojan las galletitas o la fatura o lo ke sea adentro del kafÃ© o la lechona o lo ke sea , i encima se rompe i keda flotando la galletita en lo ke estÃ¡n tomando , aaaggg kÃ© vomitivo a a a a a , &lt;br /&gt;i tamiÃ©n kuando komen galletitas i toman mate i dejan miga en la bombilla aaaiii dios asssko mal , llego a sentir miguitas i no tomo mÃ¡s mate por una semana ;'(&lt;br /&gt;tamiÃ©n me da kosita kuando le ponen azukar al kafÃ© i estÃ¡n dos horas revolviendo i haciendo el ruidito kon la kuchara kontra el fondo de la taza grrrr i encima despuÃ©s la golpean kontra el borde de la taza ,, i encima despuÃ©s la chupan ssss ese ruido , a a a a a a :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108242330729246742?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242330729246742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242330729246742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/k-asko-ke-me-da-kuando-mojan-las.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108242216617930606</id><published>2004-04-19T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:53:29.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el nuevo templeit de la pÃ¡gina de eterna apesta , pero el tema 'a elsa i juan' es muuuuuuuuuuuuui groso , a a a a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108242216617930606?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242216617930606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242216617930606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/el-nuevo-templeit-de-la-pgina-de.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108242177350582813</id><published>2004-04-19T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:46:57.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuÃ© un finde relindo por motivos varios ke no voi a detallar porke sencillamente no tengo ganas , &lt;br /&gt;nomÃ¡s les kuento (?) ke ayer domingo vimo a dancing mood i estuvo regroso , i un kuartito , tamiÃ©n .. i al mediodÃ­a komÃ­ lemon pie i tomÃ© bocha de sidra i despuÃ©s en la minga tamiÃ©n un toke , re groso , ..  i x otro lado , el viernes se me kaÃ­a la baba porke juÃ­ a la panaderÃ­a i habÃ­a un chabom ke tokaba el bajo en una de las bandas ke no rekuerdo el nombre , ja (?) , i no sÃ© , le re doi , mal , tipo lo hago mierda si lo agarro , i nada , podÃ©s tomar esto komo una amenaza (?) x ke sos malo porke sufro , i weno , eso , estuvo todo relindo  .&lt;br /&gt;buuu me duele bocha la garganta ;'(&lt;br /&gt;kero ver a la vela , ya .&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© post mÃ¡s trucho , tipo re desorden , wen no importa &lt;br /&gt;kerÃ­a poner una letra de kadena pero estaba leyendo las del Ãºltimo cd i la verda ke son bastante malas asÃ­ ke limito a cerrar este post kon el siguiente punto final en amarillo &lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108242177350582813?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242177350582813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242177350582813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/fu-un-finde-relindo-por-motivos-varios.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108242025148402451</id><published>2004-04-19T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:21:35.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bue , domingo al mediodÃ­a al pedo , mi primita Lali i yo aburridas , resultado :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/694297_511_682.jpg"&gt;lali 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/694302_682_512.jpg"&gt;lali 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/694304_682_511.jpg"&gt;lali 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/694307_692_516.jpg"&gt;lali 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/694310_788_570.jpg"&gt;mariposa&lt;/a&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau , los kiero(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108242025148402451?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242025148402451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108242025148402451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/bue-domingo-al-medioda-al-pedo-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108215727934811630</id><published>2004-04-16T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:22:24.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi andaba kaminando por rivadavia kon lluvia , bocha de lluvia i bocha de mojamiento i me pinto una re melankolÃ­a , tipo tenÃ­a ganas de ponerme a nadar o algo asÃ­ , tenÃ­a la re sensaciÃ³n de kuando estaba en el rÃ­o i llovÃ­a i sentÃ­a kel agua estaba komo kalentita , i la lluvia kaÃ­a frÃ­a , i el vientito , i nadar i salir i sentir la lluvia , i nadar asÃ­ , i el tiempo era komo eterno , kasi komo si se kongelase .. &lt;br /&gt;wen yo fuÃ­ al rÃ­o hasta ke tuve 6 o 7 anios aprÃ³x , despuÃ©s no fuÃ­ nunka mÃ¡s , kizÃ¡ sea por eso la melankolÃ­a , aparte a la distancia todo es mÃ¡s bello .. &lt;br /&gt;uu era una paz re grosa .. en mi kasa (x cierta gente) la pasaba mal , bah , estaba mal mui mal , i nos Ã­bamos mis viejos i mi bro i yo , un mes , a entre rÃ­os , i era lo mÃ¡s alucinante .. dormÃ­a trankila .. era feliz (de alguna manera)&lt;br /&gt;bla&lt;br /&gt;wen la kosa es ke la semana ke viene vuelvo a nataciÃ³n , re da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108215727934811630?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108215727934811630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108215727934811630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-andaba-kaminando-por-rivadavia-kon.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108214350319855078</id><published>2004-04-16T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T16:29:02.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adlerandco.com/animation/images/hanna/smurfette.gif"&gt;chuikkkk&lt;/a&gt; nene sos un bombÃ³m :***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108214350319855078?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108214350319855078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108207535644886589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108207535644886589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-andaba-kaminando-x-el-mikrocentro.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108206103771211119</id><published>2004-04-15T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:34:35.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kuando sea grande voi a ser asÃ­ (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/687616_69_149.jpg&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorieishonnnnnn de otro blog &lt;/em&gt; no me akuerdo kuÃ¡l ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/shirley.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/rockchick.htm"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groso esa mina es mui beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108203142164155811?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108203142164155811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108203142164155811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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He is kind&lt;br&gt;and sweet, but pulls a lot of pranks (and&lt;br&gt;probably quite a few on you too!!)and can&lt;br&gt;always make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ponygirl2008/quizzes/Which%20male%20celebrity%20are%20you%20going%20to%20marry%3F%20(now%2012%20(i%20just%20added%20more%2C%20and%20still%20more%20to%20come!)results%20that%20have%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (now 12 (i just added more, and still more to come!)results that have pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108195687040034399?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195687040034399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195687040034399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-are-going-to-marry-ashton-kutcher.