<?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-7378032</id><updated>2011-09-01T09:42:00.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Naty's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Come &amp; join the dance...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-114264974328500479</id><published>2006-03-17T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:42:23.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/Sleeping_Aya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/400/Sleeping_Aya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world, this world is cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don’t, you don’t have to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re feeling sad you’re feeling lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one seems to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re mother’s gone and your father hits you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pain you cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way&lt;br /&gt;as you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all have the same things to go thru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Your days you&lt;br /&gt;say they’re way too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your nights you can’t sleep at all (hold&lt;br /&gt;on)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re looking for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don’t want to no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for but you don’t&lt;br /&gt;want to no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know what you’re doing to me? Go ahead...what are&lt;br /&gt;you waiting for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you&lt;br /&gt;feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-114264974328500479?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114264974328500479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=114264974328500479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/114264974328500479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/114264974328500479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-114057613948283468</id><published>2006-02-21T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:42:19.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>New year. New blog. New layout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-114057613948283468?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114057613948283468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=114057613948283468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/114057613948283468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/114057613948283468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-113713135716262844</id><published>2006-01-13T02:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:49:17.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/Goth%20Fairy%20Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="385" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/320/Goth%20Fairy%20Blue.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es mi último post... no se bien por qué, pero lo es, y como tal va a ser el más sincero de todos empezando por el hecho de que va en castellano y como salga. A ver... no sé que me esta pasando pero no puedo mas asi.Hace poco tuve uno de los peores arranques... llegué más lejos q nunca... prometi q no lo iba a hacer más porque me di cuenta lo egoista q fui.. pero aun asi no me lo saco de la cabeza... y empiezo ese año con tanto miedo (más del normal) q aun mas quiero escaparme de todo lo q voy a tener q enfrentar... y esa forma de escape es la "mejor" porque no tendria q sufrir decepcionar a nadie o algun reproche. En un segundo todo lo q temo, lo q odio, lo q no tengo y deseo dejaria de existir junto conmigo... no siento q soy una carga para el mundo, ni q le haria un bien a los demas si me voy, pero siento q el mundo siguio como era de esperarse y al paso q debia pero yo me quede y ahora siento q me estan tirando a una pileta muy profunda pero yo no se nadar porque cuando tuve q aprender me quede soñando con el día en q pudiera nadar pero no hice nada... q comparacion... :S pero es eso lo q siento; q me quede atras... y ahora quiero volver a empezar de cero... pero no se puede... no voy a poder con el mundo; esperaba mas de la vida; tenia y tengo muchas ilusiones q se estan llendo cada vez mas por el caño... siento q el dia en q tenga q enterrar todos esos sueños se acerca mas y mas y va a ser demasiado para mi... no puedo enfrentar al mundo; no mientras siga tan sola... no mientras siga aca q es el lugar equivocado, el lugar en el q no deberia estar... me dormi, y el mundo me gano mucha ventaja. Ya es tarde... y no se q hacer. Estoy desilucionada porque anoche pude predecir exactamente como va a ser el resto de mi vida y no me gustó. Basta, estoy demasiado cansada, aun soy demasiado "inocente" e infantil para lo q me espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es inminente. Si no fue ese día, va a ser el día de mañana, o cuando vea a todas mis amigas casarse, o cuando un día me diga "esto no es lo q realmente queria hacer con mi vida...", o el dia en q mi mama muera sin yo haberle dado la satisfaccion de ser abuela... se que voy a quedarme sola, porque me equivoque de lugar, porque vivi desconectada de mi realidad durante 21 años y desperte demasiado tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-113713135716262844?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113713135716262844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=113713135716262844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/113713135716262844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/113713135716262844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-113042734708554569</id><published>2005-10-27T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:38:04.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post, I know, but do I really care? Hell, course I don’t! If you don’t wish to read it then go on and read something else… that being said, here’s my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to give you the words of a very smart person. A person that has been able to put in words what I couldn’t even put in thoughts… and for that only, he or she has become my main and only spokesman –or woman… anyway, the only human being that understood what it means to love someone that existed all over and you never knew, and you only discovered it when it was too late. What can all this teach me? I still don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had many influences in my life that’ve made go through several transformations and have given birth to a new Natalia; David Bowie, Duff “Rose” McKagan, Sid Vicious, Johnny Rotten, people you don’t know, and many more… and now here’s my final and biggest mentor. The one that’s responsible for the biggest change in me. The one that’s brought about the definite me. The best one and the one that I’m most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll give you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://misery.the-fey.net/hide.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/400/hide_047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-113042734708554569?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113042734708554569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=113042734708554569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/113042734708554569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/113042734708554569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/pink-spider.html' title='Pink Spider'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112822471776624353</id><published>2005-10-02T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:45:17.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Treason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time; those were the final words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you with me; don't need you with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, words hurt more than anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112822471776624353?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112822471776624353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112822471776624353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112822471776624353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112822471776624353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/final-treason.html' title='Final Treason'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112603924936237813</id><published>2005-09-06T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:40:49.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>Hace meses que no posteaba quizzes! Ahora toy en un cyber de Alsina con mi amiga Vani y mientras ella chatea con su ex-chico :P, yo dije "bueno, voy a quizzear" Aquí tan los resultados de tres que hice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CODEpinkHIDE/1036504357_encebsquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="beauty&amp;stupid"&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEAUTY AND STUPID! i just wanna make love....i dont&lt;br&gt;wanna fall in looooove......of course no one&lt;br&gt;can see you in that can o.o *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CODEpinkHIDE/quizzes/Which%20hide%20video%20are%20%20you!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which hide video 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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078089874_ctureslost.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c02750)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a Lost Soul. No one is really sure what&lt;br&gt;that can always mean, because it can be defined&lt;br&gt;in many ways. As Legend goes, lost souls were&lt;br&gt;the spirits of passed away people who are&lt;br&gt;neither in heaven nor hell. They walk the&lt;br&gt;earth, brooding mysteriously, always appearing&lt;br&gt;when you expect it least. So hence, if you have&lt;br&gt;a Lost Soul, then you are probably very&lt;br&gt;insecure and shy. Stuck in your own little box,&lt;br&gt;you watch the world fly by as a loner. You dont&lt;br&gt;know your place. You seemingly dont have a&lt;br&gt;place in society or an interest. You are a very&lt;br&gt;capricious person, and are confused and&lt;br&gt;frustrated about where you belong. You crave&lt;br&gt;for the sense and feeling of home-but have not&lt;br&gt;obtained it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105283242_esktopCold.jpg" border="0" alt="http://www.wido-software.de/darkangel/layout01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your inner soul is calling for help! You always&lt;br&gt;seem so depressed, lonely, and feel like an&lt;br&gt;outsider. You may have a cold, sad exterior,&lt;br&gt;but in all reality you are hurt inside and&lt;br&gt;bottling up all of your anger. Everyday you&lt;br&gt;wonder why are you still here when there is&lt;br&gt;nothing left? You use to once be a happy,&lt;br&gt;loving soul, but it was damaged by 'them' and&lt;br&gt;seems like it never can be fixed again.&lt;br&gt;However, you have yet seemed to realize that&lt;br&gt;there are people out there that deeply care for&lt;br&gt;you. They secretly have a thing for you because&lt;br&gt;they find you to be dark, mysterious, and full&lt;br&gt;of secrets, not to mention being the prettiest&lt;br&gt;person in the world! You like to enjoy your&lt;br&gt;time by yourself expressing your feelings&lt;br&gt;through forms of art, and enjoy nice quiet&lt;br&gt;scenaries that just dazzle your mind with awe.&lt;br&gt;Your bedroom is basically your sanctuary where&lt;br&gt;you can hide out, hidden from those who gave&lt;br&gt;you all of the pain. Try to loosen up and have&lt;br&gt;some fun! Never start frowning because you&lt;br&gt;never know who's falling in love with your&lt;br&gt;smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Inner%20Soul%20Trying%20To%20Say%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Is Your Inner Soul Trying To Say?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112603924936237813?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112603924936237813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112603924936237813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112603924936237813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112603924936237813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112575269726740121</id><published>2005-09-03T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T10:17:57.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/Na%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/400/Na%201.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't hold back the emotion welling up in my heart&lt;br /&gt;tsume o tateru Sexy madness&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so beautiful and so unreachable. So long had I been waiting for something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so out of this reality as you are. You are the most different human being that has ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;existed, and loving you goes against laws that have not even been invented yet. Your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grace and elegance match perfectly with your wildness and charisma. But you couldn’t &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be anymore unreachable. I would kill myself if I had to just to taste a bit of your essence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if it was for one moment of pure extasy. This sadistic desire that comes out from my eyes right into yours brings me down everytime I try to stick to this reality that I’ve been forced to live. I feel so out of place here; I just know that this is not where I belong. I’m not there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet, and I think I probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shoulder… your white shoulder swinging gracefully in such a femenine way… carecing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my thoughts… your eyes so fixed in the nothing… and so chased by mine… and your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voice… oh! that voice! had I been born there and then I would have spent days and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days listening to those half-uttered words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope is that the Gods grant me at least one peaceful second of total bliss in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your arms before I die… or after. What happens afterwards… I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crucify my love,&lt;br /&gt;If it should be that way.&lt;br /&gt;Swing the heartache;&lt;br /&gt;Feel it inside out;&lt;br /&gt;When the wind cries,&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to learn, tried to find,&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for eternity;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the answer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hide your face. Hide your thoughts. Hide your dream.&lt;br /&gt;hide is my dream… my unreachable dream that I know I’ll never get &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because he was gone from this world long before I even knew he &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;existed…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I try to hold you, you are vanishing before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just an illusion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am awake, my tears have dried in the sands of sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112575269726740121?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112575269726740121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112575269726740121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112575269726740121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112575269726740121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexy-madness.html' title='Sexy Madness'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112330403150987867</id><published>2005-08-06T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T01:53:51.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo Fotolog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Es una mierda... por favor abstenerse de hacer cualquier crítica bien fundamentada :P--------&gt;delirios de una triste madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno no se por ahora sólo puse una foto que siempre me gustó y una canción que me gusta aún más. Si quieren saber que dice deberán buscar la traducción, pero sólo si les interesa saber cómo me siento 24/7...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click en la foto para ir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://fotolog.terra.com.ar/eternal_embrace"&gt;&lt;img alt="aisaretai" src="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/3095/lodoss020hg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112330403150987867?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112330403150987867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112330403150987867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112330403150987867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112330403150987867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/08/tengo-fotolog.html' title='Tengo Fotolog!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112329907403965099</id><published>2005-08-05T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:31:14.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fuckin' Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Noooooooo se acerca mi cumpleaños número 21!!!!! El tan odiado número!!!!!!! El número que me dice "ahora sí. Tenes que actuar como adulta y madurar o te quedas atras"... ok, mucha lucha interna estos dias... siento como si me hubieran electrocutado. Estoy que tiro chispas por todo... supongo que son los mismos miedos de siempre y la misma frustración de siempre... el querer sentir que todo va bien pero en el fondo no creerlo... que falsedad por favor... bueno basta! no me voy a poner de mal humor! quizás en este cumpleaños me decida a hacer cosas a las que nunca me animé (como ponerme en pedo) o me voy a dar gustos que hace rato tengo ganas de darme jeje... veremos... por lo pronto se acerca el día y yo me siento cada vez más incómoda con lo que hago, lo que decido... cada vez más siento que me equivoqué de camino y que me estoy alejando demasiado como para volver a retomar otro rumbo... y aún así, en medio del caos, siento como que estoy contenta... hay mucha alegría adentro mío pero creo que se esconde bien... aún así creo que la siento... anyway, volviendo al tema de mi cumple, espero estar junto a la gente que me quiere y si puedo tener un *regalito* super! :D vayan considerándolo jeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/Me%20113_Sebasti??n"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/320/Me%20113_Sebasti%3F%3Fn%20de%20fondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112329907403965099?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112329907403965099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112329907403965099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112329907403965099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112329907403965099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-fuckin-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Fuckin&apos; Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112204403197517337</id><published>2005-07-22T11:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:53:52.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/AMV%20-%20X%20Movie%20-%20X-Japan%20-%20X%20-%20Clamp%20-%20Preview%20video%20for%20X%20The%20Movie_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/320/AMV%20-%20X%20Movie%20-%20X-Japan%20-%20X%20-%20Clamp%20-%20Preview%20video%20for%20X%20The%20Movie_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Bueno hola hola... tanto tiempo... hace cuanto que no posteo como debería ser. Muchos posts depresivos lately. Pero bueno ahora ya estoy mejor... acabo de hacer un retiro espiritual a la casa de una de mis mejores amigas (Caro): Me fui dos dias a su casa :S pero la pasé bárbaro :D Del miércoles estuve en Mar del Plata y como comentario temgo que por fín probé comida japonesa: comí yakimeshi tori. Tenía pollo, arroz y unas verduras que no se que serían. Al principio olia horrible pero después me gustó. Y sí, por supuesto, comí con los palitos jaja al principio se me caía todo pero la chica del stand me enseñó coómo agarrarlos y después ya me salía re bien :) También me puse a hablar con ella pero no me acuerdo como se llamaba :S y me enseñó unas palabras en japonés que obvio ya no me acuerdo porque soy tarada y porque no quería ponerme a anotarlas ahí porque iba a quedar muy boba jeje pero bue... además de eso vengo escuchando mucha música de X Japan, por la serie X (Anita debes ser la única que sabes de qué hablo pero no importa jaja) ya me bajé varios temas: Scars, X, Endless Rain, y temas de otras bandas como Pierrot (me bajé Freaks) de Gackt (Fragance---&gt;muy emotiva @_@) y de Hide (LEMOed I Scream---&gt;divertidísima) y ninguna más creo... ahora me gustaría ver la serir X y la película pero no creo que las consiga acá. A lo sumo podría bajarlas del Kazaa pero con esta computadora!!! (rompe la computadora en veinte pedazos) *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más que eso no cuento... bastante tranquis estos días... bueno nada más. Feliz día del amigo a los que no saludé por no haber estado!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112204403197517337?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112204403197517337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112204403197517337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112204403197517337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112204403197517337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-112148575959080767</id><published>2005-07-16T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:49:19.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose yourself in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/untitled54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/320/untitled54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/392/1600/yo%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you don't want me to be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To kiss your eyes, caress your hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or kill that pain away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pain is my companion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;solitude my guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sweet affection solely offers me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a threat I cannot abide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet you'll lose yourself in me, in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleed in my arms wounds within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall from grace as I offer you sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifice yourself so frail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pseudo-love is as good as betrayal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So place your love in the palm of my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where temptation lies within that something you've yet to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I close my fist and awake your sleeping fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without forbearance I will quench my thirst of your crimsontears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet you'll lose yourself in me, in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weep for promises which all died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A drop of tear for every lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love forever torn away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am only to make you forget your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lose yourself in me... maybe I'll finally be of some use&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-112148575959080767?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112148575959080767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=112148575959080767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112148575959080767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/112148575959080767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/lose-yourself-in-me.html' title='Lose yourself in me'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111785631897684010</id><published>2005-06-04T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:38:38.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Memories of a dead time have been dancing all around my head for the last couples of days. Memories of daysin which I was worse; memories of days in which I &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; think I was better... how can it be that one minute I'm thinking that everything's fine and the next I'm asking when there will be an important change in my life... a change for good. Yeah... I guess that's what I've been needing... Yet, there's something I don't understand... am I supposed to go and make that change happen? or do I just keep on waiting?.............................................. God, how I hate when my head starts spinning around like this; I don't even know where I am anymore. I need to let go of everything for one second. I just wish I could stop thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;listening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;breathing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img205.echo.cx/img205/2894/lain030tb.gif" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's create that fake smile with the tears we've refrained for so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111785631897684010?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111785631897684010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111785631897684010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111785631897684010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111785631897684010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/06/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111700474718643188</id><published>2005-05-25T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T04:49:12.