<?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-1628442687500833035</id><updated>2011-11-19T13:01:34.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-3514122457229048680</id><published>2008-02-09T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:36:15.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weonera</title><content type='html'>"Mas botao que el blog de la michi"&lt;br /&gt;Debio ser quizas el titulo de esta entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi weonera es mas fuerte&lt;br /&gt;asi que escribire sobre ella.&lt;br /&gt;A veces la cantidad de medios de comunicacion me alteran. Me volvi una persona que si no habla en persona, habla x msn. El celular lo tengo para llamar a mis viejos  y tariamos. No se xq pero me dan ataqs de nervios sin razon alguna cuando me llama alguien q no conozco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi celular vive en silencio con vibrador o apagado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que estoy loca. LLamar x telefono es algo que simplemente me complica o no va conmigo. Creo que tengo solo el don de la palabra escrita(y con osho mil faltas de ortografía) mas que el de la palabra hablada(x telefono o celular).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;87896794, cualkier cosa..... quizas te contesto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-3514122457229048680?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3514122457229048680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=3514122457229048680' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/3514122457229048680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/3514122457229048680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/weonera.html' title='Weonera'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-4566489722804699203</id><published>2007-12-30T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:29:04.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007, mode Off</title><content type='html'>Asi con el 2007:&lt;br /&gt;Enero: meses de alegria, descanso y amor.&lt;br /&gt;Febrero: mas descanso y amor&lt;br /&gt;Marzo: estudio y desamor&lt;br /&gt;Abril: certamenes, comienzos de depre q me tuvo mal ata como agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sEPTIEMBRE: comia rica, chicha en la U&lt;br /&gt;Octubre: aniversario d la carrera?&lt;br /&gt;Noviembre: cumpleaños infeliz jajaja, pololeo corto... inicios d otro ( la weona fresca x la mierda)&lt;br /&gt;Diciembre: michi en juntas del foro, michi y su ayuda en apostolados, michi toma cola e mono frent al pc y se lo exa, michi arregla sola el pc, michi, miss cola e mono 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saluos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-4566489722804699203?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4566489722804699203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=4566489722804699203' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4566489722804699203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4566489722804699203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-mode-off.html' title='2007, mode Off'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-4411284745983523956</id><published>2007-12-04T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:53:38.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abriendo caminos</title><content type='html'>Hoy despues de un agotador pero feliz fin de semana, me dediqué a pensar en lo que e vivido estas ultimas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;Es increible lo madura que puedo llegar a ser. Cometo errores gigantes, saco la cara, los enfrento, busco una solución, me arriensgo, me la juego, me salen bien las cosas, soi feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor, nuevamente tema en este blog, es tan extraño. Se presenta de la manera mas inesperada, con las personas que menos te imaginas. Simplemente se dá. No se puede controlar, sientes eso tan fuerte en tu corazon, que tienes solo dos opciones:&lt;br /&gt;1. te la juegas&lt;br /&gt;2. te escondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo opté por jugármela. Semanas difíciles y desicivas. Me siento feliz y enamorada, y tengo el presentimiento de que esta vez si me va a durar. Por lo general, cuando literalmente nos kagan en el amor, sentimos que tenemos 18mil razones para dejar de creer que existe... hasta que aparece esa persona que te mueve el corazón y te deja como aweonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te enamoras&lt;br /&gt;y te sientes tan feliz que t da lo mismo q t dgan mamón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xq te sientes capaz de amar&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-4411284745983523956?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4411284745983523956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=4411284745983523956' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4411284745983523956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4411284745983523956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/abriendo-caminos.html' title='Abriendo caminos'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-5127891460954919231</id><published>2007-11-02T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:55:08.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiós "Dieci"...</title><content type='html'>Chuata!, como pasan los años. Aun recuerdo cuando tenia como 4 años y mi viejo me regalo un libro de clases para que io "dibujara" y lo tenia lleno de rayas con un lapiz pasta azul, o el primer cuento que invente que me lo escribio el y io le hice el dibujo con los lapices escripto =)&lt;br /&gt;o cuando estaba en prekinder y la tia me pregunto donde vivia y io no sabia y me puse a llorar, o cuando en kinder me saque las rechucha en el cemento de un pasillo y me pelé las dos rodillas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uff tantas cosas, tantos cambios en mi vida. Pase de una vida solitaria  y triste, sin amistades, a llenarme de eios y de su cariño. Pasé de llorar por todo a  crecer y madurar. A aprender de mis errores, pase de niña a mujer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es mi ultimo dia de 19 años, y wow!, como que me da pena. de aqui a los 25 y eso significa que toi cerca de los 30, mas encima el famoso tren que se nos va.. noooo! que mala&lt;br /&gt;ajajajajajajajajaja ( Gonzo vos kaxai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el día de hoy siento qu logré muchas cosas, de las cuales numerare algunas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Logre tener una buena relacion con mi familia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Logre tener amigos&lt;br /&gt;3. Me enamoré y me des-enamore ( a pesar de lo charcha del proceso).