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108195653588618438</id><published>2004-04-14T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:33:48.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/E/EerieFreek/1061473500_ARAGE-GIRL.JPG" border="0" alt="GARAGE GURL - Flirt inna Skirt!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and&lt;br&gt;wild fashions. Youre most at ease when you've&lt;br&gt;got all your mates around you and you like to&lt;br&gt;party. Boys are a game and youre always on the&lt;br&gt;ball because you make sure youre always number&lt;br&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.&lt;br /&gt;Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for&lt;br&gt;attention..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo de virtues i flaws es re verda :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108195653588618438?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195653588618438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195653588618438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/garage-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108195503702316672</id><published>2004-04-14T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:09:59.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/M/m3rCuRy/1081111092_gularsweed.jpg" border="0" alt="weed"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're addicted to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed!&lt;br /&gt; Yes weed! This is one of the more popular and easy&lt;br&gt;to get drugs out there now. Like LSD weed also&lt;br&gt;gives hallucinations but not neer as bad.&lt;br&gt;People on weed also get the MUNCHIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/m3rCuRy/quizzes/What%20are%20you%20addicted%20to%3F%20(pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What are you addicted to? (pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES MENTIRA EE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108195503702316672?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195503702316672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108195503702316672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/youre-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108190212275986155</id><published>2004-04-13T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:34:03.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tk421.net/character/galadriel.jpg" width="172" height="250" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galadriel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Possessing a rare combination of wisdom and humility, while serenely dominating your environment you selflessly use your powers to care for others.&lt;br /&gt;Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Galadriel is a character in the Middle-Earth universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ja re trucho en un test me sale cheerleader i en otro galadriel , malÃ­simo .. &lt;strong&gt;pero &lt;em&gt;amo&lt;/em&gt; hacer tests&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108190212275986155?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108190212275986155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108190212275986155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/galadriel-possessing-rare-combination.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108188776160022980</id><published>2004-04-13T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:26:36.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>choriado del blog de &lt;a href=http://nenadenadie.blogspot.com/&gt;nena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/stereotypequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/cheerleader.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which stereotype are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malÃ­simooo0o0 xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108188776160022980?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108188776160022980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108188776160022980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/choriado-del-blog-de-nena-which.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108181757023509364</id><published>2004-04-12T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:56:44.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;el tema de hoi&lt;/strong&gt; :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;restos fÃ³siles - sin tu sonrisa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iba a poner la letra pero no la enkontrÃ© en la web , i la empecÃ© a tipear pero va mui rÃ¡pido , i nada , hai partes ke no entiendo , i no tengo ganas de frutear , asÃ­ ke fuÃ© , chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108181757023509364?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108181757023509364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108181757023509364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/el-tema-de-hoi-s-restos-fsiles-sin-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108181648824567972</id><published>2004-04-12T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:38:42.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi estaba aburrida en la klase de psikologÃ­a tonces taba hablando kon una kompaniera , de esto i de akello , i no sÃ© kÃ³mo , me terminÃ³ kontando lo importante ke habÃ­a sido para ella su primera vez , i blabla , i ke estaba feliz de haber sentido lo ke sintiÃ³ , aunke le hubiera gustado ke su pareja de akel entonces la hubiera valorado un toke mÃ¡s i todo eso .. blabla , wen , toda esa basofia (?) del &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt; i eso ..&lt;br /&gt;i nada , kÃ© sÃ© yo .. tipo , yo ni me akuerdo de mi primera vez :s , onda es un tema al kual nunka le dÃ­ mucha mÃ¡s importancia de la ke se merece , pa mÃ­ , es una necesidad fÃ­sika , asÃ­ komo komer o dormir , kÃ© se yo .. i weno , si hai 'sentimientos' para/kon tu pareja mejor .. onda , x ejemplo ,  estÃ¡ bueno tomar mate kon alguien .. siempre .. (wen salvo ke odies a la otra persona , bla) .. pero si tomÃ¡s mate kon alguien kon kien sentÃ­s una cierta konfianza , te da karinio , te akompania , te eskucha , te kuida , se preokupa x tÃ­  i todo eso , osea si esa persona es tu &lt;strong&gt;kompaniero&lt;/strong&gt; , tonces tomar mate es mucho mejor , obvio .. pero no deja de ser 'tomar mate' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen&lt;br /&gt;kon el sexo lo mismo ja .. &lt;br /&gt;me irrita toda esa pelotudÃ©s de ke es diferente garchar de hacer el amor , porke es lo mismo nomÃ¡s ke algunos se kieren hacer los giles , 'ai hagamos el amor , porke te amo' , pero es koger !! i nada mÃ¡s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta , basta de hipokrecÃ­aaaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sÃ© x kÃ© posteo esto pero wen , es algo ke me irrita , i wen , mi blog es komo mi libro de kejas o algo asÃ­ ..&lt;br /&gt;se , chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdÃ³n&lt;/strong&gt; , kise editar una boludÃ©s i borrÃ© el post i habÃ­a un par de komments ke x ende tamiÃ©n los borrÃ© , perdÃ³n :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108181648824567972?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108181648824567972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108181648824567972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-estaba-aburrida-en-la-klase-de.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108180801377876446</id><published>2004-04-12T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:17:27.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;on the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;the angels got together&lt;br /&gt;and decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;and starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del tema 'close to you' , kÃ© frase mÃ¡s kursi (?) , pero kÃ© linda ke es !