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigmund Freud: Analyze This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On a recent account of my life I have come to the bitter and totally unwished conclusion that I live in a contradiction. On one hand, I hate feeling depressed- I feel defeated and I dispise myself for that. But on the other hand, I sometimes find myself seeking depressing moments on purpose; like if I, for some weird reason, actually wanted to feel sad... I don't understand that. As I write this I find myself in one of those moments in which I just want to cry; to feel all around me nothing but peace and silence (even the sound of the keyboard, which has become an everyday thing, is now way too disturbing) and after realizing this, I can't help wandering the reason of this need to attrack and yet reject sadness, both at the same time. As you can imagine, feeling that constant pulling in my head leaves me quite dizzy and I think that would explain why I often shift moods in a matter of seconds: when I feel I'm going down, I try to be up again using anything I might have at reach; but that tires me almost inmediately, and I guess it's because even though I try to supress it and hide it, what made me go down in the first place is still there, so I go down again... and the whole thing becomes a neverending variation of feelings, from suicidally sad to suicidally blissful. And adding to all these comes the fact that, whenever I find myself "trying to be ok" I feel like I'm lying to myself, and whenever I find myself "trying to be down" I feel like I'm being too comfortable so as not to face my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think it's hard being a person, a human being, a woman... but I think it's not only hard but also very confusing being me- I just can't understand my personality... sometimes I can be freezing cold and sometimes I can overbearing fiery; sometimes I feel dangerously vulnerable and sometimes I feel completely indestructible. What's really tiring it's the fact that there's never a point in between the two extremes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Perhaps what I must do it's to choose one of the two and try to stick to it as much as possible... however, I've tried this before, but I failed in the very instant that I started needing that other part... maybe in some bizarre way, both oppositions complement each other... maybe there's no me without any of those parts. But then again, what's the point of being ok if when I get it I'll miss being down, and vice versa? I don't get it... if someone feels the same and has the anwer please tell me what to do. I'ts almost like having two personalities; like being fake to those around me; like a two-faced mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog2/naty/natys-blog/"&gt;In the Arms of an Angel, fly away from here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/2933/chobits1x13jd.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111700474718643188?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111700474718643188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111700474718643188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111700474718643188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111700474718643188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/sigmund-freud-analyze-this.html' title='Sigmund Freud: Analyze This...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111636066334848824</id><published>2005-05-17T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:13:32.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipocresía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jajajajajajajajajajaja Me cago de risa en su cara!! Jajajajaja son patéticos!! Son el par de ser humanos más tristes del planeta!!! Y además son los dos unos falsos y unos hipócritas!! Y pensar que yo me puse en el papel de la hija de $%@! que les estaba cagando la vida! Ustedes se la cagaron solos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"It'll be so cool to sit down in my perfection chair and see you bring you to your knees and rotten in the grave you dug yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img275.echo.cx/img275/879/hell1au.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"See you at the bitter end..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111636066334848824?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111636066334848824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111636066334848824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111636066334848824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111636066334848824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/hipocresa.html' title='Hipocresía'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111493312816208415</id><published>2005-05-01T03:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:18:56.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>About Fairies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="256" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img59.echo.cx/img59/885/dibujo3qw.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the first baby laughed for the first time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The laugh broke into a thousand pieces &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and they all went skipping about,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was the beginning of fairies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Sir James Matthews Barrie (1860-1937))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111493312816208415?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111493312816208415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111493312816208415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111493312816208415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111493312816208415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-fairies.html' title='About Fairies'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111426690592399378</id><published>2005-04-23T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:35:05.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Me Resbala..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you'll never get to heaven if you're scared of getting high..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué buena frase! jajjaja y tenía que ser la diosa de Kylie! Y es muy cierto... hay que arriesgarse si uno quiere ser feliz. Hay que perder los miedos... igual es muy fácil decirlo (o cantarlo :P). Es muy difícil vencer esos miedos y arriesgarse, más si sabés que si terminás mal, terminás bien mal. Yo muchas veces elegí arriesgarme, y sí, terminé mal, pero al menos lo intenté. Aún así me cuesta largarme de nuevo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa que aprendí hace poquito es que a veces lo que uno debe hacer es pelearla, pero otras, no se puede hacer nada, entonces lo mejor es dejar todo como está, dejarse llevar y que sea lo que tenga que ser. En ese sentido yo siempre fui igual: si quiero algo la peleo hasta la muerte por obtenerlo... casi me obsesiono porque se vuelve en lo único que pienso incluso. Pero ahora voy a cambiar eso; es así: &lt;strong&gt;todo me resbala &lt;/strong&gt;y que sea lo que tenga que ser. Estoy cansada. Dejo todo en manos del destino (o lo que sea...). Ya veremos que pasa. Yo me voy a dedicar a bailar la vida (uhhh... qué frase... :S). Los que me quieran seguir que me sigan, los demás que se tiren a un pozo si quieren, no me interesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viste Vero que sí posteé con ese título??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111426690592399378?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111426690592399378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111426690592399378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111426690592399378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111426690592399378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-resbala.html' title='&quot;Me Resbala...&quot;'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111316357203531750</id><published>2005-04-10T16:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:06:12.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Les dejo la letra de una canción que me gusta mucho :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?&lt;br /&gt;Are they more vivid than they were when you were little? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart&lt;br /&gt;to rest, they burn the color of passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.&lt;br /&gt;But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,&lt;br /&gt;so then why are we destined to dream? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes two dreams can turn into love,&lt;br /&gt;but there are also times when they can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they're alone, people want to share their feelings, but it can be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerless to express one's feelings, and sometimes they become a silver knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.&lt;br /&gt;But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img126.echo.cx/img126/1023/index02leftmain0la.jpg" border="0" width="290" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111316357203531750?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111316357203531750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111316357203531750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111316357203531750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111316357203531750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/scarlet.html' title='Scarlet'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111279647333300611</id><published>2005-04-06T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:48:03.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' Up</title><content type='html'>Hace mil años que no escribo acá... no tengo mucho que decir... sigo con Lucas, aunque las cosas parece que fueran a irse al carajo siempre (por lo menos para mí) peo él parece demasiado tranqui... ah! empecé a trabajar! me gusta no son muchas horas, es algo que me gusta no es muy lejos... re bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que me acuerdo, quiero comentar que anoche me peleé mal con mi vieja y me dijo que yo no me permito equivocarme y fracasar en algo, y que no tengo que enojarme conmigo y con los demas por eso. Eso ya lo sabia, pero despues me dijo que eso es porque me siento superior a los demás, y no es así. Los que me conocen bien saben que puedeo ser muy insegura y que SIEMPRE me siento menos... creo que no me gusta fracasar simplemente porque no quiero defraudar a los que quiero, en especial a ela, porque tengo miedo de que me rechazen... que boludez para estar hablando a esta hora :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno los dejo con el mensaje siguiente: estoy viva, no me morí, es sólo que ya no tengo Internet gente... me cortaron las piernas jaja :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img90.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img90&amp;image=commie4ii.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img90.exs.cx/img90/4933/commie4ii.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111279647333300611?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111279647333300611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111279647333300611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111279647333300611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111279647333300611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-111031230459924715</id><published>2005-03-08T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:05:04.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FeLiZ CuMpLe VeRo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordate que te kiero mucho. Cuidate y que la pases re bien! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.exs.cx/img210/2538/rei9iu.gif" border="0" width="322" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-111031230459924715?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111031230459924715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=111031230459924715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111031230459924715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/111031230459924715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/feliz-cumple.html' title='Feliz Cumple!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110806847827137186</id><published>2005-02-10T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:03:16.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y si....</title><content type='html'>Y si che... lo admito. Me puede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luquis sos un sol. Sos un divino. La verdad es que cada vez te quiero y te extraño más. Ahora entiendo muchas cosas que hace unos meses no tenían sentido. Sé que tenemos mucho camino por delante y me va a encantar recorrerlo junto a vos. La verdad que después de lo que hablamos el viernes pensé que todo se iba a ir arrinando de a poquito, pero no, ahora todo es mejor, más relajado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dedico esta canción &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmas cada señal,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no dudo estoy segura que eres tú mi otra parte,&lt;br /&gt;No es casual ni mucho menos que tengamos tantas cosas en común...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu vida con mi vida un complemento tan perfecto,&lt;br /&gt;Que ahora todo lo comprendo, te esperaba hace tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Guardándote mi amor, guardando éste amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me puedes de punta a punta,&lt;br /&gt;Porque desnudas todo mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;Y es que contigo todo es inmenso,&lt;br /&gt;Y mi esperanza vuelve a nacer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me puedes y a mí me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;Porque superas lo que soñé,&lt;br /&gt;Estar contigo es un privilegio,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy por ti vuelvo a nacer...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubres en mis adentros capacidades que ignoraba,&lt;br /&gt;Y me enseñas a entregarme por completo.&lt;br /&gt;No existen dudas, está a la vista,&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos tanta piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu vida con mi vida un complemento tan perfecto,&lt;br /&gt;Que ahora todo lo comprendo, te esperaba hace tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Guardándote mi amor, guardando éste amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.exs.cx/img203/9134/3002273miakatamaova26wz.jpg" width="289" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110806847827137186?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110806847827137186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110806847827137186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110806847827137186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110806847827137186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/y-si.html' title='Y si....'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110747118379806734</id><published>2005-02-03T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:53:03.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well...</title><content type='html'>Things are going pretty well right now; they're not the way I want them to go, but that doesn't mean they're bad... if there's something I've learnt all these years is that things can always get worse, so I guess I just enjoy the moment and let things happen the way they have to. On the other hand, I've never liked having to wait... that's one of the things I have to learn; I have to learn to gain patience, I have to learn to wait. But waiting doesn't mean no action at all: I'm determined to get things right; I won't fail this time, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual, la situación no va tan mal... el 14 veremos qué pasa. Voy a estar muy atenta a cualquier cosa... les contaré en otro momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me voy que tengo que escribir en mis otros blogs y ademas me tengo que ir a bañar antes de irme, porque el calefón de mi casa nueva anda para atrás :S Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.exs.cx/img225/9178/untitled6rn.jpg" width="204" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah si! escuchen la cancion Filthy Gorgeous de Scissor Sisters. Está muy buena y la letra me encanta, se las paso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're walkin' down the street &lt;br /&gt;And the man tries to get your business &lt;br /&gt;And the people that you meet &lt;br /&gt;Want to open you up like Christmas &lt;br /&gt;You gotta wrap your fuzzy in a big red bow &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho &lt;br /&gt;I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous:|| &lt;br /&gt;You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty &lt;br /&gt;And you can grab me oooh, cuz you're nasty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're runnin' from a trick &lt;br /&gt;And you trip on a hit of acid &lt;br /&gt;You gotta work for the man &lt;br /&gt;But your biggest moneymakers' flaccid &lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep your shit together &lt;br /&gt;With your feet on the ground &lt;br /&gt;There ain't noone gonna listen &lt;br /&gt;If you haven't made a sound &lt;br /&gt;You're an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty &lt;br /&gt;And you can grab me oooh, cuz you're nasty&lt;i/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110747118379806734?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110747118379806734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110747118379806734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110747118379806734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110747118379806734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-well.html' title='Well Well...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110711961885056292</id><published>2005-01-30T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:13:38.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold as Rain</title><content type='html'>What should I think when things seem to go wrong and then they seem to go right? This lack of balance; this desision of hiding the real intentions; this state of never knowing what to taste in your lips; this situation of always expecting for a little more warmth from you; this constant feeling of disappointment is getting me really nervous and tired. I'm patient, and I understand that we are not all the same, but still I'd give anything to feel you more open and closer to me... your friends tell me one thing and you're behaviour tells me another. I've always hated people who won't tell you what they feel; it messes everything up. I cannot guess. I haven't got a fucking crystal ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img189.exs.cx/img189/1792/kagome0022qk.jpg" width="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110711961885056292?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110711961885056292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110711961885056292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110711961885056292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110711961885056292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/cold-as-rain.html' title='Cold as Rain'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110646885237126843</id><published>2005-01-23T05:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T06:03:54.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelines</title><content type='html'>"... y si en este mundo triste y frío pudiera aunque sea por un segundo tomar entre mis manos cansadas una gota de pasión, me sentiría capaz de convertir el suelo bajo mis pies en un hogar, &lt;i&gt;mi&lt;/i&gt; hogar. Entonces no tendría la necesidad de escapar, de cambiar. Podría por fín quedarme en un lugar fijo y así crear un altar en el que expresar mi devoción hacia el fino arte de hacerte sonreir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno he vuelto. Estoy en casa nuevamente. Lejos de esa persona cuyo nombre ni siquiera quiero escribir porque de sólo recordar me da vueltas el estómago. Voy a pasar por alto el tema Mar del Plata. Los que me conocen sabrán por qué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de volver de salir con mis amigos y como es costumbre me agarra una nostalgia, una soledad increíble... hoy tengo ganas de aprovechar este estado y escribir cómo me siento, algo que hace mucho no hago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente parece que todo me está llendo relativamente bien, aún cuando creo que está llendo mal. Estos últimos meses siento que crecí mucho, y la verdad es que, a riesgo de sonar egocéntrica, me gusta como soy. Asique bueno estoy contenta por eso :) pero aún así esto de que las cosas salgan bien asusta un poco; tengo miedo de ponerme bien por cómo van las cosas y que en el pico de mi alegría se pinche todo, pero bueno tampoco puedo tener miedo y no avanzar nunca; o sea por ahí se arruina todo pero por ahí no, asique supongo que hay que arriesgarse y si las cosas salen mal seguir adelante... me pongo filosófica a las 5 de la mañana  :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno básicamente así es cómo me siento ahora, a la espectativa de que algo malo pase; o todo lo contrario, esperando que algo mejor pase siempre... sea como sea me estoy perdiendo estos momentos asique mejor me relajo y disfruto del ahora, veré en la marcha lo que pasa y lo que no y como me manejo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todos esten bien, felices vacaciones a todos. Sé que algunos se quedan, otros ya se fueron a la costa y otros estan por irse... a todos les deseo que anden de diez y que aprovechen cada minutito de sus vacaciones esten donde esten :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.exs.cx/img196/995/usagi0sc.jpg" width="211" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110646885237126843?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110646885237126843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110646885237126843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110646885237126843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110646885237126843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/lifelines.html' title='Lifelines'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110601215478788877</id><published>2005-01-17T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:35:54.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En Mar del Plata :P</title><content type='html'>Bueno, estoy en la costa. Al final decicí venir por dos razones:&lt;br /&gt;1) Por todos los que querrían estar acá y no pueden.&lt;br /&gt;2) Me obligaron :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estuve tomando mucho sol y la verdad es que me divertí con las olas porque mi hermano me ayudó a superar un poco mi miedo al mar. Aparte de eso todo tranquilo, pero ya decidí que el sábado o el domingo me tomo un micro o el tren y me vuelvo, porque extraño demasiado :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me tengo que ir llendo. Nos veremos cuando pueda volver a postear o directamente cuando lo haga desde mi casa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8808/img04142150948a6jl.jpg" width="298" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las extrañoooooo ----- menos a Yamila :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110601215478788877?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110601215478788877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110601215478788877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110601215478788877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110601215478788877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/en-mar-del-plata-p.html' title='En Mar del Plata :P'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110557192109865113</id><published>2005-01-12T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:18:41.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You :(</title><content type='html'>Extraño mi compu, mi pieza, la tele, a Mary, a Caro, a Vero, a Lucas A., a Lucas T., a Marce, a Duque, Chanchi y Merlín, la panadería de mi mamá. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño el MSN, mi Blogo, los otros Blogs que leo, los programas de la compu para hacer wallpapers, los videos, todo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño mucho a todos, pero los que me conocen saben que estoy mejor viviendo en Valentín Alsina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces hay que sacrificar algo que queremos para estar mejor... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.exs.cx/img129/1756/1090879030tubborn2227hf.jpg" width="361" height="289" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110557192109865113?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110557192109865113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110557192109865113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110557192109865113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110557192109865113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/miss-you.html' title='Miss You :('/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110486498146115877</id><published>2005-01-04T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:42:54.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quizzes Are Back! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CEF1EF;"&gt;Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#EDDDF1;"&gt;Les dejo los resultados de unos quizzes porque hace mucho que no hago :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888824_wfluffnarc.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aa5184)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;narcissistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&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;strong&gt; o.0??!?! :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EmrysWolf/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Animal%20Personality%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EmrysWolf/1043107723_zstuffbear.gif" border="0" alt="Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Is Your Animal Personality?&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;strong&gt; Hoy están en mi contra los quizzes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gslickfan/1045122391_sdekooning.jpg" border="0" alt="De Kooning"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Super!! You are WILLEM DE KOONING.