&lt;br /&gt;4. Toi en la U, estudiando la carrera que tanto me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tengo grandes responsabilidades con CB y con el apostolado.&lt;br /&gt;y asi&lt;br /&gt;muchas cosas mas que me tienen feliz&lt;br /&gt;espero&lt;br /&gt;seguir logrando cosas a futuro, quiero ser la "profe de ingles" no la "Vieja de ingles" hay una grand diferencia en eso, y no tiene nada que ver con la edad, quiero marcar la diferencia, quiero que se note lo salesiana que soi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y asi&lt;br /&gt;seguir trabajando por la vida&lt;br /&gt;por las personas que tanto amo&lt;br /&gt;y amaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adios dieci, bienvenidos veinti"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-5127891460954919231?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5127891460954919231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=5127891460954919231' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/5127891460954919231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/5127891460954919231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/adis-dieci.html' title='Adiós &quot;Dieci&quot;...'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-4532456935232045567</id><published>2007-10-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:48:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portarse mal, sentirse bien</title><content type='html'>Ayayay!&lt;br /&gt;Como son las cosas de la vida... un dia estresada a full y al otro riendote de las tonteras d la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, que significa portarse mal?&lt;br /&gt;Hacer lo contrario a lo que es considerado correcto en nuestra sociedad?, en esta era del PONCEO, es un poco dificil saber que es bueno y que es malo. Por lo mismo no entiendo, me estoy portando bien o mal?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo admitir que la sensación de hacer algo de cierta manera prohibido me encanta!, debe ser  que estoy loca, pero no lo niego, Me encanta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;sigo jugando? me esta gustando esto&lt;br /&gt;asi como jugando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poncear:&lt;/strong&gt; dícese del acto de pinchar con un gran número de washos o washas en una rockola xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-4532456935232045567?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4532456935232045567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=4532456935232045567' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4532456935232045567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4532456935232045567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/portarse-mal-sentirse-bien.html' title='Portarse mal, sentirse bien'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-9127275901020008421</id><published>2007-10-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T06:56:53.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not right but it's OK</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasó un largo tiempo hasta que volví a acordarme de que tenía blog! Es que con esto de ser estudiante y las distracciones del messenger es normal que se me olviden ciertas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Que puedo contarles.&lt;br /&gt; Ultimamente cuando la gente me pregunta ¿Cómo estas? y yo respondo: Super bien!, me quedan mirando raro y me responden un: aaaaah que bueno, enserio bién?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFF!!! Porque nunca estan conforme con lo que uno les dice?, a veces la gente te saluda y te abraza y te pregunta como estas, y tu le dices: siii aqui mas o menos, y te dicen: que bueeena! y se van... ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay como darles en el gusto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno, pasare a numerar las cosas que me tienen contenta, y de paso, a mis fieles posteadores los desafío a que escriban las cosas positivas que ocurren en su vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo una familia preciosa, que me ama y más encima me hace reir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo buena salud! ( aunq con esto d la Prima-vera, ando un poco pa la corneta, pero son detalles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo la oportunidad de estudiar la carrera que tanto me gusta, y tengo profes muy buenos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo amistades fieles, amigos pa la chacota, amigos para hablar cosas serias, amigos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me siento cerca de Diosito.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo un perro que es chistoso.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no me falta nada material básico para vivir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo comida rica pa comer =) yamyamayam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo la Oportunida de compartir con los niños del apostolado y entregarles un poquito de mi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo ganas de ser feliz nomas ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya mis washis y washos, se me cuidan x montones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;y nos encontramos en el mismo blog, cuando me acuerde nuevamente de que existe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-9127275901020008421?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9127275901020008421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=9127275901020008421' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/9127275901020008421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/9127275901020008421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-right-but-its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s not right but it&apos;s OK'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-236032176679770267</id><published>2007-08-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:29:11.