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108180801377876446?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108180801377876446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108180801377876446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/on-day-that-you-were-born-angels-got.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108129637858394250</id><published>2004-04-06T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:10:04.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kuando ando asÃ­ bien no tengo nada ke kribir , kÃ© mala onda ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nada , ke odio ke eskriban Viviana kon B &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108129637858394250?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108129637858394250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108129637858394250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/kuando-ando-as-bien-no-tengo-nada-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108102409001023448</id><published>2004-04-03T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:31:51.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi a la maniana llevÃ© al toga (?) al vet , i nada , me dijo ke era hembrita , i ke estaba bien , nomÃ¡s ke estaba desnutrida i ke tenÃ­ una enfermedad (un virus ke ataka al sistema respiratorio i al digestivo .. faa) i ke tenÃ­a ke kuidarla i darle unas pastillitas i un tratamiento de un mes maso , darle de komer karne pikada kon arroz :s i agua , i nada , le puso unas inyekciones , i antiparasitario i antipulgas i demÃ¡s , blabla , i dijo ke le salvÃ© la vida porke sino solita se hubiera muerto al toke :(&lt;br /&gt;en definitiva estÃ¡ bien , , toi re kontenta ja :)&lt;br /&gt;eso&lt;br /&gt;aaa i me dijo ke tiene un mes de vida :D es rechikitita hermooooooooooza&lt;br /&gt;i estoi kontenta tamiÃ©n porke hoi kapaz voi a ver a nuca ,, i ssddd d d dasaass whatever&lt;br /&gt;chao .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108102409001023448?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108102409001023448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108102409001023448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-la-maniana-llev-al-toga-al-vet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108096217756041633</id><published>2004-04-03T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T00:19:58.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vero is happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kind of , actually , but lets enjoy it anyway .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sÃ© por kÃ© lo puse en inglÃ©s blaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108096217756041633?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108096217756041633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108096217756041633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/vero-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108093041094361152</id><published>2004-04-02T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:30:31.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ© gata paja por dios , estÃ¡ akostada sobre mi regazo kon la panza pa arriba todo despatarrada , kÃ© envidia dios !!!! jjja kÃ© grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108093041094361152?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108093041094361152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108093041094361152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/k-gata-paja-por-dios-est-akostada.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108092920621937276</id><published>2004-04-02T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:10:26.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi kuando volvÃ­a a kasa (mui kolgada pensando en *kosas*)  me enkontrÃ© un mish muuui hermozo en la eskina de mi kasa ,, taba abandonado , todo lastimadito , i temblaba i maullaba despacituuu , me rompiÃ³ el korazÃ³n , pobrecitooo&lt;br /&gt;es asÃ­ todo blankito de ojazos celestes mal , reeee pekeniooo&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ© amor a primera vista , i me lo traje para kasa , i lo kurÃ© un pokito i le dÃ­ leche i agua pa ke tome ,, i nada , me enamorÃ© .. mi vieja tamiÃ©n se namorÃ³ , i mi viejo , todos !!&lt;br /&gt;a la tardecita kuando welvo del work lo voi a llevar a la vet pa ke me digan kuÃ¡nto tiempo tiene i kuÃ¡ndo hai ke vakunarlo i lo terminen de kurar i demÃ¡s .. aiiii toi mui felizzzzz !!&lt;br /&gt;obviamente le sakÃ© fotos , &lt;a href=http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/luz1.jpg&gt; akÃ­  hai una &lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si weno&lt;br /&gt;eso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaa i me parece kes hembrita asÃ­ ke le puse Luz =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108092920621937276?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108092920621937276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108092920621937276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoi-kuando-volva-kasa-mui-kolgada.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108082801053734032</id><published>2004-04-01T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T11:03:49.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ© lindo ke estÃ¡ el dÃ­a hoi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacÃ­a mucho ke no pensaba eso .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108082801053734032?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108082801053734032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108082801053734032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/04/k-lindo-ke-est-el-da-hoi-haca-mucho-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108069431980785623</id><published>2004-03-30T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:55:35.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=free_me&gt;somos tan estÃºpidos .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108069431980785623?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108069431980785623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108069431980785623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/somos-tan-estpidos.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108067734280916453</id><published>2004-03-30T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:12:39.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me olvidÃ© en el post anterior , ke no es la primera vez ke me pasa .. en los boliches i demÃ¡s siempre me kieren komprar pastis , no sÃ© kÃ© onda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108067734280916453?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108067734280916453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108067734280916453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/me-olvid-en-el-post-anterior-ke-no-es.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108067707801704418</id><published>2004-03-30T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:09:26.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi vengo plÃ¡cidamente viajando en el furgÃ³n del sarmiento komo todos los dÃ­as , kuando un chabÃ³m ke estaba cerka me pide un faso(?) .. i le digo .. 'no , no tengo faso(??)' .. i el chabÃ³m me insiste , 'dale no te ortivÃ©s , tengo guita , no importa si es kara , dale a lo sumo konvidame un poko' (???) i yo le decÃ­a , asÃ­ re inocentemente deskoncertada .. 'no posta no tengo , si tuviera te darÃ­a , posta a a a' :S .. i weno el chabÃ³m me entiende ke no tengo faso(?) i me deja de insistir i se va x ahÃ­ .. luego , en floresta se sube un grupito asÃ­ de chabones , i viene uno asÃ­ i me dice 'che mami , vos vendÃ©s ?' i yo me kedÃ© asÃ­ re :O .. i le digo , 'vendo kÃ© ??' .. 'hierba ,, dale no te hagÃ¡s la gila ke estÃ¡ todo bien' :S .. 'emmm no , no vendo nada ..' :s .. 