&lt;br /&gt;You think just like you paint: in the abstract. You&lt;br&gt;live well outside of the box and never know&lt;br&gt;where life will take you next. Your friends&lt;br&gt;admire your ability to fearlessly veer away&lt;br&gt;from the boundaries of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gslickfan/quizzes/Which%20famous%20artist%20most%20reflects%20your%20personality%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which famous artist most reflects your personality?&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;strong&gt; Que cuadro tan feo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/taisamarie/1036804252_zwselegant.jpg" border="0" alt="Elegant"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elegant - You pride yourself on charm and are&lt;br&gt;always emphasising your femine attributes. You&lt;br&gt;like ice skating, ballet, gymnastics... any&lt;br&gt;activity seen as female. You have a good head&lt;br&gt;on your shoulders, but you are too easily&lt;br&gt;distracted by 'pretty' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/taisamarie/quizzes/What%20Faerie%20Personality%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Faerie Personality 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;&lt;strong&gt; Jaja este le pegó bastante :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7378032-110486498146115877?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110486498146115877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110486498146115877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110486498146115877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110486498146115877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/quizzes-are-back-d.html' title='The Quizzes Are Back! :D'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110476959865578875</id><published>2005-01-03T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:31:32.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¬_¬ Embalando  ¬_¬</title><content type='html'>Hoy mi mamá me levantó a las 9 para darle con todo al proyecto "embalaje" :P Por supuesto yo me encargué de mi pieza (odio que me toquen las cosas) y me di cuenta de la enormemente astronómica cantidad de boludeces que guardo :/ Es increíble... tiré de todo... casettes (¿para qué los voy a querer con la grabadora de CDs :P), cartas de gente que ni me acordaba que existía, boletos de colectivo, tickets de McDonalds, incluso el buzo de un chico que una vez vino con mis amigos y se lo olvidó, y como tuve que pagarle la entrada del boliche, porque no daba para dejarlo afuera, nunca más se lo devolví. Aunque él nunca lo vino a reclamar, ya que sabía que si venía yo le iba a pedir mis $6... asique lo regalé &gt;:D muajajja!!)... tiré revistas, almanaques, dibujos feos míos, parciales, fotocopias de la facultad (las de Traducción de 2º disfruté especialmente de tirarlas ya que nunca las usamos y eran una boche que encima eran doble faz, o sea no me servían para nada... Vero y Lucas saben de qué les hablo), y bueno un montón de boludeces más que ya ni me acuerdo. Ahora veo mi piezita vacía :( ... tuve que guardar en una caja todos mis tomos de Fushigi, mis libros, todo, y ahora más que nunca quiero usar todo eso:S ... Por suerte ya casi terminé (digo casi porque la fecha de mudanza todavía no está fija, y hay cosas que uso aún como la ropa... duh! XD Ahora a descansar que encima con este calor de mierda me derrito -____-;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte y si tienen pileta... qué suerte!! invítenme!! :P Jajaja mentira... el 15 por suerte me voy a Mar del Plata :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img131.exs.cx/img131/4345/beach6wt.jpg" width="314" height="407" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&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/7378032-110476959865578875?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110476959865578875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110476959865578875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110476959865578875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110476959865578875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/embalando.html' title='¬_¬ Embalando  ¬_¬'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110455670752920580</id><published>2005-01-01T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T02:39:51.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Mab</title><content type='html'>MERCUTIO  &lt;br /&gt;  [...]  &lt;br /&gt;  This is that very Mab   &lt;br /&gt;  That plats the manes of horses in the night,   &lt;br /&gt;  And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,  &lt;br /&gt;  Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:   &lt;br /&gt;  This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,   &lt;br /&gt;  That presses them and learns them first to bear,   &lt;br /&gt;  Making them women of good carriage:   &lt;br /&gt;  This is she--  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO  Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!   &lt;br /&gt;  Thou talk'st of nothing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERCUTIO  True, I talk of dreams,   &lt;br /&gt;  Which are the children of an idle brain,   &lt;br /&gt;  Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,  &lt;br /&gt;  Which is as thin of substance as the air   &lt;br /&gt;  And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes   &lt;br /&gt;  Even now the frozen bosom of the north,   &lt;br /&gt;  And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,   &lt;br /&gt;  Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romeo &amp; Juliet. Act I Scene IV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110455670752920580?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110455670752920580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110455670752920580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110455670752920580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110455670752920580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/queen-mab.html' title='Queen Mab'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110455157759586394</id><published>2005-01-01T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:52:57.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!! :P</title><content type='html'>Estamos en 2005!!! Yeah, we did it!! Jaja, pensar que en Agosto no creía llegar a vivir para ver el fin de año... por qué será que siemre pienso eso? Bueno no importa... lo importante es que acá estoy, a las 12:33 (aunque la hora de este post que salga en la fecha quizás sea distinta :S); como todos los años, se ve que la gente reventó el chanchito y se compró cuanta cosa que hiciera ruido y luz; no me gustan los fuegos artificiales, pero no se puede negar que son el símbolo de festejo por excelencia, y por eso se merecen nuestro respeto (media hora de un año nuevo y ya estoy delirando...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El año que pasó sin duda terminó de la peor manera imaginable... me llenó de angustia la noticia de los chicos que murieron en el incendio del boliche de Once; pocas veces una noticia así me llega tan profundo; la anterior vez fue por los saqueos en las fiestas... lo que pasa es que adoro las fiestas porque es el unico momento en que la gente expresa las cosas buenas que siente, no importa que tan cerrados sean... y que pasen cosas así me duele porque el año nuevo siempre tiene un lugar especial en mi corazoncito... es el comienzo de todo un período de 365 días en los que no sabes que te va a pasar, y eso me llena de expectativa :) Como soy una persona que cree firmemente en que no existen las casualidades y que todo tiene un motivo y una función, creo que este hecho se dió justamente en este día para hacernos tomar conciencia de nuestros hábitos de vida, y cuando digo "nuestros" me refiero a la gente joven de hoy. Yo soy una persona que adora pasarla bien, los que me conocen lo saben, y creo que todos a nuestra manera queremos pasarla bien, pero hay un punto en que seguir nuestra manera de diversión se convierte en egoísmo y desgraciadamente, en negligencia. Lo que pasó en ese boliche fue por puro egoísmo, y hay un poco de culpa en cada uno de los que estuvieron ahí, hasta en los de la banda... creo que si cada uno hiciera las cosas que hace cuidando no perjudicar a nadie, todo sería distinto. Los chicos que tenían bengalas y sobrevivieron (si alguno sobrevivió...) te van a decir "no quisimos que esto pasara" pero no sirve de nada; pasó y ahora es tarde. La próxima vez a pensar en vez de joder tanto, así nos ayudamos entre todos. ¿O acaso no iban a pasarla bien sin una bengala chota? y perdón por esto pero hay que ser bien forro y boludo para prender una bengala adentro de un lugar cerrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas formas, con mucho pesar admito que sé que nadie va a aprender la lección ni aún después de algo así. Muy lamentable la pérdida, por una lección que ni siquiera se va a aprender. De todas formas, feliz año nuevo a todos y sonrían mucho que aunque al final del día les duela la boca, al menos no les va a doler el corazón :) Suertes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img60.exs.cx/img60/7201/innocence4jv.jpg" width="250" height="355" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never forget the magic that exists in the possibility of living one more second" -- Naty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110455157759586394?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110455157759586394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110455157759586394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110455157759586394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110455157759586394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-p.html' title='Happy New Year!! :P'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110430239105704441</id><published>2004-12-29T03:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:39:51.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you're the One</title><content type='html'>Maybe you are the one that I've been waiting for my whole life. So much rejection, so much pain suddenly make sense whenever I'm with you. Now I understand. I understand the way things have been, every time I think of the fact that I'm yours and you're mine. Suddenly, every one I've loved becomes so little in my eyes. You help me see the light in this path of life. Your laughter, in a brief but soft instant of resigning, got into my world and it showed me the way I want to live here: happily, simply, positively and in your arms. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.exs.cx/img160/1165/1088035680ureskiss495im.jpg" width="200" height="380" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110430239105704441?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110430239105704441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110430239105704441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110430239105704441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110430239105704441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe-youre-one.html' title='Maybe you&apos;re the One'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110408589082646475</id><published>2004-12-26T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:34:05.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year :D</title><content type='html'>Una vez mas, llega fin de año, y empiezo a cuestionarme todo. Me encanta hacer balances de cómo me van las cosas. Siempre lo hacia en un cuaderno mio pero ya que este ultimo año la pase mas aca que en un diario, voy a escribirlo aca: basicamente este año fue, como todos, una mierda pero tambien estuvo bueno de a ratos. Tuve mi primer approach digamos a lo que es trabajar, pero que me dejo con un mal gusto enorme :S pero bue. En mis amistades pasaron muchas cosas realmente, especialmente en Mary, que paso de todo este año; por supuesto yo estuve al lado suyo siempre. Caro tuvo un año bastante bueno supongo, lo consiguio todo se podria decir, novio, un buen trabajo, metio 4 materias de abogacia... tambien termine de "consolidar" (no se me ocurrio otra palabra :S) dos nuevas amistades: Vero y Lucas, que aunque somos muy distintos los tres, nos llevamos bien, bancandonos las mañas de cada uno :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La facu estuvo bastante... frustrante. Hubo una profesora en particular que me hizo sentir que realmente no valía la pena estudiar, si al final el que te aprueben va a depender solamente de si el profesor esta de buen humor o no, pero igual la aprobe la materia. El año que viene tendre que elegir entre Traductorado Publico o Interprete, pero todavia no se :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como todos los años, la parte Relaciones la dejo para lo ultimo, porque deberia ser lo mejor jeje pero bue: este año tuve un encuentro con un amigo que siempre nos habiamos gustado pero las posibilidades nunca se daban y la verdad es que la pase bien. Crei tambien que me habia enamorado pero me di cuenta de que no porque ese tipo de gente no va conmigo, sacan lo peor de mi cuando yo me esfuerzo mucho por estar bien. Y bueno termino otro año sola, pero este es dintinto porque aun asi estoy bien porque no me importa :D Igual mas adelante les contare una cosa pero no lo voy a hacer porque creo que hay gente que siempre me manda malas ondas y por si las dudas me callo :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En detalles tontos, retomé mangas (empece por Fushigi Yuugi... en el ultimo que me compre uno de mis personajes aparentemente muere... buahhh casi se me escapa una lagrima :( ), me quede sin ver el final de InuYasha, con lo que me habia enganchado... :(, empezamos el tema de la mudanza con mi mama, pero todavia va todo lento... que mas? mis hnos compraron la grabadora... ah! puse banda ancha jaja me olvidaba :D como estaria escribiendo aca sino ehh?? jeje :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno se hizo largo, y eso que no detalle mucho, parece que si fue un año interesante, lo que no puedo creer es que ya termine... :| pero enseguida empieza otro nuevo; no se que me traera pero en diciembre de 2005 cuando vuelva a hacer esto lo sabre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.exs.cx/img146/2742/pinkkitty4xo.jpg" width="281" height="281" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte y Feliz Año a todosssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!! Muahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110408589082646475?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110408589082646475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110408589082646475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110408589082646475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110408589082646475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-d.html' title='New Year :D'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110328761820391282</id><published>2004-12-17T09:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:39:15.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it... everytime I want something, I don't get it. Instead of that, I get what I used to want... and that has happened too many times already. Maybe I don't really want what I think that I want. Maybe this whole thing is really about wishing that which you have (!?) so you don't get dissapointed by not getting it, because you already have it (!!??). Is it really the way life works? if it does, life it's ridiculous. I've heard it many times before: expect little so you don't get dissapointed... but when does that little become less than you deserve? I wonder if those who do get what they want, ask for little too, and somehow got more for wanting little... but then again, am I always asking too much? what I ask sounds pretty fair to me; I deserve what I ask for the simple reason that it never happens... and yet, there has to be a reason. I just hope it's a really good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.exs.cx/img143/3954/fdv1ai.jpg" width="447" height="303" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jennifer Connelly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110328761820391282?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110328761820391282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110328761820391282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110328761820391282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110328761820391282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110306491450628168</id><published>2004-12-14T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:55:14.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So long</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I don't write... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aca ando cagada de calor, queriendome mudar rapido ya!!!! jajaja no aguanto mas vivir aca, necesito un cambio!! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que ahora mi cabezita no está muy bien que digamos asique no voy a escribir mucho. Nada más voy a decir lo siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You won't catch me again... I'm already too far away from you, and in a better place. How could I be so blind? How didn't I see how you really are... I must have loved you too much... It's over now. There's nothing that I can say to you, but there's so much that you should say to me. An apology would be nice to begin with; but you're so lazy, you don't give a damn, that's why I have stopped expecting the right words from you; that's why your words a simple sounds that don't affect me anymore. Go, take away this misery with you, and die in my thoughts. &lt;b/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments... me dejé llevar, pero es todo cierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte y que les vaya bien en todo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110306491450628168?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110306491450628168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110306491450628168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110306491450628168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110306491450628168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-long.html' title='So long'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110281995858445245</id><published>2004-12-11T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:55:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Template!</title><content type='html'>Lo logre! Me tomo toda una tarde pero lo hice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este nuevo template lo hice yo solita si si, ayudada un poco con uno que baje de una pagina que me sirvio de base digamos... me encanta la foto y la comnicaion de colores. El Tag board lo tengo que dejar asi porque sino se ve mal y no me agarra los acentos por eso toy escribiendo todo tan mal :S Pero aparte de todo eso me encanta y pienso dejarlo un buen tiempo... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo unos besos enormes y suere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Escuchando:The Universal - Blur &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110281995858445245?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110281995858445245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110281995858445245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110281995858445245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110281995858445245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/nuevo-template.html' title='Nuevo Template!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110239286476160356</id><published>2004-12-07T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:19:03.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvet</title><content type='html'>I give you the lyrics to the opening song of Serial Experiments Lain because I like it... what a great reason :S It's called Duvet and I have no idea what this word means, I'll look iy up later, too lazy =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;A shame you seemed an honest man&lt;br /&gt;And all the fears you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they say might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling, I am fading&lt;br /&gt;I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem the lying kind&lt;br /&gt;A shame that I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I read there&lt;br /&gt;Candle lit smile that we both share&lt;br /&gt;and you know I don't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning&lt;br /&gt;Help me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting, I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;I am losing&lt;br /&gt;Help me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.exs.cx/img41/5956/i3blogocolain.gif" width="140" height="210" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchando: Duvet - S. E. Lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: No sé si les habrá pasado a ustedes pero cuando posteo no tengo más la opción de poner el texto en negrita... ni siquiera tengo la opción Preview... no se si tendrá algo que ver con que mis hermanos cuando formatearon decidieron instalar Windows 98 y es una mierda :S Anyway, si alguien sabe que me diga porque no me gusta esto che... &gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110239286476160356?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110239286476160356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110239286476160356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110239286476160356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110239286476160356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/duvet.html' title='Duvet'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110238098366263524</id><published>2004-12-06T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:56:23.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Layer 5: Distorsion</title><content type='html'>The life that I thought could handle is destroying me... Looking back, things look so much easier... there were so many things I wanted to do, so much dessire, so much faith, so much ambition... now I feel stuck, paralized. I can't move, I'm afraid... I don't know what I'm afraid of, but is that fear what keeps me from doing the things I want to do. I can't help it... I'm afraid I'll be caught again. I can't loose again, I'm not that strong... and this peace, this state of acceptance and tolerance... of finally learning to respect myself and the desitions that everyone made; this forced comfortability is not helping me anymore... I feel like I depend on a shadow, a memory, a wish, nothing real... this state of blindness is making me go back to old habits that I was sure I had destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img106.exs.cx/img106/2563/j1d1070820552cshairc.jpg" width="257" height="407" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel this from time to time, but I try not to pay too much attention to it... I try to laugh more, is what keeps sane among the real crazy ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110238098366263524?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110238098366263524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110238098366263524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110238098366263524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110238098366263524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/layer-5-distorsion.html' title='Layer 5: Distorsion'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110195065093011623</id><published>2004-12-01T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:24:10.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Happy! ^^</title><content type='html'>No, señores. No es el comienzo de una canción de Nirvana. Es la oración más adecuada para describir cómo estoy ahora :) No sé, hoy salí con mi super amiga Mary, nos compramos cosas, fuimos a la peluquería y caminamos un montón. Y a pesar de que los pies se me murieron y que me morí de calor (y que un camión me siguió como 3 cuadras gritando cosas chanchas :(:( ) la pasé re bien. Y me siento muy bien por como me están yendo las cosas. Ahora que lo pienso, miro atrás dos meses y las cosas siguen basicamente iguales, pero fui yo la que cambié; la que decidí hacerme cargo de mi misma y ponerme bien. Al principio fue difícil y pensé que estaba siendo una boluda y que sólo me mentía, pero ahora estoy bien y soy feliz. I wish you all the best (and ONLY the best) because you all deserve it; each and every single person who reads this; you have the right to be ok and happy just for being who you are. Even when things get bad, you can still smile and everything will have a different colour. Just try it; it won't hurt you. Just smile... Love ya all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.exs.cx/img41/8521/MisatoLD2.gif" width="245" height="360" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110195065093011623?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110195065093011623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110195065093011623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110195065093011623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110195065093011623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so Happy! ^^'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110177542299228111</id><published>2004-11-29T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:43:42.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Quizzes</title><content type='html'>Antes de ponerme a estudiar para mañana me dí un tiempito para boludear e hice estos quizzes que son todos de canciones. Agregué a mis Friend's Blogs el blog de un chico de Estados Unidos que me agregó al MSN y así empezamos a hablar y bueno... me cae muy bien :) no sé cómo me irá mañana pero ya veré la verdad es que no estudié mucho que digamos :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/iheartme/quizzes/Which%20solo%20Morrissey%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/iheartme/1038536775_estomorrow.jpg" border="0" alt="Tomorrow"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which solo Morrissey song 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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/abster/1035723984_AbigailND3.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Hella Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/abster/quizzes/Which%20no%20doubt%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which no doubt song 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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mamaj/1036617712_uizholiday.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are HOLIDAY.... You are spontaneous and&lt;br&gt;fun-loving, with a sense of adventure and need&lt;br&gt;for attention.  