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dígame Licenciada</title><content type='html'>Hace como 8 años que no escribía en el blog, asi que hare un pequeño resumen para contar que me a pasado ultimamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Entre a clases despues de unas pequeñas vacaciones de invierno... demasiado cortas, en este momento ia quero vacaciones denuevo, pero eso es lo que quiere todo estudiante desde marzo xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Empecé a hacer el curso de manejo, me fue bakám! jajajajaja di el examen, lo aprobé y en este momento soy una Licenciada, asi que diganme licenciada xD&lt;br /&gt;ajajajajajaaj&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;que mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Toy estable dentro de mi gravedad ¬¬ jajajajaja no tengo problemas de gravedad, no me caigo ni nada ;)&lt;br /&gt;jajaja na que er, noo osea&lt;br /&gt;toi bien, no puedo quejarme, esperando las oportunidades de la vida para solucionar cosas y cerrar etapas&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;que maas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;ya nada más x ahora&lt;br /&gt;xq ando apurá&lt;br /&gt;y no se me ocurre nada&lt;br /&gt;me le voi&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-236032176679770267?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/236032176679770267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=236032176679770267' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/236032176679770267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/236032176679770267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/dgame-licenciada.html' title='Dígame Licenciada'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-7523262801920716593</id><published>2007-07-28T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:33:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming</title><content type='html'>el renacer de las cenizas? muricí quemada?&lt;br /&gt;claramente jugué con fuego pos, me arriesgué y me quemé enterita*&lt;br /&gt;pero bueno&lt;br /&gt;asi nomas es la vida&lt;br /&gt;dicen que así se crece no?&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, tu q no ves mi blog pero que tamos pasando por lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;tenemos que escribir un libro de como sobrevivir a esto&lt;br /&gt;si la Carla Ochoa pudo escribir un libro, xq nosotros no?&lt;br /&gt;jajajajajajajajaajjaa&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;ia eso&lt;br /&gt;saludos al mundo&lt;br /&gt;estoy bien, sin recaidas, voy en la fase 3&lt;br /&gt;aps&lt;br /&gt;y si explico las fases??&lt;br /&gt;yaps:&lt;br /&gt;Fase 1: te enteras de la situación, caes lo mas bajo posible, te sientes lo peor del mundo, mas aun, te sientes usado, no quieres nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase 2, "La venganza": según tú quieres que el otro aprenda de su error ignorandolo, xq sabes q no es mala persona, pero mentira, quieres que sienta el dolor que sientes tú y x eso se usa el recurso "La ley del Hielo" o "te hablo como robot o miss chile: si, No, Ok,. a veces; gracias, chao... ese es todo el dialogo que entablan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase 3 o del chino ríos: "No estoy ni ahí" es lo que le dices a todo el mundo, Estoy bien, estoy creciendo y aprendiendo es lo que piensas. Por cualquier material visual, auditivio o de cualquier indole que te recuerde la o el Prospecto te viene el bajón  directo a la fase 1 u 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase 4: felicitaciones, si no tapaste el dolor con otra relacion es porque ya superaste todo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*no me broncee nada, quedé = de blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-7523262801920716593?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7523262801920716593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=7523262801920716593' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7523262801920716593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7523262801920716593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-coming.html' title='I&apos;m coming'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-7372315573579393716</id><published>2007-07-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:09:19.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo con el tiempo...</title><content type='html'>Mi amiga Yessy me mando esto luego de contarme algo que intenté ignorar, pero que sin duda me dolio, a pesar de todo lo que estoy haciendo, y clara% dio en el clavo  ..... eso&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta que si estás al lado de una persona sólo por acompañar tu soledad, irremediablemente acabarás deseando no volver a verla.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que los amigos verdaderos valen mucho más que cualquier cantidad de dinero.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo entiendes que los verdaderos amigos son contados, y que el que no lucha por ellos tarde o temprano se verá rodeado sólo de falsas amistades.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo aprendes que las palabras dichas en un momento de ira pueden seguir lastimando a quien heriste…durante toda su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo aprendes que disculpar cualquiera lo hace, y perdonar es solo de almas grandes.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo comprendes que si has herido a un amigo duramente, muy probablemente la amistad jamás volverá a ser igual.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta que aunque seas feliz con tus amigos, algún día llorarás por aquellos que dejaste ir.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que cada experiencia vivida con cada persona es irrepetible.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta que el que humilla o desprecia a un ser humano tarde o temprano  sufrirá las mismas humillaciones o desprecios multiplicados al cuadrado.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo aprendes a construir todos tus caminos en el hoy, porque el terreno del mañana es demasiado incierto para hacer planes.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo comprendes que apresurar las cosas o forzarlas a que pasen ocasionará que al final no sean como esperabas.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo te das cuenta  de que en realidad lo mejor no era el futuro, si no el momento que estás viviendo justo en este instante.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo verás que aunque seas feliz con los que están a tu lado, añorarás terriblemente a los que ayer estaban contigo y ahora se han marchado.&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo aprenderás que intentar perdonar o pedir perdón, decir que amas, decir que extrañas, decir que necesitas, decir que quieres ser amigo…ante una tumba…ya no tiene ningún sentido…&lt;br /&gt;Pero desafortunadamente…&lt;br /&gt;SÓLO CON EL TIEMPO…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-7372315573579393716?