'dale boluda , si allÃ¡ estÃ¡n diciendo ke vos vendÃ©s' (??????) .. le digo 'no sÃ© , estÃ¡n ekivokados ,, no vendo nada !!' 'uuuuhhh kÃ© ortivaaaaaa' i medio ke se kalienta i no me gusta ke la gente se enoje konmigo asÃ­ ke le puse kara de wenita i le decÃ­a 'posta no vendo nada , yo no me pongo la gorra (aaa kÃ© punga) si tuviera no te la venderÃ­a , te konvido de una (?)' i weno me dice ke la prÃ³xima le venda :S i se va&lt;br /&gt;weno , eso&lt;br /&gt;fuÃ© komo bizarro , aparte la gente despuÃ©s me miraba , seguro pensaban , ohhh kÃ© mal , esa joven vende estupefacientes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo pinta de punta&lt;br /&gt;o de drogona , no sÃ©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108067707801704418?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108067707801704418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108067707801704418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoi-vengo-plcidamente-viajando-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108060767663054114</id><published>2004-03-29T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:51:31.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi pasÃ© por ciudad universitaria i se me llenaron los ojos de lÃ¡grimas ..&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© bÃ¡rbaro , &lt;br /&gt;lo ke son las asignaturas pendientes .. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108060767663054114?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060767663054114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060767663054114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoi-pas-por-ciudad-universitaria-i-se.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108060220115956267</id><published>2004-03-29T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:20:16.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iba a hacer un post sexista pero me arrepentÃ­ , al fin i al kabo al hacer algo en kontra de otra kosa sigo sometiendome bla ! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108060220115956267?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060220115956267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060220115956267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/iba-hacer-un-post-sexista-pero-me.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108060154662643473</id><published>2004-03-29T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:09:21.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tema de hoi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anita Ward - Ring my Bell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisisis toi re disko :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108060154662643473?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060154662643473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060154662643473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/tema-de-hoi-anita-ward-ring-my-bell.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108060125822242979</id><published>2004-03-29T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:06:32.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/Only_Flea/dancing.gif&gt; oh !! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108060125822242979?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060125822242979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108060125822242979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108054955890716350</id><published>2004-03-29T05:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T05:43:20.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a scapegoat &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108054955890716350?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054955890716350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054955890716350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-scapegoat.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108054930884818251</id><published>2004-03-29T05:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T05:39:22.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me preguntaba , a kuÃ¡ntas personas &lt;em&gt;realmente&lt;/em&gt; les importarÃ­a si yo me muriese .. &lt;br /&gt;i no pude pensar en ni un solo nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108054930884818251?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054930884818251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054930884818251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/me-preguntaba-kuntas-personas.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108054912895658573</id><published>2004-03-29T05:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T05:35:42.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ© triste kosechar el fondo de la botella de cerveza .. i las monedas falsas ..&lt;br /&gt;i el filtro del cigarrillo .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108054912895658573?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054912895658573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108054912895658573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/k-triste-kosechar-el-fondo-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108050550849704902</id><published>2004-03-28T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T17:28:41.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ³mo odio ser tema de konversaciÃ³n .&lt;br /&gt;me irrita&lt;br /&gt;especialmente si es en mi presencia :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108050550849704902?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108050550849704902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108050550849704902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/kmo-odio-ser-tema-de-konversacin.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108044035450545197</id><published>2004-03-27T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:23:40.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://suicidegirls.com/media/site/common/logo.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muero por un user en s.g. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108044035450545197?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108044035450545197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108044035450545197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/muero-por-un-user-en-s.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108043310438380634</id><published>2004-03-27T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T05:36:29.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anoche fuimo a ver a kadena perpertua a morÃ³n viste&lt;br /&gt;i tiraron gases lakrimÃ³genos , i nada estuvo bueno i fuÃ© asÃ­ komo loko , porke medio ke habÃ­a bardo pero wen despuÃ©s se kalmaron las aguas :s i volvimo a entrar i habÃ­a gente kon botellas de cerveza asi revoliando cerveza pa todos lados , kÃ© mal , i nada , unas chikas subieron i le dieron beso a vala , i me morÃ­ de envidia i me puse re celosa (?) &lt;a href=http://rock.com.ar/img/foto/0/878.jpg&gt;vala te amoooooosasdaddsd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nada&lt;br /&gt;despuÃ© me llevaron a konocer kastelar (jo) i nada , todo lindo , la noche tuvo en general una evaluaciÃ³n re positiva , &lt;br /&gt;en realidad iba a hacer un post asÃ­ re largo kontando kosas pero me diÃ³ paja &lt;br /&gt;i esto me estÃ¡ dando paja tamiÃ©n asÃ­ ke se akaba akÃ­ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108043310438380634?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108043310438380634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108043310438380634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/anoche-fuimo-ver-kadena-perpertua-morn.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108043168962516577</id><published>2004-03-27T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T21:00:53.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jenni , tu no tienes nada ke explikarte , amor .