You're kind of childish, and&lt;br&gt;just want someone to play with.  You do things&lt;br&gt;that make you happy and you won't betray the&lt;br&gt;things you like just because some people think&lt;br&gt;they are tacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mamaj/quizzes/What%20Madonna%20Song%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Madonna Song 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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PlayboyBunnyL69/1040853015_negetyours.jpg" border="0" alt="getminegetyours"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are...Get mine, get yours. You are the most&lt;br&gt;dirty of Christina's songs. Naughty you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PlayboyBunnyL69/quizzes/Which%20Christina%20Aguilera%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Christina Aguilera song 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;Escuchando: Today - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110177542299228111?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110177542299228111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110177542299228111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110177542299228111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110177542299228111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/song-quizzes.html' title='Song Quizzes'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110167436869689566</id><published>2004-11-28T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:45:32.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Blooded Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1032647288_Cjamesstuffresultsiye.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jamesexual/quizzes/What%20Kylie%20Minogue%20video%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kylie Minogue video 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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fallenangel2686/1058480313_turesKinky.GIF" border="0" alt="Kinky"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like Kinky Sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fallenangel2686/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Sex%20Do%20You%20Like%3F%20(Includes%20Pictures)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind Of Sex Do You Like? (Includes Pictures)&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;No Comments-- Those who know me can say if this is true or not jeje O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.exs.cx/img123/8397/white_kylie.jpg" width="300" height="500" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt; Sexy, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Escuchando: Chocolate - Kylie Minogue----&gt;mmmmm chocolate *___*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110167436869689566?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110167436869689566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110167436869689566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110167436869689566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110167436869689566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/red-blooded-woman.html' title='Red Blooded Woman'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110144807945272830</id><published>2004-11-26T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T02:57:33.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>There's another world inside of me &lt;br /&gt;That you may never see&lt;br /&gt;There're secrets in this life&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;There's a light that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too far away...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img122.exs.cx/img122/2936/4030.jpg" width="343" height="235" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your education x-ray &lt;br /&gt;Can not see under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you a damn thing &lt;br /&gt;That I could not tell my friends&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive but I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is fighting this&lt;br /&gt;But part of me is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And everything in me&lt;br /&gt;Wants to be the one&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could &lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me when I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;You won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;So love me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me when I'm gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110144807945272830?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110144807945272830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110144807945272830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110144807945272830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110144807945272830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-im-gone.html' title='When I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110122075681299611</id><published>2004-11-23T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T02:56:07.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>Ahora me doy cuenta que no se cómo escribir el plural de Quiz... bue fue, el diccionarote está demasiado lejos &lt;strong&gt;:S&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway... les dejo estos &lt;strong&gt;*inserte forma plural correcta de la palabra Quiz aquí*&lt;/strong&gt; porque los hice y me gustaron los resultados. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AnimeTeen/1063314347_ssJpgQWild.jpg" border="0" alt="Wild"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Anime Personality is Wild!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AnimeTeen/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20Anime%20Personality%20do%20you%20have%3F%20(for%20girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of Anime Personality do you have? (for girls)&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1039891981_Apurple.JPG" border="0" alt="purplehair"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your anime hair color is purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20anime%20hair%20color%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your anime hair color?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110122075681299611?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110122075681299611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110122075681299611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110122075681299611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110122075681299611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110098275137251034</id><published>2004-11-20T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T18:39:29.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what??!?!</title><content type='html'>Bue... no salí! qué raro no??? bue fue! otro fin de semana será! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambiando de tema, agregué una sección y cambié algunas fotitos (me aburro rápido... también estoy pensando en cambiar el fondo y todo... quizás esta vez arme uno de Fushigi Yuugi o una mezcla de cosas no se, veré...). La sección es *Dibujos* y es un link a una página en la que puse varios dibujos míos. Está copada porque se pueden dejar comentarios y cosas, asique si quieren comentar algo you are more than welcome to do it... El link lo puse en donde están mis otros blogs porque no se me eocurrió otra sección... bah! iría en Links (no? en serio???) pero para ponerlo ahí tendría que hacerle un banner o algo así, sino quedaría para el orto je! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, me voy diciendo "Cartoon Network es el canal más mierda que existe! No lo miren! Hagamosles n piquete! Quemémole todo loco!!"---&gt;ehh, perdón me fui un poquito... es que me sacaron Inuyasha!!!!!!!! &lt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/KAGOME,%20INUYASHA,%20KIKIO2.jpg' width=427 height=262  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I Believe In You - Kylie Minogue&lt;/em&gt;---&gt;el nuevo tema de Kylie!!! es medio chongo pero el video está lindo! ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110098275137251034?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110098275137251034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110098275137251034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110098275137251034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110098275137251034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/guess-what.html' title='Guess what??!?!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110082432667179949</id><published>2004-11-18T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:32:06.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>F@ck!</title><content type='html'>Esta semana estuvo bastante tranquila por un lado pero por otro fue una mierda (y todavía no termina :S). Para empezar en los finales me está llendo peor de lo que esperaba... o sea, aprobé todos por ahora, pero con notas super bajas y eso mucho no me gusta... y encima ahora que llega el fin de semana y pensaba salir a bailar sí o sí para divertirme no creo que vayamos a poder... ¡¡Hace mil años que no voy a bailar!! y siempre organizo pero algo pasa y o hacemos otra cosa o directamente me quedo en casa... pensar que antes era taaan fácil. Lo único que tenía que hacer era el jueves llamar a una de mis amigas (a veces eran ellas las que llamaban antes) y listo ya sabíamos dónde ir, por ahi el mismo viernes me levantaba algo temprano (temprano para vacaciones claro... léase 10:30 Z____Z) e íbamos a comprar algo para la noche: una remera o una pollera o maquillaje... me acuerdo que un viernes Mary se había comprado un esmalte re trucho pero que se ponía blanco tipo liquid-paper con la luz negra del boliche... o la vez que nos fuimos de su casa y quedó la planchita enchufada! Se incineró la sábana! Jajajaa! Ahhhh viejos tiempos (qué vieja me siento y sólo tengo 20 :S) pero bueno otro finde en casa. Patético como siempre, mirando tele, abriendo estúpidamente el MSN pensando que va a haber alguien cuando en realidad van a estar todos de fiesta menos yo... sniff sniff V__V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img126.exs.cx/img126/7131/na12.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me voy! Si salen, diviértanse por mí pero háganlo bien sin ponerse en pedo ni nada y eso va para una cierta persona que yo conozco jejejej... no digo nombres a ver si te quemo ;) Byez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! - Usher---&gt;Vero se escribe así Usher? o es Asher? No tengo ganas de buscarlo ahora :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110082432667179949?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110082432667179949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110082432667179949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110082432667179949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110082432667179949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/fck.html' title='F@ck!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110056089192916288</id><published>2004-11-15T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:48:34.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend</title><content type='html'>Today I almost let you get me again... today your darkness almost traped me again... somehow, I break free now... I break free and I'm no longer the Bride of Darkness. I get to keep my purity, my innocence and my dreams away from your devastating glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img65.exs.cx/img65/2569/legendcrd4b.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To be confortable with uncertaity is to be free to grow and change; is to be able to let your fears dance their way into the fire of your courage; is to accept the real nature of anything that may happen in your world, be it something good or bad"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You've become a Legend&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110056089192916288?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110056089192916288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110056089192916288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110056089192916288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110056089192916288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/legend.html' title='Legend'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110038152559359211</id><published>2004-11-13T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:32:05.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke on the Water</title><content type='html'>Bueno, ayer dí el final de Lengua Inglesa II y me saqué un 5. Ya sé, aprobé, pero igual quería sacarme algo más che... qué bronca! &gt;:0| Igual a la tarde la pasé muy bien porque fui con Mary a comprar cosas y me compré un bolso re lindo y una musculosa que además de estar muy buena me salió bastante barata jeje... pero lo mejor de la tarde fue que lo ví a Esteban! *__* Estaba taaaan lindo.... lástima que se metió en un quilombo, pero en cierta forma era de esperarse que le pasara eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me voy que tengo que grabrle un CD a mi papá (temas de Deep Purple y Led Zeppelin :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejo unos Quizzes que hice :) Cuídense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/Goddess-Of-Fire/1100311605_sHeeroYuy..jpg" border="0" alt="heero"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your perfect Bf is a punk! ^_^ well some may call&lt;br&gt;him emotionless but he has deep feelings for&lt;br&gt;you whether or not he can express them.. he&lt;br&gt;loves you and will decatcate his life just to&lt;br&gt;save you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Goddess-Of-Fire/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Bf%20would%20you%20get%3F%3F%20(Girls%20only%20again!%20~.%5E%20sorry%20boys))%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Bf would you get?&lt;br /&gt;&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MeekaKitty/1067882880_CMyDocumentsz-249.jpg" border="0" alt="CMyDocumentsz-249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ultamate Goddes. You rule over all and everything.&lt;br&gt;In most cases you are peaceful but have a&lt;br&gt;temper wich you use only for defending people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MeekaKitty/quizzes/What%20beutiful%20goddess%20are%20you%3F(with%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What beutiful goddess are you?(with anime 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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/lilsweetchic2000/1099523116_turesoli26.jpg" border="0" alt="No"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a gorgous girl. Probaly every boy would fall&lt;br&gt;for you:) But sometimes your a little spoiled&lt;br&gt;like me(lol) Also you probaly get lots of mail&lt;br&gt;if you know what I mean;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lilsweetchic2000/quizzes/What%20Type%20Of%20Girl%20Are%20You%3F%3F%3F(Amazing%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type Of Girl Are You???(Amazing 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110038152559359211?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110038152559359211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110038152559359211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110038152559359211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110038152559359211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/smoke-on-water.html' title='Smoke on the Water'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-110013907210220288</id><published>2004-11-10T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:11:12.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No se rían eh!</title><content type='html'>Hola gente! Estoy a-te-rro-ri-za-da. Hay arañas por toda la casa (resultado del constante movimiento de muebles por el pintor) y los que me conocen saben como las odio!!! &gt;.&lt; O sea, pero lo mío es muy tonto, porque tampoco puedo matarlas (me dan lástima...) asique paso horas mirandola hasta que si tengo suerte se va lejitos o yo me termino llendo a otro lado. Ya van varias veces que aparece una en el techo de mi pieza y como no se va y mis hnos no se quieren levantar a matarla o sacarla me voy yo a dormir a su pieza (en el piso :S) y encima no los dejo dormir a ellos porque no quiero apagar la luz. Ahora estoy escribiendo esto y estoy constantemente tocándome las piernas porque encima de todo cuando tengo miedo siento cosquillitas por todos lados como si te caminara una araña o algún bicho!!!&lt;em&gt; Ahhhhh!!! (*pega pega*) ahhhh... no, no era nada... me rompí una pierna pero por lo menos no tenía una... jeje &lt;:S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooootro tema! Tengo como 5 short stories que leer para el viernes para el final de Lengua Inglesa y como de costumbre no leí nada de nada (ni me puse a buscarlas, ni idea de dónde estarán). Igual en lo que más estoy pensando ahora es que el viernes me voy a Lomas a comprarme algunas cosas que quiero comprarme como una pollera decente (que no parezca más un cinturón que una pollera), unas sandalias, veré, depende cuánta plata llegue a juntar. Otra cosa que retomé este tiempo es dibujar. Hace ratito hice uno, se lo mostré a Vero y me dijo que lo postee asique bueno lo pongo pero no sean malitos eh! U_U Acá ta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.exs.cx/img102/5859/nananannanas.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno se hizo largo!!! y yo que pensé que no iba a haber mucho para contar je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuídense gente! Suertes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-110013907210220288?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110013907210220288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=110013907210220288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110013907210220288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/110013907210220288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-se-ran-eh.html' title='No se rían eh!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109987999549211076</id><published>2004-11-07T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:13:15.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the way it is</title><content type='html'>I can read your mind &lt;br /&gt;And I know your story &lt;br /&gt;I see what you're going through, yeah &lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill climb &lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling sorry &lt;br /&gt;But I know it will come to you, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you question me &lt;br /&gt;For a simple answer &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, no &lt;br /&gt;But it's plain to see &lt;br /&gt;If you stick together &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find the way, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can win &lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is empty &lt;br /&gt;With no tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;And loneliness starts to call &lt;br /&gt;Baby don't worry &lt;br /&gt;Forget your sorrow &lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's gonna conquer it all... all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most &lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out &lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go &lt;br /&gt;And your heart's left in doubt &lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith &lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith &lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it &lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! Posteo esta canción que a muchos le parecerá media tonta porque unas de las pocas canciones que siempre me puso de buen humor por la letra y por la melodía. No sé ultimamente eligo la música que escucho con más cuidado. Yo siempre estoy escuchando música hasta cuando me voy a bañar, y siempre influye en mi estado de ánimo, y como estoy trantando de estar mejor evito bandas como Alice in Chains o Nirvana que me encanta pero me hacen algo mal, y escucho otras cosas que me gustan también y además me ponen de buen humor, y si a eso le sumo algo rico de comer y que me llame alguna amiga, más unos quizzes y otras boludeces, no sé serán cositas chiquitas pero me hacen bien y me hacen pasar los días de mejor manera. &lt;strong&gt;^____^&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.exs.cx/img92/1656/1070821352_picsschool.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno que les vaya lindo! Take Care &amp; Eat Cake! &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cry Baby - Janis Joplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109987999549211076?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109987999549211076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109987999549211076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109987999549211076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109987999549211076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/thats-way-it-is.html' title='That&apos;s the way it is'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109979046520153171</id><published>2004-11-06T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:47:49.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break!</title><content type='html'>Bueno, como me porté bien y estudié (algo... pero peor es nada! &lt;strong&gt;^__^&lt;/strong&gt;) me regalé un break, asique hice estos quizzes &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; También aproveché y cambié algunas de las imágenes que tengo en la sidebar. Saqué los gifs de Inuyasha y Ryoga y puse uno de Tasuki y Kouja (de Fushigi Yuugi) haciendo el famoso bailecito que hacen cada vez que se encuentran (me matan de la risa... jajajjaj&lt;strong&gt;^__^&lt;/strong&gt;) y además creé una nueva sección: &lt;em&gt;Fanlistings&lt;/em&gt;. Básicamente están los links de las fanlistings a las que me uní. No pongo todas porque son demasiadas y la página se volvería demasiado pesada. Quizás en un futuro haga como Anita que tiene una página aparte para sus fanlistings y le quedó muy, muy buena &lt;em&gt;(saludos! &lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;Bueno eso es todo creo. El lunes por ahí Mary me va a buscar a la facu y eso me puso re contenta (además del hecho de que acabo de comerme dos hamburguesas con queso y papitas... ¿por qué siempre termino hablando de comida? &lt;strong&gt;:I&lt;/strong&gt;) Byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What's%20your%20anime-girl%20steriotype%3F!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your anime-girl steriotype?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1073708208_dwfriendly.jpg" border="0" alt="Cheerful, you're a fantastic company! But you're kinda disorganized...I pitty your mother! You love parties and meet all your friends, tend to be caused loss of memory..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friendly Girl:&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful, you're a fantastic company! But you're&lt;br&gt;kinda disorganized...I pitty your mother!&lt;br&gt;Huhuhu! You love parties and hangin' out with&lt;br&gt;all your friends &lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muy cierto... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;:0)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Amachocko/quizzes/What%20Do%20Guys%20Love%20About%20You%3F%20(with%20pics%20%3A3)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do Guys Love About You? (with pics :3)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Amachocko/1048215523_zyoursmile.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aac0b4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guys just love...your smile!&lt;br /&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, right... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:0(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lilsweetchic2000/quizzes/Who's%20Perfect%20For%20You%3F%3F%3F%20(Cute%20Anime%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who's Perfect For You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img126.exs.cx/img126/6099/1099597219_cturesan25.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   Awwwww look how sweet your guy is gonna be. He's&lt;br&gt;taking you on a walk while it's snowing.&lt;br&gt;Instead he could be at home with his friends&lt;br&gt;drinking hot cocoa. But no he chose to be with&lt;br&gt;you. the only one he's ever gonna love:)&lt;br /&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y dónde está???????? &lt;/em&gt;&gt;:0|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round II - Those Who Hunt Elves Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109979046520153171?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109979046520153171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109979046520153171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109979046520153171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109979046520153171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/break.html' title='A Break!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109975603325599469</id><published>2004-11-06T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T12:47:13.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola! ^_^</title><content type='html'>Hola gente linda que lee este Blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img110.exs.cx/img110/3401/tasuki45.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué semana... entre la facu, mis amigas, mi familia y otras cosas fue la semana más lenta de la historia. Pero ya está, terminó. Hoy es sábado y no creo que salgamos (qué raro... &gt;_&gt;) pero se entienden las razones. Tengo ganas de ir al cine, hace mucho que no voy, pero por otro lado tampoco hay películas que me llamen la atención demasiado. Igual mejor si no salgo así estudio para los finales, porque quiero que me vaya bien esta vez, no quiero pasar siempre raspando con la nota. Bueno me tengo que ir a bañar porque hoy voy a comer empanadas (sí! qué rico! las de choclo me ncantan! ^_^ *morfa morfa*) a la casa de mi papá. A la tarde quizás postee unos quizzes que hice y que me gustaron o unas dolls que hace mucho que no hago. Hasta entonces suerte y que les sonría hasta el loro de su vecina gorda! :S Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care &amp; eat cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTA1: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me estoy bajando mis caps. favoritos de Ranma para ponerlos en un CD y verlos cuando mi compu tenga una placa de video decente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTA2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Qué título trucho que puse no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;A mi hermano gritando "dale nena apurate!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109975603325599469?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109975603325599469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109975603325599469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109975603325599469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109975603325599469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/hola.html' title='Hola! ^_^'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109952351449924379</id><published>2004-11-03T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:11:54.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustos!</title><content type='html'>Hace poco una amiga mía me dijo, cuando le mostré una foto de un actor que me gusta: "Naty vos tenés el gusto más raro que haya visto" Me dejó helada, porque nunca me había puesto a pensar en por qué me gustan los que me gustan. Igual, a ella los que le gustan para mí son un asco (¿alguien me puede decir que tiene de lindo D'Alessandro?) pero bue para que vean algo de lo que me gusta les posteo unas fotos. Ustedes me dirán después qué opinan ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.exs.cx/img4/5406/cassidytree.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;David Cassidy - &lt;/em&gt;Es un actor y cantante de los 70 que ahora está muuy distinto pero en ese entonces era muy bonito ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.exs.cx/img48/5980/Layne015.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Layne Staley &lt;/em&gt;- Sí, ya sé. Está bien muertito ya pero era lindo asique por qué no recordarlo? Cómo a Kurt Cobain!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.exs.cx/img19/910/Chad003.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chad Michael Murray&lt;/em&gt; - Este fue el único en el concordamos con mi amiga. Es que... ¿a qué mujer no le gusta este bombón? Actuó en Gilmore Girls y ahora en One Tree Hill que creo que ya no lo pasan más U_U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.exs.cx/img49/5299/Jareth014.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Bowie &lt;/em&gt;- THE King... Es el más más bonito de todos... y en esa película está pechocho ^_^ Y eso que es el más viejo de todos eh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.exs.cx/img49/1970/interview008.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom Cruise - &lt;/em&gt;Bueno este no le gusta a mi amiga, pero creo que la del problema es ella esta vez je! En esta película hace de vampiro y se me ocurren cosas que mejor no cuento... jijiji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno esos son algunos... después me gustan otros pero no tanto. No sé, si hay algo de raro pero sobre gustos... Hablando de gustos, el otro día discutíamos con Vero quién es más linda si Beyonce (su ídola por el objeto para sentarse que tiene que en mi opinión es muy feo :S) o Kylie Minogue (one of my idols! ^_^) y por ahora voy ganando... jeje Ah! Vero, ví el video de Destiny's Child, es linda la canción, pero el video no me gustó mucho. Y me parece que la morochita de pelo largo es más bonita que las otras dos, creo que se llama Michelle. También ví el video de Gwen Steffani que la adoro y me encanta, la canción también está buena, tengo que buscar la letra... Bueno me fui de tema, como siempre termino hablando de mujeres &lt;strong&gt;o_0&lt;/strong&gt; Byez! &lt;em&gt;Take Care &amp; Eat Cake!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fukai Mori - Do As Infinity&lt;/em&gt;---&gt;Qué bonita canción y que bien que canta la chica! :)&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/7378032-109952351449924379?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109952351449924379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109952351449924379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109952351449924379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109952351449924379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/gustos.html' title='Gustos!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109944776827078107</id><published>2004-11-02T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:09:28.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I Try</title><content type='html'>A ver, por dónde empiezo? Ya lo superé, no me importa ok? asique basta con eso. Segundo, no me creo mentiras, busco una realidad mejor con la que vivir. El mundo está lleno de realidades sólo depende del punto de vista; decidí tener un punto de vista más alegre y despreocupado (se podría decir que hasta superficial en cierto modo) porque me harté de pensar que el mundo se terminaba cada vez que algo malo pasaba. Me harté de pensar que la del problema era yo, o vos o quien sea. Nadie tiene la culpa de esto, no culpo a nadie. Me da bronca en cierta manera pero es de esperarse; uno siempre tiene bronca cuando las cosas no se dan como uno las espera, pero la culpa no es de nadie en este caso, las cosas pasan como pasan por una razón. Yo sé que debés odiarme pero de verdad no me molesta, creo que ni me importa, porque yo sólo quería el cariño de alguien, no el sufrimiento de otros. Como veo que es imposible separar esas dos cosas me hago a un lado porque mi cariño es muy grande, tan grande que acepto esto, aunque no lo parezca. Y no estoy vacía, tengo muchas cosas hermosas por las que vivir y que me llenan, empezando por el hecho de que estoy orgullosa de como soy y que por fín logré superar años (viene de hace mucho la cosa) de depresión, verdadero vacío, de no saber para qué carajo existía, por fín salí de todo eso y no quisiera caer de nuevo. También encontré amigos que me valoran, me respetan y me quieren; mi familia, aunque mis viejos están divorciados y a veces es un quilombo, es linda y me apoya en las cosas que quiero; tengo una casa, no tengo problemas; sinceramente este último tiempo estaba viendo todo con una visión bastante alterada. Si querés preguntá, yo pasé por cualquier cosa que te imagines, pero me cansé; decidí cambiar mi visión de mi vida por mí y por nadie más. No me tengo lástima y odiaría que alguien me la tuviera; como dije, eso quedó en el pasado. Sé que si lees esto querrás responder. Hacelo, no tengo problemas. Pero no creas que tengo un problema que enfrentar porque de verdad no lo tengo. Todo esto fue sólo mala suerte (para mí, claro :S), nada más ni nada menos. No te deseo mal porque de vos depende que alguien que quiero mucho esté bien asique sólo te deseo surte y que te cuides. Puede ser que todo esto sea una mentira, pero al menos peleo por estar bien con lo poco (o nada bueno) con que salí de esto. Nada más.&lt;em&gt; I may be empty but I'm not the only one... at least I try to fill myself by myself, not through someone else. I try to find my value through myself, my choices, my mistakes, everything; that's called Living. &lt;/em&gt; Anyway I'm sorry for any trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109944776827078107?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109944776827078107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109944776827078107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109944776827078107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109944776827078107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/at-least-i-try.html' title='At Least I Try'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109941528117128973</id><published>2004-11-02T13:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:08:01.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz quiz...</title><content type='html'>Holaz! Aprobé Gramática! Por un momento me asusté porque el profesor quería tomarme algo que no me iban a tomar supuestamente, pero al final aprobé! ^_^ Bue les dejo unos quizzes que hice recién.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Did Your Soul Originate?&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038274288_MyPicsHell.jpg" border="0" alt="Hell"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul came from the Bowels of HELL!  You're a&lt;br&gt;demon preying on the mortals of Earth.  BACK TO&lt;br&gt;HELL WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0_o WTF!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tweak23/quizzes/What%20Romance%20Movie%20Best%20Represents%20Your%20Love%20Life%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tweak23/1059729911_ncessbride.jpg" border="0" alt="The Princess Bride"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your&lt;br&gt;romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming&lt;br&gt;tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,&lt;br&gt;Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do&lt;br&gt;think that love can overcome anything. You may&lt;br&gt;be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in&lt;br&gt;the right place. You've probably got one of&lt;br&gt;those relationships where proper nouns have&lt;br&gt;been replaced with "Snookums" and&lt;br&gt;"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness&lt;br&gt;overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Space Oddity - David Bowie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/6035/bowie.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109941528117128973?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109941528117128973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109941528117128973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109941528117128973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109941528117128973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/quiz-quiz.html' title='Quiz quiz...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109936317032785853</id><published>2004-11-01T23:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:52:56.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Behind--^_^</title><content type='html'>Holas gente! Volví! Hace mucho que no toco la compu por los exámenes y porque además no tuve internet. De todas formas estos días alejada de ciertas cosas me hicieron muy bien; me hicieron verme de una manera muy distinta, a mí y a los que me rodean. Ahora sé que aunque la persona que espero todavía no llegó, sólo estoy sola si así lo creo yo; también sé que aquellos que quieren verme mal no lo consiguen, porque yo, no sé como, siempre, &lt;strong&gt;siempre&lt;/strong&gt; me levanto. &lt;em&gt;Y sí, no me importa sabés? La verdad ahora que lo miro desde este punto en el que me siento feliz por el solo hecho de ser &lt;strong&gt;YO&lt;/strong&gt;, me doy cuenta de que no necesito gente como vos cerca mío; gente que elige revolcarse constantemente en su propio desprecio, y que vive pensando que la vida es una mierda y que estar deprimidos es algo copado. ¿de dónde sacaron eso? ¿por qué no se van a vivir a una casucha solos sin nadie ni nada? Si tanto les gusta estar mal empiezen por perder a toda la gente que de alguna forma logra quererlos. ¡qué egoísta pensar que el sufrimiento de uno es tan grande cuando hay gente peor! ¿tanto se creen como para pensar que el mundo es más mierda por gente tan insignificante como ustedes? háganme un favor, levántense, péguense una ducha, mírense al espejo y cáguense de risa. Es la única forma de vivir bien, es la única forma de que el mundo oscuro en el que vivimos no te agarre y te arrastre a esos estados. Yo estuve en ambos lados, y aunque me sienta super feliz sólo por comerme una hamburguesa con coca y papas (qué habre que tengo... U_U) al menos no ando por la vida pensando que soy una fracasada que todos me odian y que el mundo sería mejor si yo no estuviera. Una vez me llevaron a pensar así y eso es lo único que jamás me voy a perdonar; ni a mi ni a ustedes, porque me hicieron negar lo que verdaderamente valgo y asumir una posición que aunque más sufrida, termina siendo más cómoda; porque sí, reaccionar así ante las cosas que pasan es de cómodos y vagos, no quieren tomar las riendas de su propia situación. Me cansé de su inmadurez. Hasta acá llego con ustedes dos, que les vaya bien. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.exs.cx/img34/6677/12miaka.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicho lo que tenía que decir, agrego que uno puede ser feliz, pero es más difícil que ser infeliz, por eso muchos prefieren vivir quejándose cuando en realidad sus vidas son así porque no tienen ni la fuerza ni el coraje de hacer lo que los hace feliz, desde las cosas más simples hasta las más complejas. Me cansé de vivir en un mundo en el que en lo único que pensaba era "¿qué hago para que me quiera?" o "soy una mierda" o "no valgo nada". Nunca más quiero volver a estar así. En cierta manera agradezco haber pasado por eso porque ahora sé quién soy verdaderamente y lo que valgo. Sólo me gustaría haber podido ayudar un poco más, pero la desición no era mía. &lt;em&gt;Te quedás atrás... I put you in oblivion for good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109936317032785853?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109936317032785853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109936317032785853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109936317032785853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109936317032785853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/leave-behind.html' title='Leave Behind--^_^'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109891474826992049</id><published>2004-10-27T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:06:18.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay que estar Bien! ^_^</title><content type='html'>Y ahora, para animar los ánimos..... tatatta!!!! QUIZZES!!!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CuddlyKitty/quizzes/.%3AWhat%20color%20matches%20your%20personality%3F%3A.%20%5B%20With%20Anime%20Pics!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:What color matches your personality?:. [ With Anime 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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CuddlyKitty/1090157470_sredredred.jpg" border="0" alt="red"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are red! Your hot-headed which means you get&lt;br&gt;mad easily, but you still have a good side. You&lt;br&gt;can't always have it your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;bgsound src=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CuddlyKitty/quizzes/.%3AWhat's%20your%20inner%20self%3F%3A.%20%5BWith%20Anime%20Pics!!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:What's your inner self?:. [With Anime 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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CuddlyKitty/1090879262_ureskind22.jpg" border="0" alt="Kind"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your inner self is your kindness! Your so nice to&lt;br&gt;everyone and such a good friend! Your willing&lt;br&gt;to help anyone and give advice! Be sure that&lt;br&gt;people don't take advantage of you! Congrats!&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/7378032-109891474826992049?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109891474826992049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109891474826992049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109891474826992049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109891474826992049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/hay-que-estar-bien.html' title='Hay que estar Bien! ^_^'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109891234477807388</id><published>2004-10-27T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:25:44.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Heart that Makes you Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Believe me, I didn't choose to be like this. I respect you, I don't hate you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.exs.cx/img31/7585/1089395857_turesswing.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes could become a reality through this sacrifice of you, but can I be so selfish? I have enough to carry in my back. The last tear falls deep into your heart but it doesn't even touch it. It will never be enough for you; it will never satisfy you. Perhaps the sadder, the better; perhaps happiness after all &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; mean falsehood and thousands of lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109891234477807388?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109891234477807388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109891234477807388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109891234477807388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109891234477807388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-heart-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='This is the Heart that Makes you Cry'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109865079096350776</id><published>2004-10-24T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:46:30.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in Suspension</title><content type='html'>You did it, I'm not crazy, and you regret it and ask me to keep silent. I do it because I care for you, but what about me? I have to keep up with this, I have to stand the weight of your weakness. And I'm tired, specially because you are so fake to me, so cruel. I have to stand and deny the many things people believe while you are completely sure that everything will be ok. You're so sure that this stupid bitch will keep silent and won't tell a word, because you know very well that she will never do anything to hurt you. And I'm so stupid, 'cause I don't see the damage I'm doing to myself. You see it an yet you refuse to help, to make things better in my world. And you're so weak that you won't even face this and talk about it. You act as if there was nothing there while I burn inside, doing it all for you. Who cares? As long as you get what you want... You are so fake... and you're a liar too. You say you want me to be happy and that you want to help me but you do it your way and you only cause me more pain. One of these days I'll get tired of you, and I assure you, you'll be &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.exs.cx/img74/2604/coldmskd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie lie lie lie liar you lie&lt;br /&gt;lie lie lie lie lie tell me why&lt;br /&gt;tell me why why d'you have to lie&lt;br /&gt;Should've realised that you&lt;br /&gt;should've told the truth&lt;br /&gt;should've realised you know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in SUSPENSION you're a LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna know know I wanna known why&lt;br /&gt;you never look me in the face&lt;br /&gt;Broke a confidence just to please your ego&lt;br /&gt;should've realised you know what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you go everybody you know&lt;br /&gt;I know everything that you do or say&lt;br /&gt;so when you tell lies I always be in your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's fool and I know all cos I know&lt;br /&gt;what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie &lt;br /&gt;I think you're funny you're funny ha ha&lt;br /&gt;I don't need it don't need your blah blah&lt;br /&gt;should've realised I know what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in SUSPENSION you're a LIAR&lt;br /&gt;you're a LIAR&lt;br /&gt;you're a LIE &lt;br /&gt;LIE LIE LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;Liar - Sex Pistols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109865079096350776?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109865079096350776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109865079096350776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109865079096350776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109865079096350776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-in-suspension.html' title='You&apos;re in Suspension'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109857923476605579</id><published>2004-10-23T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:57:24.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Lies--No, gracias</title><content type='html'>Hoy me tocó hacer algo bastante feo: Tuve que decirle la verdad a una de mis mejores amigas. No suena tan feo, pero fue una cosa sobre su novio, y es feo, porque me puso en una situación muy incómoda. Sé que le hizo mal que se lo dijera pero nunca le mentí ni le oculté nada y no pienso empezar ahora. Me deprimió bastante eso pero ahora estoy un poco mejor ^_^ más porque (aparentemente) sí salimos y la verdad es que me pone contenta por dos razones: lo necesito y lo voy a ver a Diego de nuevo. Creo que desde que fuimos todos a la pileta en febrero que no lo veo y siempre lo quise mucho. Es el chico con el que mejor me llevo aunque a veces me diga que estoy gorda o que soy horrible :S Sé que me jode y que en verdad me quiere porque nunca hizo nada que me lastimara de verdad (salvo una vez que estábamos en el colegio y me dió con una pelota en la cabeza, sin querer, espero...); además siempre se acuerda y me llama o me manda un mail y me escucha y me consuela... es un dulce de leche! Aunque no se lo digo porque el ego ya lo tiene demasiado alto ya jeje :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno los dejo que me voy a preparar para salir! Me voy a poner una remerita que me compré blanca y negra que está para matar! ^_^ Suerte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/8186/IMG04142150948A.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qué lindas! En la cena de Egreso, Caro, yo y Mary!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; Fukai Mori - Do As Infinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109857923476605579?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109857923476605579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109857923476605579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109857923476605579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109857923476605579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/pretty-lies-no-gracias.html' title='Pretty Lies--No, gracias'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109850193714591484</id><published>2004-10-23T01:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:49:13.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y me Aburrí otra vez :S</title><content type='html'>Holas Holas! Estoy muuy aburrida y de repente el sueño que tenía se me fue, asique posteo :S Acá va un quiz que hice sobre Alice In Chains una de mis bandas favoritas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sarcasm-incognito/quizzes/*How%20well%20do%20you%20know%20Alice%20In%20Chains%3F*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*How well do you know Alice In Chains?*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sarcasm-incognito/1054756622_tosLAYNEH1.jpg" border="0" alt="Layne is proud!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Great Job!  I'm impressed.  You truly are an Alice&lt;br&gt;In Chains fan!  *shakes your hand*  Layne is&lt;br&gt;proud!&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;Y acá van unas lindas fotitos que encontré:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.exs.cx/img55/4357/9-1-m-nuri-eavesdrop.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miaka y Nuriko chusmeando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.exs.cx/img55/7906/jjajsj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ranma y Akane...ahhh @_@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.exs.cx/img20/4229/tamahome14.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamahome...sexy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, nada más, salvo que llueve, que me encanta y que en cierta manera mejor que no salí! Igual mañana (u hoy?) es el cumple de Marce, un super amigo que es además el novio de una de mis mejores amigas, asique quizás haya fiesta! ^_^ También hoy vi a Eloy, otro ex-compañero que super-adoro y hablamos de ir a la quinta que Diego (otro ex-compañero y uno de los chicos que más quise) tiene en Canning. Eso me hace pensar que tendría que comprarme una bikini! Weeee copado! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bue gente, ahora sí, me voy a dormir algo! Ah! me olvidaba, mañana empiezo &lt;strong&gt;dieta&lt;/strong&gt;! A ver cuánto dura... jeje :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;El ruido de la lluvia y los truenos... jiji &lt;em&gt;I like it&lt;/em&gt;... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109850193714591484?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109850193714591484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109850193714591484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109850193714591484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109850193714591484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/y-me-aburr-otra-vez-s_23.html' title='Y me Aburrí otra vez :S'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109849325981600395</id><published>2004-10-22T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:00:59.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asuntos Pendientes</title><content type='html'>Dos cosas para decir en este patético viernes a la noche:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;No pude conmigo misma y al final me compré otro tomo más de Fushigi Yuugi, el número 4. Significa no money para el finde ( igual no creo que salga :( ) pero al menos lo tengo! ^_^ Esta es la tapa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img66.exs.cx/img66/6348/fushigi_arg_04.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;Perdón. No sé medir mis palabras. Sólo tengo miedo de que hagas cosas que no quieras, pero tengo que acordarme que a veces lo que yo quiero o pienso que esta bien no es lo mismo que lo que quieren los demás. Creo que en mi miedo de que te pasara algo malo (y que además tengo una imaginación terrible porque yo siempre pienso lo peor) me fui de tema. Sabés que no estoy enojada con vos y espero que vos no estés enojado conmigo. Creo que no hace falta decir ya todo lo que te quiero, todo lo que me importás, y todo lo que significás para mí. Prometo que en el futuro no me voy a meter en esos asuntos. Va a ser mejor para vos y para mí. &lt;em&gt;Vos sabés que intento mucho olvidar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, dicho todo lo que tenía que decir, me voy a escuchar música, a comer algo rico y a pensar las 23543 cosas que preferiría hacer un viernes a la noche, antes que estar en mi cama pensando lo triste que soy y lo mucho que extraño, lo mucho que me gustaría que algún día las cosas cambiaran y fuera yo la que pudiera vivir lo que veo en otros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte! Pásenla bien y pórtense mal! ^_^ Y cuiden mucho lo que tienen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;El ruido del Playstation de mi hermano :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109849325981600395?