&lt;br /&gt;jenni , deja fluir todo lo ke tienes dentro , vale mucho , oh sÃ­ .&lt;br /&gt;jenni , mi loko amor , kÃ© importa ellos , tu no te dejÃ©s kaer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo kes sentir , no saben lo kes amar ,&lt;br /&gt;tu sabes lo kes verdad , amor , &lt;br /&gt;lo ke ellos viven es puro kuento .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenni , oh oh jenni , oh oh jenni ,, you are my girl ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh dios .. kuÃ¡ntos rekuerdos me trae este tema :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108043168962516577?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108043168962516577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108043168962516577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/jenni-tu-no-tienes-nada-ke-explikarte.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108031838006305693</id><published>2004-03-26T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:31:41.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) Â¿Acostumbras a protestar o criticar por todo aquello que no te gusta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depende ... en general no ,, soi bastante kritikona konmigo misma (kon lo ke hago , digo , pienso) pero kon los demÃ¡s no .. o kiza soi kritikona pero disimuladamente digamos .. mmmm na no soi de kejarme ni nada , me konformo bastante (si son kosas ke no estÃ¡n bajo mi kontrol , klaro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Â¿Discutes acaloradamente incluso con tus amigos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interkambio muchas opiniones i puntos de vista , pero asÃ­ 'diskuciÃ³n akalorada' nop . nomÃ¡s kon mis amigos mÃ¡s cerkanos a veces nos ponemos a diskutir i komo no me gusta diskutir me tiro encima i lo kago a palos i listo :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Â¿Cuando fuÃ© la Ãºltima vez que te quejaste por algo que no te gustÃ³?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer mi mami me estaba tejiendo una bufanda (?) i me kejÃ© , le dije ke era korta i kerÃ­a ke sea mas larga&lt;br /&gt;na no sÃ©&lt;br /&gt;lo de la bufanda es verda pero no se si era eso lo ke preguntaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Si te enfadas de verdad... Â¿CÃ³mo reaccionas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no suelo enojarme , pero kuando me kaliento maaaaaaal primero grito komo una loka de mierda , despuÃ©s  rompo kosas , i despuÃ©s lloro muuucho tiempo , hasta ke se me pasa .. i despuÃ©s kedo komo nueva :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Â¿Por quÃ© respondes a las 5 del viernes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porke soi una forra &lt;br /&gt;i porke toi al pedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108031838006305693?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108031838006305693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108031838006305693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/1-acostumbras-protestar-o-criticar-por.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108031759309237076</id><published>2004-03-26T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:16:43.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>che , no viste mi autoestima x kasualida ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108031759309237076?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108031759309237076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108031759309237076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/che-no-viste-mi-autoestima-x-kasualida.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108018465096935297</id><published>2004-03-25T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:20:59.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>esteeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nacho odio tu facilidad para limarme la kabeza , ahora estoi histÃ©rika por tu kulpa :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasdddsddd&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108018465096935297?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108018465096935297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108018465096935297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/esteeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmm-nacho-odio.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108018104651055066</id><published>2004-03-24T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:20:54.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ³mo kisiera guardarte en una kajita i tenerte en mi mesa de luz .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108018104651055066?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108018104651055066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108018104651055066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/kmo-kisiera-guardarte-en-una-kajita-i.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108017442965394001</id><published>2004-03-24T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:30:37.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeee no sÃ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.planeta-miss.com.ar/img/ripoff2.jpg&gt;foto&lt;/a&gt; tomada por &lt;a href=http://www.planeta-miss.com.ar&gt;anto&lt;/a&gt; el sÃ¡bado .. yo soi la de los ojos cerrados ...&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee no sÃ© , a mi me etsitÃ³ un toke .. ojoojjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108017442965394001?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017442965394001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017442965394001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/eeee-no-s-foto-tomada-por-anto-el.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108017354963941885</id><published>2004-03-24T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:15:57.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treinta mil personas en buska del sol ..&lt;br /&gt;treinta mil personas ya no estÃ¡n kon nosotros .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108017354963941885?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017354963941885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017354963941885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/treinta-mil-personas-en-buska-del-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108017187345960111</id><published>2004-03-24T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:48:01.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>le doi mucho demasiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://wwwwbs.cs.tu-berlin.de/user/ripley/bjoerk.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.hut.fi/u/ppranta/bjork/aom/pics/aom04.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.severskelisty.cz/photos/bjork6x.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi vieja tiene un re aire a bjork , posta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108017187345960111?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017187345960111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017187345960111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/le-doi-mucho-demasiado-mi-vieja-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108017087779577810</id><published>2004-03-24T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:31:25.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>si ?&lt;br /&gt;o no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© raro ke es&lt;br /&gt;i difÃ­cil ,&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo hacer para no limarse ?&lt;br /&gt;sasadddsdsdddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo-raro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108017087779577810?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017087779577810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108017087779577810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/si-o-no-k-raro-ke-es-i-difcil-kmo.