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109849325981600395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109849325981600395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109849325981600395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109849325981600395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/asuntos-pendientes.html' title='Asuntos Pendientes'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109832558125558525</id><published>2004-10-20T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:30:28.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done!...Again :S</title><content type='html'>Bueno terminé los dos tomos de Fushigi que compré... de leer por segunda vez! :S Supongo que va a pasar bastante tiempo hasta que me compre otro, pero sabiendo lo impulsiva que soy seguro que el viernes a la salida me compro otros... es que me enganchó! no es mi culpa! :(&lt;br /&gt;Además de eso hice unos quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20friend%20are%20you%3F(anime%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of friend are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1079824475_everybodys.jpg" border="0" alt="Knowing everybody is being full of love..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are everybody's friend!!! Yay!!! You like&lt;br&gt;talking to thousand of people...you're friendly&lt;br&gt;and always up to a party!!!&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/YinYangTwins/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Inner%20Anime%20Motto%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Inner Anime Motto?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/YinYangTwins/1000564887_reskenquiz.jpg" border="0" alt="kenquiz"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, tell me...are you sexy?  Well, according to&lt;br&gt;your motto you are!  Ken from "Weiss&lt;br&gt;Kreuz"/"Knight Hunters" would&lt;br&gt;definitley have to agree with you: you're only&lt;br&gt;sexy if you believe you are!&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What's%20your%20anime-girl%20steriotype%3F!/"&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your anime-girl steriotype?!&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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1073706016_edromantic.jpg" border="0" alt="Yes, you love to be around your family, friends and boyfriend...in fact you like so much that you are prepared to die for them...that's over reacting, girl...lovers come and go!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Romantic Girl:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you love to be around your family, friends and&lt;br&gt;boyfriend...in fact you like so much that you&lt;br&gt;are prepared to die for them...that's kinda&lt;br&gt;cute and...freaky, isn't it?! Don't over react&lt;br&gt;life's worth living and lovers come and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;If I Can't Be Yours - Evangelion Soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109832558125558525?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109832558125558525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109832558125558525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109832558125558525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109832558125558525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-doneagain-s.html' title='I&apos;m Done!...Again :S'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109829239215726349</id><published>2004-10-20T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:17:06.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas para hacer en vez de estudiar :S</title><content type='html'>Todos los que me conocen saben lo fanática que soy de Labyrinth, y anoche no había nada en la tele, y me sentía muuuy mal (además de que no tenía ganas de estudiar), asique me puse a ver películas que yo tengo grabadas. La que elegí que hace meses no veo por la facu fue Labyrinth y nunca me aburre! Bueno sé que  varias personas que leen este blog la conocen al menos por haberla oído de mi boca, asique me gustaría saber si la conocen, qué opinan de ella, pero ojo con lo que dicen porque sino me gusta los persigo y les pego con un palo! (ayy q miedo que doy... :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bue otra cosa que estuve haciendo ultimamente (como no quiero estudiar) es hacer Dolls en la página que aparece en mis links, asique decidí postear algunas que me gustaron bastante, o que tienen ropa que me gustaría tener o que me gustaría animarme a usar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno los dejo suerte y que les vaya bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.exs.cx/img99/2462/na13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/5575/na6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/8944/na3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/2452/na4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando&lt;/strong&gt;: "Don't Mind Lay-Lay Boy" - Ranma ½&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109829239215726349?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109829239215726349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109829239215726349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109829239215726349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109829239215726349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/cosas-para-hacer-en-vez-de-estudiar-s.html' title='Cosas para hacer en vez de estudiar :S'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109821410726157005</id><published>2004-10-19T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:00:56.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fushigi Yuugi!</title><content type='html'>Bueno, les cuento que al final en el parcial me fue para la mona, pero supongo que me lo merezco, como todas las notas malas que estoy teniendo ultimamente :S Hoy me saqué un 5 en gramática! por suerte tengo el recuperatorio... pero lo gracioso es que sí había estudiado para esa, pero bue... La buena noticia es que hoy a la salida de la facu fui a Camelot y me compré dos tomos de Fushigi Yuugi (el 2 y el 3, el 1 ya lo tenía) porque tengo ganas de volver a leer mangas como lo hacía cuando estaba en el colegio... esta facultad del o... :( Pensar que me iba poner a ahorrar monedita por monedita, y hoy mi papá me regaló $10 de la nada! me re salvó iba a tener que esperar mucho para juntar aunque sea para uno! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno los dejo que tengo que ir a la panadería de mi mamá a ayudarla un rato. Les dejo fotos de los chicos de Fushigi y algunas otras fotos lindas que encontré de la serie! Suerte! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.exs.cx/img99/6928/tamahome.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.exs.cx/img2/2346/Tama02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.exs.cx/img2/5019/Fushigi.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;Bleed for Me - Alice in Chains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109821410726157005?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109821410726157005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109821410726157005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109821410726157005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109821410726157005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/fushigi-yuugi.html' title='Fushigi Yuugi!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109795571403512417</id><published>2004-10-16T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:55:54.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adivinen qué??? :P</title><content type='html'>Sí, señores! MÁS quizzes!!! Es que no quiero estudiar, ya hice de todo, hasta lavé ropa :S:S pero bue ahora a las 5 me pongo, lo juro... jeje :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ancient-secret/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20boyfriend%20would%20you%20have%3F(with%20pics%20and%20obviously%20for%20girls%5E%5E)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of boyfriend would you have?(with pics and obviously for girls^^)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/ancient-secret/1094667558_s00-caring.jpg" border="0" alt="You are the most important person in his life. He would do anything to see you smile. Actually, he would be the PERFECT boyfriend. Always getting lost in your eyes, always treating you "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the most important person in his life. He&lt;br&gt;would do anything to see you smile. Actually,&lt;br&gt;he would be the PERFECT boyfriend. Always&lt;br&gt;getting lost in your eyes, always treating you&lt;br&gt;like a princes and always saying a joke to make&lt;br&gt;you laugh your head off while he smiles at your&lt;br&gt;hysteric laughter. Yup, he is the person you&lt;br&gt;were destined to fall in love with.&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/violetone/quizzes/Which%2080's%20Song%20Fits%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which 80's Song Fits You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/violetone/1061446895_weetdreams.jpg" border="0" alt="Sweet Dreams"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Sweet Dreams" (by Eurythmics)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousbosch/quizzes/What%20Nirvana%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Nirvana song are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousbosch/1036235130_sMeesadumb.jpg" border="0" alt="You are 'Dumb'"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not like them&lt;br /&gt;But I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone&lt;br /&gt;But I have a light&lt;br /&gt;The day is done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having fun&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y estos dos te los recomiendo a vos Lu porque sé (y quién no lo sabe? :P) que sos super-archi-recontra fanático de Garbage :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/duckienikki/quizzes/Which%20Garbage%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Garbage Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033642247_squizcrush.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are #1 Crush. You love to love and be loved in&lt;br&gt;return. You're very romantic. Be careful not to&lt;br&gt;turn love into an o b s e s s i o n.&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GarbageKitty/quizzes/What%20Garbage%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Garbage song are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033710555_wickedways.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Wicked Ways.  You know you've done some bad&lt;br&gt;things in the past (or things that may not be&lt;br&gt;looked at as PC), but you can accept it...in&lt;br&gt;fact, you'd rather live the way you always do&lt;br&gt;and not care what people think.  &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;strong&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sarah - David Bowie (Labyrinth Soundtrack)&lt;/em&gt;--&gt;A propósito de eso, tengo ganas de ahorrar y comprame otro porque el que tengo ta medio hecho bolsa ya de tanto que lo escucho, asique voy a ver si lo consigo, lo que va a costar porque el primero ya fue de muuucha suerte que lo conseguí, además... QUIERO EL CD DE DURAN DURAN!!! BUAHHHHHHH!!! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109795571403512417?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109795571403512417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109795571403512417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109795571403512417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109795571403512417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/adivinen-qu-p.html' title='Adivinen qué??? :P'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109793920886156927</id><published>2004-10-16T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T12:06:48.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezfiada!!! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hola Gentes! &lt;/strong&gt;Otro sábado! Me encantan los sábados! Bah, no &lt;strong&gt;este&lt;/strong&gt; tipo de sábados, sino los sábados en los que duermo hasta las 3 de la tarde porque fui a bailar y a las 5 o 6 ya llegan mis amigas... pero esos sábados quedaron en la prehistoria, antes de empezar la facultad y antes de que mis amigas se pusieran de novia :S. &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;img src="http://img41.exs.cx/img41/2678/eva03.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;   ^_^ Fiesta, Fiesta!! ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es un sábado realmente patético: Estoy lo más crotamente arreglada que se pueda estar, despeinada, refriada, con tos y sin ganas de estudiar nada de nada, pero imaginándome ya el domingo a las 8 de la noche mas o menos como una loca tratando de que entren 20 cosas a la vez en mi cabeza :S Y bue qué se le va a hacer. Si me jodo y desapruebo (que es muy probable a estas alturas) será mi culpa, que no justifica nada pero buen algo es algo no? (&lt;em&gt;eh, no, la verdad que no nena andá a estudiar!---&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mi conciencia hablando) Bueno me voy! Byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchando: &lt;/strong&gt;El CD de música celta que me grabó Veru :) Muahh graciaz!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109793920886156927?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109793920886156927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109793920886156927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109793920886156927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109793920886156927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/dezfiada.html' title='Dezfiada!!! :('/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109786581999127668</id><published>2004-10-15T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:43:39.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>OK, sí ya sé, no son suuuper divertidos y la mayoría son cualquiera, pero tienen lindas fotitos y son entretenidos, además no tengo ganas de estudiar fonética (los apuntes y el caset están arriba de mi escritorio y me dicen "Naaatyyy..." :S:S) asique me puse a hacer esto. Cualquier cosa antes de tocar un libro... pero tengo que ponerme sino no llego... fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BlackRoseEnchantress/1093373609_pingkurama.jpg" border="0" alt="CwindowsDESKTOPpicssleepingkurama.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don't have any hidden feelings...you let&lt;br&gt;everyone know what your feeling and you don't&lt;br&gt;hide anything...good for you..we need more&lt;br&gt;people like you in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BlackRoseEnchantress/quizzes/What's%20your%20hidden%20emotion%3F....(with%20cool%20anime%20pic's...sorry%20only%20for%20girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your hidden emotion?....(with cool anime pic's)&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;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1073807199_entosahead.jpg" border="0" alt="You're ahead kissing..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well...let's say you're kinda...uh...AHEAD kissing!&lt;br&gt;You're looking for adventures, the WILD ones!!!&lt;br&gt;You like your kiss to be more than&lt;br&gt;complete...OMG!!! Hope you can find someone who&lt;br&gt;can handle your fire. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What%20anime%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What anime kiss 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109786581999127668?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109786581999127668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109786581999127668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109786581999127668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109786581999127668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-quizzes.html' title='More Quizzes!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109779528918765426</id><published>2004-10-14T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:08:09.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Let It Out</title><content type='html'>OK... What is all this?? Some kind if sick joke?? I try to be calm about it, I try to understand, but you people just won't give me a fucking break!! I'm not happy! I hate it! I hate the fact that it all turned out his way! And I don't give a fuck about you being happier than you've ever been, because I'm tired of caring about you. And you, in answer, stab me in the back, pretending to love me... I'm not crazy, I'm not blind and I'm not imagining anything. I wish I didn't have to see you anymore, so I could forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the mind does shout for rest&lt;br /&gt;When the body's shaking, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sadness in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Still your leaves I'm raking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord is this a test&lt;br /&gt;Was it fun creating, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;My god's a little sick&lt;br /&gt;And he wants me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who&lt;br /&gt;Are you&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to live through me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;em&gt;Alice in Chains - A Little Better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109779528918765426?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109779528918765426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109779528918765426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109779528918765426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109779528918765426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/go-let-it-out.html' title='Go Let It Out'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109771994393839552</id><published>2004-10-13T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:12:23.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/superbean/1078640069_nGirlColor.jpg" border="0" alt="anime chick"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a human shadow.  If a loved one needs you,&lt;br&gt;you are always right at his or her heels! Your&lt;br&gt;deep social connection with human beings&lt;br&gt;produces your qualities of genuine caring and&lt;br&gt;charisma.  However, at times you are naive to&lt;br&gt;the true nature of your loved ones.  Remember&lt;br&gt;that humans' gift of free will does not always&lt;br&gt;lead them in wise directions.  But your essence&lt;br&gt;of love and friendship represent the other&lt;br&gt;precious gifts of humanity. Overall you are a&lt;br&gt;strikingly valuable and innocent being who has&lt;br&gt;a lot to give.(please rate my quiz cuz it took&lt;br&gt;me for freaking ever to create)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/superbean/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Shadow%20Are%20You%3F%20(with%20gorgeous%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Shadow Are You? (with gorgeous 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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MargeLoves/1059189327_epecheMode.jpg" border="0" alt="DepecheMode.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're just looking for love.  You're very&lt;br&gt;emotional, and a lot of sad teenagers are going&lt;br&gt;to turn to you when they feel like shit.&lt;br&gt;You're also into BDSM, you devil, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MargeLoves/quizzes/What%20band%20from%20the%2080s%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What band from the 80s 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;NOTE: WTF is BDSM???? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057725487_CMyDocumentsred.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aeec24)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the color red.  You are the most&lt;br&gt;controversial of all the colors.  You are often&lt;br&gt;easily angered, but as easily as you got&lt;br&gt;excited, you come down.  When angered, do you&lt;br&gt;have the tendency to be malicious?  Afterwards,&lt;br&gt;do you end up begging for forgiveness?  Maybe.&lt;br&gt;But you're incredibly generous, and, odd&lt;br&gt;enough, needy.  You love to hate, and&lt;br&gt;sometimes, you hate to love.  This color&lt;br&gt;describes you as generally edgy.  When in a bad&lt;br&gt;situation, you're pessimistic, and when you're&lt;br&gt;in a good situation, you're extremely&lt;br&gt;optimistic.  You're painfully tempermental, and&lt;br&gt;sometimes it hurts the ones you love.  But with&lt;br&gt;an exciting and stimulating attitude, you enjoy&lt;br&gt;talking to people and being social.  But aside&lt;br&gt;from your bold and outgoing attitude, you're&lt;br&gt;attention-needing and attention-getting.  This&lt;br&gt;color is associated with lust and desire--and&lt;br&gt;you are both lust and desirous.  You're a&lt;br&gt;protective person when it comes to the people&lt;br&gt;you love.  You're incredibly sharp-witted and&lt;br&gt;powerful (not to mention intelligent!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp; accurate--with 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;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/goofy30/1058211568_Ajareth4quiz.jpg" border="0" alt="yes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow. You know the labyrinth as well as Jareth&lt;br&gt;does..and he created it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/goofy30/quizzes/How%20Much%20Do%20You%20Know%20About%20The%20Movie%20Labyrinth%3F%20(With%20pictures)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Much Do You Know About The Movie Labyrinth? (With pictures)&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/7378032-109771994393839552?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109771994393839552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109771994393839552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109771994393839552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109771994393839552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz Time!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109770257744435490</id><published>2004-10-13T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:22:57.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Template!</title><content type='html'>Nuevo Template!!!! Sii!!!! Ya me estaba aburriendo del anterior; yo sigo pensando que debe haber algo muy mal en mí, siempre me aburro rápido de las cosas :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me costó mucho pero finalmente quedó CASI como quería. No me gusta el título, lo iba a poner con una foto y todo pero esto ya superó los límites de mi paciencia asique decidí largarlo así. El único problema es que mi computadora es tan basura que no puedo verlo, no se por qué pero no aparece :( asique si alguno lo ve cuentenme qué les parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, aprovecho además para disculparme por los dos posts anteriores a este (bah, al anterior a este :S por Axl no me disculpo! :)), porque sé que algunas personas se sintieron tocadas y esa no fue mi intención. Para la próxima sugiero no darme tanta bola, así hacemos del mundo un lugar mejor.... cuak :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buen nos vemos y a todos besos en los codos y suertezzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109770257744435490?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109770257744435490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109770257744435490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109770257744435490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109770257744435490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/nuevo-template.html' title='Nuevo Template!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109759654462562623</id><published>2004-10-12T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:55:44.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not how you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Like you've been right&lt;br /&gt;You've been living a trade-off&lt;br /&gt;Believe your own version&lt;br /&gt;Believe your enslavery and drain out your soul&lt;br /&gt;What can I do when there's so many liars&lt;br /&gt;That crawl through your veins&lt;br /&gt;Like millions of spiders&lt;br /&gt;That seek out their victims&lt;br /&gt;And ruin the wiser?&lt;br /&gt;Watch out&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny this&lt;br /&gt;I've been taught just to kill and fight this&lt;br /&gt;To bury it deeper where nobody can find it&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it away&lt;br /&gt;Like they're not gonna fuck you&lt;br /&gt;How long can you bear him&lt;br /&gt;To come back and haunt you&lt;br /&gt;To burn past your feelings&lt;br /&gt;And cause you to suffer&lt;br /&gt;You're starting to bleed&lt;br /&gt;They don't give you up&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late&lt;br /&gt;What will you offer&lt;br /&gt;In way of a healing&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused, abused, misused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img56.exs.cx/img56/8679/Axl042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, if it opens your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is better than a strong compromise&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to be lost in the shuffle&lt;br /&gt;If only you had let me know&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, if it opens your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is better than the last compromise&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to be lost in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;If only you had let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they wont give in&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know what they're after&lt;br /&gt;A kick in the face&lt;br /&gt;Like its all that would matter&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny this&lt;br /&gt;I've been taught just to murder and fight this&lt;br /&gt;To bury it deeper where no one can find it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz nobody wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, well its on with the show&lt;br /&gt;Like the tide down on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;The waves already set in motion&lt;br /&gt;The only one in the game that's lost is you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;em&gt;Oh My God! - Guns N' Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109759654462562623?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109759654462562623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109759654462562623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109759654462562623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109759654462562623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my God!'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109753582302878716</id><published>2004-10-11T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:03:43.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can Anybody Know?</title><content type='html'>Si hay algo de la gente que no me gusta, pero que lamentablemente veo constantemente, es que muchos, como no quieren encargarse de solucionar sus propios problemas se encargan de los de los demás, pero no para ayudar, sino para manejar, para sentirse útiles. Me molesta; me molesta que ciertas personas se piensen que entienden lo que me pasa cuando sólo yo lo sé, porque yo lo vivo. Me molesta que den consejos tan al aire, más sin tener derecho ni bastante conocimiento de como son las cosas. Sonará infantil, pero jamás toleré que gente que no me conoce me diga qué hacer. Simplemente no confío en que una persona que no me conoce pueda siquiera sugerir algo que vaya a hacerme bien. No me gusta que me digan qué hacer, cómo hacerlo, cuándo; no me gusta que me digan qué sentir, principalmente. De todas formas no importa, porque nisiquera escucho. Con los años aprendí que mucha gente habla por hablar y es peligroso escucharlos, asique, como por arte de magia, cierro los oidos y no oigo, porque, repito, no me nteresa la opinión de gente que habla por hablar. Quizás malinterprete a algunos y pido disculpas, pero soy de voluntad demasiado fuerte, impulsiva y terca, hasta que no me golpeo no aprendo, y francamente no sé si quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had my face dragged in , Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it&lt;br /&gt;So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, The only one around here who is me, Is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they respect me, Which means, Their judgement is crazy&lt;br /&gt;I've had my face dragged in, Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it&lt;br /&gt;So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, When they are they, And only I am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wants to befriend me, Which means, He can't possibly know me&lt;br /&gt;The voices of the real, And the imagined cry, The future is passing you by, The future is passing you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel, Everybody look, See pain, And walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you&lt;br /&gt;Even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you&lt;br /&gt;Even I, Sick and depraved, A traveller to the grave&lt;br /&gt;I would never be you, I would never be you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel - Morrissey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109753582302878716?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109753582302878716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109753582302878716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109753582302878716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109753582302878716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-can-anybody-know.html' title='How Can Anybody Know?'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109719539083937142</id><published>2004-10-07T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:29:50.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Odio</title><content type='html'>¿Te dije alguna vez lo mucho que te odio? Sí, te odio. Te odio porque desde que me acuerdo me hacés la vida imposible; los días interminables... Te odio porque sino fuera por tu existencia yo estaría bien. Te odio porque me arrancaste el alma y la hiciste mierda una y otra vez aunque yo te pedía que pararas. Te odio por todo el dolor que me causas, por las enormes ganas de matarme que me das. Te odio por las pastillas que me tome la otra noche; te odio por cada cigarrillo que me haces fumar de los nervios; te odio por las últimas dos veces que me regalé por tu culpa; te odio por las marcas que tengo escondidas; te odio por todas las lágrimas que me hiciste llorar; te odio porque me hacés odiar la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no desaparecés? Aunque mejor sería que yo desapareciera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109719539083937142?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109719539083937142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109719539083937142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109719539083937142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109719539083937142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/te-odio.html' title='Te Odio'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109708111702000780</id><published>2004-10-06T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:45:17.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Inside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loneliness it shadows me, quiker than darkness&lt;br /&gt;Close to the surface of my skin, there’s a place surrounded by it&lt;br /&gt;Black is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by empty souls, unefficient courage youth&lt;br /&gt;Built because slow once was mine&lt;br /&gt;I walk this maze alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and hate shadow me, hate it fills me up&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing makes me feel, missing better half of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes you feel alone even when surrounded by people who you know are always there for you? It's hard. It is really hard to fight against this feeling of rejection, of loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.exs.cx/img75/8400/layne212.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't; I won't be caught again. Falling into depression is much easier than fighting against my demons even if it's for just one second of happiness, but I've got to forget about the comfortness of feeling abandoned, forgotten, denided and left behind. If I don't try for myself, who then will do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109708111702000780?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109708111702000780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109708111702000780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109708111702000780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109708111702000780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/am-i-inside.html' title='Am I Inside?'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109692110056921583</id><published>2004-10-04T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:23:23.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serial Experimental Lain</title><content type='html'>Recomendada para los que les gustan las series maduras y complicadas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.exs.cx/img72/8122/Lain7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Serial Experiments Lain es una serie animada que cuenta la historia de una adolescente de 14 años, Lain Iwakura, quien empieza a recibir emails de una compañera de clases que se ha suicidado y que después de su muerte es capaz  de comunicarse con sus compañeras de colegio via e-mail. Llena de suspenso , Lain es un thriller, en el mejor estilo Matrix, compuesto por trece episodios que hacen que  el televidente pierda la noción de lo que es real y de lo que es parte de la imaginación de los personajes  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7378032-109692110056921583?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109692110056921583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109692110056921583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109692110056921583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109692110056921583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/serial-experimental-lain.html' title='Serial Experimental Lain'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109691856593985892</id><published>2004-10-04T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:36:05.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Been a long road to follow&lt;br /&gt;Been there and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Without saying goodbye to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Are the memories I hold still valid?&lt;br /&gt;Or have the tears deluded them?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The rain will cease to follow&lt;br /&gt;And the mist will fade into one more today&lt;br /&gt;Something somewhere out there keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Am I going home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.exs.cx/img47/7202/CrystalBallCentered1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?&lt;br /&gt;Zero gravity what's it like?&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet&lt;br /&gt;Still the road keeps on telling me to go on&lt;br /&gt;Something is pulling me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the gravity of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109691856593985892?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109691856593985892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109691856593985892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109691856593985892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109691856593985892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109675953483550036</id><published>2004-10-02T20:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:25:34.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You use my Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A kiss can say so much... Don't forget any of the kisses that you give; embrace every kiss you receive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me once and it was magic. A beautiful union of sin and holiness. But a kiss can say so much... your kiss said "yes" and your hands just made it clearer, but your heart said "no" and everything got a new meaning. I understood what I've always meant. I understood the reason of my existence in your thoughts. A reason expected but unwanted. A reason that emptied me to fill someone else's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You use my fire to burn inside someone else and that's not fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109675953483550036?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109675953483550036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109675953483550036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109675953483550036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109675953483550036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-use-my-fire.html' title='You use my Fire'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109675935108676422</id><published>2004-10-02T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:22:31.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I'll be OK</title><content type='html'>Today I'd like to say that I'll be ok, but I really couldn't tell. Yet I don't care. I've got myself and these special persons in my life that cheer me up little by little with simple things, kind words and soft kisses that calm me down and tell me that somehow things will be alright. I trust in life, love and the surprises that these two can bring when they get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/rei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'd like to say that I'll be ok and I will say it because it's the only thing I can do, because I try to believe it and because there's just no other way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109675935108676422?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109675935108676422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109675935108676422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109675935108676422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109675935108676422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-believe-ill-be-ok.html' title='I believe I&apos;ll be OK'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109648832410797992</id><published>2004-09-29T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:15:37.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>We Aren't Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you close your eyes, I'm sure you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;the moment your life awakened&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A song of blessing&lt;br /&gt;echoed through the world,&lt;br /&gt;gently leading&lt;br /&gt;to the brilliant light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here&lt;br /&gt;to convey the miracle&lt;br /&gt;that everyone forgot as time went by.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/IMG04142150948A.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't angels, so&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the pain of living,&lt;br /&gt;when we look our own weakness in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;we begin to realize the meaning of gentleness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't fake the smile you give to others. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;letting your tears flow is also courage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't angels, but&lt;br /&gt;we can spread the wings called courage,&lt;br /&gt;and embrace each other with a definite warmth,&lt;br /&gt;instead of with the sorrow engraved on our hearts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109648832410797992?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109648832410797992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109648832410797992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109648832410797992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109648832410797992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-arent-angels.html' title='We Aren&apos;t Angels'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109648770121165763</id><published>2004-09-29T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:55:01.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>I can't, I don't want to... I want to go back to that day and live it over and over again... but I know it was just one time, and probably out of pity... should I thank or should I hate? I don't care, it won't happen again for sure. It cannot happen again. Look at me now: faking, always faking; coldness, false pride and rejection towards everybody and everything; if they only knew what really lies in my mind... if they could hear my thoughts... they'd hate me as much as I hate them and yet love them and need them... why can't things be simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/asukamamam.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109648770121165763?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109648770121165763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109648770121165763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109648770121165763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109648770121165763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109633666804438365</id><published>2004-09-27T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:57:48.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>We need to talk</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I found this on a blog while looking around and I found it quite interesting. I hope the guy who wrote this doesn't mind... :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversation with my inner depression/doubt/anxiety:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's you. How unimpressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to talk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored already. Are we done yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been responsible for much of the pain in my life for some time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure. Blame me. The fact that you're fat, stupid, ugly, and unlovable has absolutely NOTHING to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me talk. Throughout my life, I've sought validation from other people because I couldn't find it in myself. You're responsible for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fat. You're stupid. You're ugly. You're lazy. You have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do have friends, actually. I'm blogging to them right now. Therefore, you're wrong, and probably about everything. And that brings me to why I'm here. I'm letting you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh'yeah right. How many times have you said THAT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean it. I don't know if I'll ever be happy. But as long as you're around, I won't be. I'm leaving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember high school? College? Everyone around you is always hooking up and breaking up and you are left alone. You know it is you, right? It can't be anybody else. The rest of the world is not at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I brought it on myself. The feelings of inadequacy, the lack of confidence, and need for external validation. That's over now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say that. You love the safety of defeat and the comfort of self-pity. Without me, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm me, and I'm better. Anyway, I've said what I wanted. Good-bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Don't leave. Without you, I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing. You'll be nothing. Good-bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there in the background. In the base of your spine. The moment you've achieved that happiness you seek, I will leap out and ruin it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if I let you. Which I won't. Good-bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Please don't leave me here...alone...in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The door closes. The End)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109633666804438365?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109633666804438365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109633666804438365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109633666804438365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109633666804438365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-need-to-talk.html' title='We need to talk'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109623567500920128</id><published>2004-09-26T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:54:35.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your essence breath</title><content type='html'>"We are who we are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it runs in your blood, it will be hard to give up to it. If it's part of your essence then it'll be hard to change it. We are who we are, even if the way we are seems quite out of place, if we find joy in that personality then it can't be that bad. Sometimes I feel that I should be more quiet or less wild and impulssive, but I know that that's how I am and it'd be really hard to change it if I wanted to. I know I'd feel bored and opressed if I tried to be more like some girls that I know, because I wouldn't be being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's depression and low self-esteem what forms your character, if you feel proud of who you are and you wouldn't trade positions with anybody, then it can't be that bad. And you'll see that if you try to give up to it, you'll realise that you're not being faithful to yourself; you'd be lying to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/shinji_chair.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instead of questioning the way you are all the time, embrace your good qualities and try to make up for all your faults"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I feel. I have learnt to accept myself the way I am, and I know that I may come and go, improve or get worse, but my essence, this contradictory crazy and dreamy girl will always remain; she will always live in the very essence of my soul and heart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109623567500920128?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109623567500920128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109623567500920128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109623567500920128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109623567500920128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/let-your-essence-breath.html' title='Let your essence breath'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109605682176372980</id><published>2004-09-24T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:27:46.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quizes Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes, people! 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&lt;a href="http://powersugoi.net/quiz/evachild.php" target="_top"&gt;Which Evangelion Child Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109598732823739750?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109598732823739750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109598732823739750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109598732823739750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109598732823739750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-asuka.html' title='I&apos;m Asuka!!! :)'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109598667287070868</id><published>2004-09-23T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:49:30.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am guilty of commiting a crime against myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to kill it; it was strangling me. I couldn't breath, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/asukamamam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got too tired of living for it. I now live for myslef only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"However, I should warn you, that out of this action nothing good can come. For there is no greater crime and with worse consequences than that commited to your own essense"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109598667287070868?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109598667287070868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109598667287070868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109598667287070868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109598667287070868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-crime.html' title='My Crime'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109589871178126370</id><published>2004-09-22T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:46:55.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care of Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://plaza.harmonix.ne.jp/~onizuka/literal/EVA26.txt"&gt;The Beast that shouted "I" at the heart of the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why am I forced to this? Not again... "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, once more, whether you like it or not..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que poner las cosas en su lugar. Pienso en &lt;strong&gt;mí&lt;/strong&gt;, sólo en &lt;strong&gt;mí&lt;/strong&gt;. Bueno, quizás también un poco en los demás pero &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt; voy a salir beneficiada realmente. Quisiera que no fuera así, pero esta es la parte de mi realidad que no puedo cambiar, asique mejor la acepto y le saco el mayor provecho posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo por mí&lt;/strong&gt;. Si nadie se preocupa por mi sufrimiento entonces yo me voy a dedicar a hacerme bien, y para eso hay que ajustar ciertas cosas que no estan funcionando. Y sólo por mi, porque me lo merezco. Sí, me quiero, me acepto, me respeto y me lo merezco. Me merezco que las cosas me salgan bien y me merezco ser feliz. Siempre creí que los demás me odiaban y me tenían lástima por muchas cosas que me tocaron pasar. Ahora sé que en realidad &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt; me odiaba y &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt; me tenía lástima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/shinji1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Se terminó acá esto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No more submission to pathetic illusions that gave me nothing but heartaches and emptiness of soul... No more exhaustive searching and exhausting waiting..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well said. I love you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109589871178126370?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109589871178126370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109589871178126370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109589871178126370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109589871178126370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/take-care-of-yourself.html' title='Take Care of Yourself'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109578740035525464</id><published>2004-09-21T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:33:04.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Arte de Tomar Desiciones</title><content type='html'>Vivimos tomando desiciones, es inevitable. Y eso es porque existen infinitas oportunidades, y no siempre podemos tenerlas todas, por eso hay que decidir. Pero al decidir siempre perdemos algo, algo que otra de las opciones podría habernos dado, y como no podemos tener ese algo más lo que ya elegimos, entonces ese algo parece aún más deseable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/Image060b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tema es ver de qué cosas realmente podemos prescindir, sin qué cosas no podríamos vivir. Al elegir algo siempre vamos a tener que descartar otras cosas que también queríamos, y por eso es tan difícil elegir, y por eso tanta gente lo evita, porque quieren tenerlo todo, pero de eso se trata: ganamos por un lado pero siempre nos van a quitar del otro. Sabiendo eso, hay que tomar la desición que nos complete lo más posible, y cada vez que añoremos lo que no elegimos, recordarnos por qué elegimos lo que sí elegimos desde un principio... ¿pero y si aún así no estamos contentos? entonces es probable que hayamos elegido mal. No, no es imposible, uno puede pensar que está eligiendo lo mejor y darse cuenta después de un tiempo que se equivocó. Bueno, no pasa nada. Sí, trae sus consecuencias equivocarse al tomar una desición, pero es algo que pasa siempre. Lo importante es volver al punto en que se abrieron todos los distintos caminos y pobrar otro, esperando que esta vez el que escojamos sí sea el que nos llene lo mejor posible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109578740035525464?