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108016927172538220</id><published>2004-03-24T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:09:44.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tanto eskuchar smitten los terminÃ© odiando , kÃ© pelotuda ke soi grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el tema del dÃ­a&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;BJORK - JOGA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sÃ­ , porke me despertÃ© eskcuhando ese tema i se me kedÃ³ re grabado&lt;br /&gt;iwal toi kuchando crass , nada ke ver , pero en el fondo me suena bjork , se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;chau .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108016927172538220?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016927172538220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016927172538220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/tanto-eskuchar-smitten-los-termin.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108016900471621710</id><published>2004-03-24T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:00:12.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/653759_658_413.jpg&gt; foto &lt;/a&gt; kon lola el sÃ¡bado pasado , en esa fieta rara , i no voi a poner mÃ¡s por ahora porke salÃ­ pal orto i estoi de mal humor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108016900471621710?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016900471621710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016900471621710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/foto-kon-lola-el-sbado-pasado-en-esa.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108016796814328123</id><published>2004-03-24T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:42:55.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeee kÃ© gente poko original , todos me preguntan o hacen komentarios de kÃ³mo eskribo , por kÃ© no me la soban (?) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108016796814328123?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016796814328123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016796814328123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/eeee-k-gente-poko-original-todos-me.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108016731878434136</id><published>2004-03-24T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:32:06.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi en el bondi subiÃ³ un pibe i lo vÃ­ asÃ­ de kotÃ© i estaba re bueno i me kedÃ© babosiandome , i despuÃ©s kuando se baja lo veo bien i resulta ke era un ex alumno mio .. oh ! siempre tuve debilidad por los mÃ¡s chikos jajaj :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no posta todo mal , kÃ© rÃ¡pido ke krecen los chikos :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108016731878434136?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016731878434136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016731878434136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoi-en-el-bondi-subi-un-pibe-i-lo-v-as.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108016681286294722</id><published>2004-03-24T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:23:40.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>odio el olor ke tiene once&lt;br /&gt;weno tamiÃ©n odio un par de kosas mÃ¡s de once pero no kisiera pensar komo una yegua racista :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108016681286294722?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016681286294722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108016681286294722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/odio-el-olor-ke-tiene-once-weno-tamin.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006876473265802</id><published>2004-03-23T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:09:31.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. but thats the way that it goes .. and its what nobody knows .. while every day my confusion grows .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont think youre what you seem -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapaz me muero hoi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podrÃ­a .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006876473265802?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006876473265802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006876473265802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006751561318475</id><published>2004-03-23T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:48:41.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody had a hard year ,&lt;br /&gt;everybody had a good time ,&lt;br /&gt;everybody had a wet dream,&lt;br /&gt;everybody saw the sunshine ,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , oh yeah .&lt;br /&gt;everybody had a good year ,&lt;br /&gt;everybody let their hair down ,&lt;br /&gt;everybody pulled their socks up ,&lt;br /&gt;everybody put their foot down .&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , oh yeah . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006751561318475?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006751561318475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006751561318475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/everybody-had-hard-year-everybody-had.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006708629036534</id><published>2004-03-23T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:41:32.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me akabo de dar kuenta de ke mis pulseras apestan olor a cigarrillo mui mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soi un asko .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006708629036534?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006708629036534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006708629036534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/me-akabo-de-dar-kuenta-de-ke-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006508578875482</id><published>2004-03-23T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:08:12.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okai&lt;br /&gt;dos fotos mÃ¡s&lt;br /&gt;kuando estaba tokando 'no te va gustar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me konsidero grosa porke me kostÃ³ un huevo sakar porke estaba oskuro i la kÃ¡mara se volvÃ­a loka , por el flash i demÃ¡s , no kerÃ­a hacer foko , i aparte hai ke tener en kuenta ke soi petisa , i sasaddsadsa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/651801_640_377.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david bisval (?)&lt;br /&gt;(malÃ­simo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/651809_640_480.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bue me aburrÃ­ chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006508578875482?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006508578875482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006508578875482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/okai-dos-fotos-ms-kuando-estaba.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006452426115263</id><published>2004-03-23T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:59:07.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai mÃ¡s fotos , ahÃ­ subo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah no sÃ©&lt;br /&gt;ahora veo si las subo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006452426115263?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006452426115263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006452426115263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/hai-ms-fotos-ah-subo-bah-no-s-ahora.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-108006430971596159</id><published>2004-03-23T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:30:00.