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109578740035525464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109578740035525464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109578740035525464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109578740035525464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/el-arte-de-tomar-desiciones_21.html' title='El Arte de Tomar Desiciones'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109570642392094610</id><published>2004-09-20T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:13:58.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl&lt;br /&gt;In her early years she had to learn&lt;br /&gt;How to grow up living in a war that she called home&lt;br /&gt;Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me to see the pain across my mother’s face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my father’s fist would put her in her place&lt;br /&gt;Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would be over soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why I carry all this guilt&lt;br /&gt;When it’s you that helped me put up all these walls I’ve built&lt;br /&gt;Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door&lt;br /&gt;The echo of a broken child screaming please no more&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, don’t you understand the damage you have done&lt;br /&gt;To you it’s just a memory, but for me it still lives on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember how you kept me so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Strength is my mother for all the love she gave&lt;br /&gt;Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;I’m ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/serenity_beauty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain remains, but I choose to let all those memories go, because they cause me fear. Yes, the things that put me down are still there, and there are even more things waiting for me somewhere in a dark corner of this world, but right now, in this second of my tormented life, I want to be ok and I am ok, and that's all that matters. You still don't want me, I still don't know what I'm going to do about my life, I still fear many things, but life passes me by and I'm wasting it. Depresion continues, but at least I know is going to stop in some moment. Somehow I know I'm ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109570642392094610?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109570642392094610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109570642392094610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109570642392094610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109570642392094610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-ok.html' title='I&apos;m OK'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109563094716456963</id><published>2004-09-19T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:55:47.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecciones III</title><content type='html'>"What the hell... gotta rest"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Quiero pensar que realmente hay un punto en que las cosas cambian, y que es verdad que a cada uno le toca su turno para ser feliz. Por eso aún  espero, por eso aún sigo viva... ¡¿Por qué?! Juro que intento, intento reconocer que mi vida no es tan mala, y que puedo ser feliz con lo que tengo, pero entonces ciertas personas me sarandean en la cara lo que siempre quise como diciendo "miralo todo lo que quieras que nunca lo vas a tener, porque no lo merecés, no lo valés"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/801782/nirvanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que de verdad no lo valgo? ¿será que aspiro a demasiado por lo poco que soy? ya no me entiendo... ya no me quiero escuchar más. No quiero pensar más porque se me ocurren las peores ideas para salir de todo esto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109563094716456963?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109563094716456963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109563094716456963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109563094716456963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109563094716456963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflecciones-iii.html' title='Reflecciones III'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109556715672721528</id><published>2004-09-19T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T01:12:36.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moon Baby" by Godsmack</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let's take a blast to the moon baby                                              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit around wishing you will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How i'm craving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time i'm near you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always wanna swallow you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right here if you need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life, I'll need you here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask why, i'll never disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it everyday that I feel the pain? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take a trip to the stars far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you when I was down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring into the dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pain is caused by my pleasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my soul mate lives in your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't get you out of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never goes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life, I'll need you here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask why, i'll never disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes you can bid me farewell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever try to understand the situation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it everyday that I feel the pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It always comes when I least expect it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i'm looking for love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seem to be regretting it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it everyday that I feel the pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had nothing to do with this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolerance, tolerance for pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we can't have weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I can't stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had nothing to do with this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we can't have weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolerance for pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I sooo love this song... ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109556715672721528?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109556715672721528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109556715672721528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109556715672721528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109556715672721528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/moon-baby-by-godsmack.html' title='&quot;Moon Baby&quot; by Godsmack'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109546901746024877</id><published>2004-09-17T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:56:57.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecciones II</title><content type='html'>A veces uno se siente demasiado cómodo con una situación. A veces ciertas situaciones no te hacen mal, pero no te hacen necesariamente bien tampoco. A veces siento que hay ciertas cosas que quisiera dejar, pero realmente no quiero. Es que si me quedo sin ese poquito también voy a estar mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En conclusión, todo hace mal?? no hay un punto en el que las cosas se dan bien??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces querer mandar todo a la mierda, pero sabés que si lo mandás a la mierda lo vas a extrañar, y vas a querer que vuelva, entonces cuando la perdes, te das cuenta que esa situación no era tan mala como pensabas... sí, ya sé. Yo estoy aun más confundida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya estoy muy cansada... creo que mejor descanso y dejo que lo que deba pasar pase... total no tengo nada por perder, pero podría ganar mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109546901746024877?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109546901746024877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109546901746024877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109546901746024877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109546901746024877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflecciones-ii.html' title='Reflecciones II'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109520247018154644</id><published>2004-09-14T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:54:30.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecciones</title><content type='html'>Maybe I was right after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pensé que en realidad yo no existo; floto. Me muevo de un lugar a otro buscando algo que me cuide; buscando un lugar al que pertenecer, una razón por la que ser... Looking for a reason to live ends up being a reason to live in itself... Encontrar eso que tanto busco, o sea un motivo por el que justificar mi existencia, trmina justificando mi existencia. Y es triste, porque siempre quise suponer que habría más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorrí un camino muy largo y al final me encontré con un espejo, que me revela sola y con aún más camino por andar, pero que en realidad es algo duro e impenetrable que no me deja pasar... podría romperlo para pasar para el otro lado, pero y si me lastimo? y si lo que hay del otro lado es peor? y si no hay nada???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hace uno cuando llega a esos puntos en los que hay que decidir? pensar... aunque duela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109520247018154644?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109520247018154644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109520247018154644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109520247018154644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109520247018154644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflecciones.html' title='Reflecciones'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109511814565879120</id><published>2004-09-13T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:48:15.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you planning to do with me?</title><content type='html'>Why do you hate me like that, when all I've ever done is loving you; given you everything I have and everything I do not have, only for you to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you playing with me? Is there a secret awful plan burning in your mind and filling your thoughts? A plan to destroy me; a plan to bring me down... even lower than I already am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to you? I'll leave if you want me to... just ask for it and I'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109511814565879120?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109511814565879120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109511814565879120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109511814565879120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109511814565879120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-are-you-planning-to-do-with-me.html' title='What are you planning to do with me?'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109469639120170562</id><published>2004-09-08T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:19:51.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias pero no gracias</title><content type='html'>Hace tiempo que veo que mi forma de ser es lo que me mata.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, lo sé. soy un desastre; una total contradicción. Pero aún así me gusta ser así. Me hace única, diferente. No me doy lástima a mi misma porque yo elegí este camino. Dí y aún doy todo... de eso no puedo dudar y jamás me voy a arrepentir de nada que haga. Es que doy todo, aun cuando no reciba nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109469639120170562?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109469639120170562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109469639120170562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109469639120170562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109469639120170562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/gracias-pero-no-gracias.html' title='Gracias pero no gracias'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109459241336032862</id><published>2004-09-07T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:26:53.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Out Of Time</title><content type='html'>Sleep will not come to this tired body now&lt;br /&gt;Peace will not come to this lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I'll live without&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know that I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonite&lt;br /&gt;I steal a kiss from your sleeping shadow moves&lt;br /&gt;cause I'll always miss you wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;and I'll always need you more than you could ever need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes a someone is so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything to keep you here tonite&lt;br /&gt;and i'd say anything to make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be anything to keep you here tonite&lt;br /&gt;'cause i want you to stay with me&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd come to me like an angel out of time&lt;br /&gt;as I play the part of a saint on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I'll live without&lt;br /&gt;butIi want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer my desire&lt;br /&gt;suffer my desire&lt;br /&gt;suffer my desire for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109459241336032862?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109459241336032862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109459241336032862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109459241336032862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109459241336032862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/angel-out-of-time.html' title='An Angel Out Of Time'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109459204839100276</id><published>2004-09-07T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:20:48.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things...</title><content type='html'>I see it. Oh, yes, I do. There's no use running; it'll get you. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this will do its effect, just like it did on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother, darling... some things just can't be hidden so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109459204839100276?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109459204839100276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109459204839100276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109459204839100276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109459204839100276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-things.html' title='Some things...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109441362747949703</id><published>2004-09-05T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:47:07.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick of You</title><content type='html'>On my hands and knees again&lt;br /&gt;Begging for disease again&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I want, do what I can&lt;br /&gt;To make it to this promised land&lt;br /&gt;Your baby does gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Only what you want her to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a warning&lt;br /&gt;Whores of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what I want, I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I want, I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sick of love and I'm sick of death&lt;br /&gt;Sick of life and I'm sick of this&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more love for you and you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on my hands and knees&lt;br /&gt;Free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a warning&lt;br /&gt;Whores of Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sick of love...&lt;br /&gt;Sick of love and I'm sick of death&lt;br /&gt;Sick of life and I'm sick of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109441362747949703?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109441362747949703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109441362747949703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109441362747949703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109441362747949703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-sick-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m Sick of You'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109434501967075875</id><published>2004-09-04T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T21:43:39.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let´s Save Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose eyes am I behind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't recognize anything that I see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose skin is this design?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want this to be the way that you see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand anything anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this web that I'm tired of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is taking me right up these walls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I climb up to get to your story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's anything but ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when the world is on its knees with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when I come to the rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get nothing but left behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody seems to be getting what they need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's mine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause you're what I need so badly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm anything but ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you save me from this world of mine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I get myself arrested with this expectation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one, look what you've done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is not some kind of joke, you're just a kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You weren't ready for what you did, no . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm trying to save the world for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been saving me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could just stay in and save each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109434501967075875?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109434501967075875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109434501967075875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109434501967075875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109434501967075875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/lets-save-each-other.html' title='Let´s Save Each Other'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109426275974343295</id><published>2004-09-03T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:52:39.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you still</title><content type='html'>Te juro que estoy tratando... hago lo más que puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hice para que me trates así? ¿tanto te repulsa verme? ¿tanto me odias? Por favor, no quiero descubrir que estás jugando nomás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdón, se que desde hace un tiempo ya vengo molestando demasiado. &lt;em&gt;Someday I'll leave, I promise. Just give me some time to find the courage...&lt;/em&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/7378032-109426275974343295?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109426275974343295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109426275974343295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109426275974343295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109426275974343295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-you-still.html' title='I love you still'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109407889626397741</id><published>2004-09-01T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:48:16.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this question of something new, something good for &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, but I still want that other thing too much, too much to feel good with anything else. I don't know what to do... I don't really feel like it, so I guess I'll say no... I've got nothing to lose already so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It will all depend on my mood at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109407889626397741?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109407889626397741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109407889626397741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109407889626397741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109407889626397741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109381124630003965</id><published>2004-08-29T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T17:27:26.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions in my Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why, why, why?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to (actually, I need it) but I can't... I can't do it on my own, I need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but I couldn't. I don't know... maybe I should try harder... or maybe I shouldn't try at all; maybe this time, my chance is really going to come... what if this is the one? why not? after all, it's got to be sometime... it just has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up to expectations and looking for a reason to live ends up being a reason to live in itself... In the end, it all returns to nothing. In the end they all return to someone; in the end you return to your desitions and indesitions; in the end, I return to &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109381124630003965?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109381124630003965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109381124630003965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109381124630003965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109381124630003965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/resolutions-in-my-sleep_109381124630003965.html' title='Resolutions in my Sleep'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378032.post-109349108121282857</id><published>2004-08-26T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:34:39.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya se, pero no voy a parar...</title><content type='html'>Si, ya se. Perdoname. Soy terrible, no puedo parar. Es que nunca me gusto tanto algo... nunca me senti asi... tengo que parar lo se, pero ya no puedo. ¿No entendes que me meti de lleno? ¿no ves que ya no hay vuelta atras para mi? ¿No ves que yo lo necesito mas que cualquiera? si, lo ves. ¿Te importa? No. Y si; te culpo. No sos el unico que puede jugar a destapar el lado feo que tenemos. Todavia no me propuse arruinarte la vida, pero no me lo pidas. No sabes todo lo que hay en mi mente; no tenes ni idea de la fuerza que tengo, de lo resistente que soy. &lt;em&gt;Once again, I choose to hate... deep inside I hate you as much as I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdon, me lo mostrás pero prefiero pensar que no es definitivo; que aun puede crecer. Y si, quizas sea inservible todo lo que haga, y quizas sea infantil mi forma de ser, pero no puedo parar. Así soy. Y así me voy a morir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que pienses que no veo las cosas porque si la veo, es solo que &lt;strong&gt;no me importa. &lt;/strong&gt;No pienses que hay algo que puedas hacer para detener esto porque no hay nada. Dejemos todo asi. Yo se que vos vas a estar bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378032-109349108121282857?l=silly-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109349108121282857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378032&amp;postID=109349108121282857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109349108121282857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378032/posts/default/109349108121282857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silly-thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/ya-se-pero-no-voy-parar.html' title='Ya se, pero no voy a parar...'/><author><name>Naty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00669627595064940283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img25.exs.cx/img25/5030/escaflowne01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