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;la foto del dÃ­a&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/652126_682_511.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weno nada, &lt;br /&gt;me pintÃ³ decir ke esta era la foto del dÃ­a , &lt;br /&gt;es del otro dÃ­a en la minga , estaba mui al pedo kuando tokaba operaciÃ³n eskabeche (?) asÃ­ ke me puse a sakar fotos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sÃ­ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-108006430971596159?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006430971596159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/108006430971596159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/la-foto-del-da-weno-nada-me-pint-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107998387552436947</id><published>2004-03-22T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:34:40.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoi es un dÃ­a jodido&lt;br /&gt;esos ke habrÃ­a ke arrankar del almanake i expulsar de la memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah , komo kasi todos ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107998387552436947?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107998387552436947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107998387552436947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoi-es-un-da-jodido-esos-ke-habra-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107997965934210219</id><published>2004-03-22T15:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:24:24.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ³mo voi a lograr ke aÃºn me kieras ?&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo lograr ke kieras eskuchar ?&lt;br /&gt;kuando este fuego me desvela&lt;br /&gt;pero despierto solo una vez mÃ¡s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo lograr verte de nuevo ?&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo he de rekobrar tu korazÃ³n ?&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo aceptar ke todo ha muerto&lt;br /&gt;i ya no hai forma de pedir perdÃ³n ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© mal , kÃ© mal ,&lt;br /&gt;esta absurda i triste historia&lt;br /&gt;ke se pone kada vez peor&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© mal , kÃ© mal ,&lt;br /&gt;por kÃ© ni puedo hablarte ?&lt;br /&gt;temo ke es asÃ­ ,&lt;br /&gt;ke ya no hai forma de pedir perdÃ³n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo lograr ke aÃºn me kieras ?&lt;br /&gt;kÃ³mo lograr ke kieras eskuchar ?&lt;br /&gt;kuando este fuego me desvela ..&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© es lo ke voi a hacer&lt;br /&gt;si ya no hai forma de pedir perdÃ³n ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© triste estoi hoi .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107997965934210219?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107997965934210219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107997965934210219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/kmo-voi-lograr-ke-me-kieras-kmo-lograr.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107997031128008218</id><published>2004-03-22T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:48:35.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your day breaks , your mind aches&lt;br /&gt;you find that all the words of kindness linger on&lt;br /&gt;when she no longer needs you&lt;br /&gt;she wakes up , she makes up&lt;br /&gt;she takes her time and doesnt feel she has to hurry&lt;br /&gt;she no longer needs you&lt;br /&gt;and in her eyes you see nothing&lt;br /&gt;no sign of love behind the tears&lt;br /&gt;cried for no one&lt;br /&gt;a love that should have lasted years&lt;br /&gt;you want her , you need her&lt;br /&gt;and yet you dont believe her when she said her love is dead&lt;br /&gt;you think she needs you&lt;br /&gt;you stay home , she goes out&lt;br /&gt;she says that long ago she knew someone but now hes gone&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt need him&lt;br /&gt;your day breaks , your mind aches&lt;br /&gt;there will be time when all the things she said will fill your head&lt;br /&gt;you wont forget her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107997031128008218?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107997031128008218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107997031128008218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-day-breaks-your-mind-aches-you.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107996453207588557</id><published>2004-03-22T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:12:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bajÃ³mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107996453207588557?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996453207588557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996453207588557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/bajmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107996284574311331</id><published>2004-03-22T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:44:10.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaa me olvidaba de algo ke voi a kerer rekordar en el futuro , ayer lo vi a mi amor imposible ke konocÃ­ en kÃ³rdoba i ke vive en morÃ³n , i yo soi tan moga ke me puse toda tÃ­mida i no lo saludÃ© dios ke estÃºpida estÃºpida ke soi , me odio , pero wen , i el chabom tamiÃ©n me viÃ³ i se kedÃ³ mirando a a a a aa espero ke me haya rekonocido , no kreo en las kasualidad , por algÃºn motivo lo volvÃ­ a ver ayer despuÃ©s de tanto tiempo ... a a a a a a asasassa s dd kÃ© lindo ke es por dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kÃ© estÃºpida ke soi yo , por di0zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso era&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107996284574311331?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996284574311331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996284574311331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/aaaa-me-olvidaba-de-algo-ke-voi-kerer.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107996248966429460</id><published>2004-03-22T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:38:14.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeeemmmm wen el sÃ¡bado fuÃ© el kumple de bruno .. i nada , estuvo mui bonito , sakamos muchas fotos , taban todos dados welta .. la pasÃ© bien ... lauti te kero musho aunke seas un putito barato ja &lt;br /&gt;lÃ¡stima ke demiÃ¡n se pensÃ³ ke taba todo mal i se fuÃ© :( kÃ© chabom salame .. wen ya habrÃ¡ una prÃ³xima oportunidad .. sep ... emmmm nada tenÃ­a mucho para eskribir pero me da paja asÃ­ ke no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmm&lt;br /&gt;si wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer fuimo a la minga , tuvo relindo .. juimos &lt;a href=http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/gise.jpg&gt;gise&lt;/a&gt;  , &lt;a href=http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/nano.jpg&gt;nano&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href=http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/fer1.jpg&gt; fer &lt;/a&gt; , i &lt;a href=http://webs.advance.com.ar/drimer/vero.jpg&gt; yo &lt;/a&gt; . (me kostÃ³ banda hacer esos links grrr)&lt;br /&gt;sakÃ© muchas mÃ¡s fotos , re lindas pero me da paja subirlas al server .. em nada no sÃ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toi kolgadÃ­sima&lt;br /&gt;hoi faltÃ© porke me diÃ³ paja levantarme &lt;br /&gt;no sÃ©&lt;br /&gt;ssadsadddsdsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107996248966429460?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996248966429460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996248966429460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/eeeeeeeeemmmm-wen-el-sbado-fu-el.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107996076670381308</id><published>2004-03-22T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:09:31.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kÃ³mo me gusta vivir en el oeste&lt;br /&gt;sin duda los chikos mÃ¡s lindos estÃ¡n akÃ¡&lt;br /&gt;ayer en la minga taba todo lleno de bombones , a a a a aa :baba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sep , posta .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107996076670381308?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996076670381308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107996076670381308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/kmo-me-gusta-vivir-en-el-oeste-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107988703863752593</id><published>2004-03-21T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:40:41.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dios , kÃ© resaka :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107988703863752593?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107988703863752593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107988703863752593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-dios-k-resaka.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107974120750350984</id><published>2004-03-19T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:10:08.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me kortÃ© el pelo &lt;a href=http://albumroot.ubbi.com/94/000044694/646450_568_426.jpg&gt; jojooj&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107974120750350984?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107974120750350984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107974120750350984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/me-kort-el-pelo-jojooj.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107972475085037957</id><published>2004-03-19T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:35:51.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pale september , i wore the time like a dress that year&lt;br /&gt;the autumn days swung soft around me , like cotton on my skin&lt;br /&gt;but as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared&lt;br /&gt;my heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within&lt;br /&gt;but then he rose brilliant as the moon in full&lt;br /&gt;and sank in the burrows of my keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my armour falling down , in a pile at my feet&lt;br /&gt;and my winter giving way to warm , as im singing him to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes along just as a water lily&lt;br /&gt;gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats&lt;br /&gt;unweighed down by passion or intensity&lt;br /&gt;yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts&lt;br /&gt;and he finds a home in me&lt;br /&gt;for what misfortune sows , he knows my touch will reap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107972475085037957?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107972475085037957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107972475085037957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/pale-september-i-wore-time-like-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107972419988842361</id><published>2004-03-19T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:27:14.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>en noviembre o diciembre en un reci me pusieron un kodazo en la frente (encima un reci de una banda ke no me gusta , i encima me alejÃ© del pogo para evitar estas kosas pero wen .. ) .. i en ese momento a kausa del golpe se me hizo un huevo enorme i violeta ,en la frente  justo arriba del ojo  derecho .. pero me la re bankÃ© porke soi grosa , despuÃ©s pasamos por un makonals i pedÃ­ hielos i la gente me miraba el huevo :(&lt;br /&gt;weno blabla&lt;br /&gt;la kosa es ke kince dÃ­as despuÃ©s se me habÃ­a ido lo violeta , pero seguÃ­a komo un toke hinchado , i ahora , komo 4 o 5 meses despuÃ©s , me toko i tengo todo un montÃ­kulo (?) asÃ­ re raro , me da kosa , no es normal ke un huevo dure tanto , pero me da paja ir al traumatologueishon pero assadsddde wen no importa chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107972419988842361?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so then I took my turn , oh what a thing to have done , and it was all yellow .&lt;br /&gt;your skin ,oh yeah , your skin and bones , turn into something beautiful .. &lt;br /&gt;you know .. you know , i love you so .. you know i love you so . &lt;br /&gt;i swam across , i jumped across for you , oh what a thing to do .. cos you were all yellow . &lt;br /&gt;i drew a line , i drew a line for you , oh what a thing to do , and it was all yellow .&lt;br /&gt;your skin , oh yeah your skin and bones , turn into something beautiful , &lt;br /&gt;and you know for you , id bleed myself dry for you , id bleed myself dry .&lt;br /&gt;look at the stars .. look how they shine for you , and all the things that you do ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sss hoi toi marikona&lt;br /&gt;je&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107972367546751809?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107970787221570827?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107970787221570827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107970787221570827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/mui-lindo-ayer-el-enkuentro-kon-los.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107961844338388084</id><published>2004-03-18T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:04:02.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me tengo ke akordar de nunka mÃ¡s sakarle los anillos a la agenda i el kuaderno para forrarlos :mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kÃ© kilombo ponerle el anillo de nuevo a a a a a a aa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107961844338388084?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107961844338388084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107961844338388084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/me-tengo-ke-akordar-de-nunka-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483870.post-107957911135938826</id><published>2004-03-18T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T00:08:30.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kuÃ¡ntas almas han pasado ? kuÃ¡ntos gritos han kedado sin duenio ? la fuente de las voces perseguida , eskondida , seka ya despuÃ©s de dar tanta vida ..&lt;br /&gt;i los hombres solos van kayendo en el tiempo , listos ya , i sin retorno , derrotados frente al avance de la desesperanza&lt;br /&gt;kuÃ¡ntas son las hermosas almas ya vencidas , kondenadas a sufrir ? kuÃ¡ntas mÃ¡s habrÃ¡n de perderse detenidas en el tiempo del renkor ?&lt;br /&gt;i los rÃ­os bajarÃ¡n , aguas turbias ke habrÃ¡n de kallar las voces i nuestros pasos detendrÃ¡n su marcha frente a la adversidad de los tiempos ..&lt;br /&gt;tiempos de lluvias eternas i de fuegos ke sÃ³lo son cenizas hoy ke no arden ya ni generan esa bella fiebre en nuestras almas ..&lt;br /&gt;i el renkor , vuelto hoi en tristeza no podrÃ¡ sikiera expresarse ya en el fervor que tenÃ­an mis dÃ­as antes del arribo del eklipse de hoi ..&lt;br /&gt;pensar en volver sobre mis pasos , la tristeza no es mÃ¡s ke la impotencia de los ojos de mis hermanos ke reklaman por la vuelta de su sol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6483870-107957911135938826?l=niniagrande.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107957911135938826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6483870/posts/default/107957911135938826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niniagrande.blogspot.com/2004/03/kuntas-almas-han-pasado-kuntos-gritos.html' title=''/><author><name>verónica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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