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7372315573579393716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=7372315573579393716' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7372315573579393716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7372315573579393716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/slo-con-el-tiempo.html' title='Sólo con el tiempo...'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-7188282547078311743</id><published>2007-07-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:26:10.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala It's your birthday !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpZhBkia6JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/g6go1MogYbU/s1600-h/CumpleTatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086359508777363602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpZhBkia6JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/g6go1MogYbU/s320/CumpleTatan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatancito( suena chiquitito)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por si no sabías hoy es tu cumpleaños, asi que tenis q puro celebrar ( aunq me contó un pajarito q es identico a ti pero mas mayor) que ya carreteaste y que andas con el achazo :P jajajajaajja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napos, aprovecho este espacio pa dejarte un gran saludo. A través de ti he aprendido muchas cosas, nos hemos reido montones, hemos garabateado como malos de la cabeza y asi nos hemos ido conociendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te acuerdas que cuando entré a Cas te mande un mail x el correo del apostolsalesiano( Pagina wna q aun no la arreglan) y te dije una custion que a ti te impresiono pero a mi me nacio asi de zoracon palpitante ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sep, tu fuiste de esas personas que me acogió con gran cariño, me regalo una sonrisa y un "cómo estas?" super sincero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias x too cauro leso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un manso ni que hug tu llu :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jajajajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ato Michi's Love pa ti = amiguito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te debo el abrazo de Oso ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-7188282547078311743?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7188282547078311743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=7188282547078311743' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7188282547078311743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/7188282547078311743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/lalalala-its-your-birthday.html' title='lalalala It&apos;s your birthday !!!'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpZhBkia6JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/g6go1MogYbU/s72-c/CumpleTatan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-2027240039749268159</id><published>2007-07-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:26:10.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpMIOgBpcUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xUzafcaJIGg/s1600-h/DSC04370-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085417449439457602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpMIOgBpcUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xUzafcaJIGg/s320/DSC04370-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl with the broken smile? that's what I am???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know " you have to be strong".. "time is the best medicine for the soul".. I know but doubts are still on my mind... ufff and they're so many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst of me?? I told you, I don't know how you did it, but the worst of me appeared and that's thank to you ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to believe in you again, I want to be honest with myself, I want to be happy and find Love, I want to find a feeling of success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take off the broken smile of me:::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-2027240039749268159?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2027240039749268159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=2027240039749268159' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2027240039749268159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2027240039749268159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/broken-smile.html' title='Broken Smile'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RpMIOgBpcUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xUzafcaJIGg/s72-c/DSC04370-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-6583312848507339879</id><published>2007-07-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:04:03.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trust the voice within</title><content type='html'>Complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would be easier to forget someone who you thing has been hurting you for a while, but it wasn't as simple as I thought, even if this person still talks to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conversation... the best thing for us???&lt;br /&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;but get ready&lt;br /&gt;cause all my emotions ( including angry and fear) are going to appear this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying for a solution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-6583312848507339879?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6583312848507339879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=6583312848507339879' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6583312848507339879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6583312848507339879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/trust-voice-within.html' title='trust the voice within'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-4889348113925625728</id><published>2007-06-27T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:26:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all I want to thank to the 3 most important friends here: Su-Diego-Tatan, who are always reading and writing advces 4 me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se que onda, pero creo q estoy creciendo (y con eso no me refiero a q depes d tar coja creci), sino que espiritualmente. El fin de semana pasado fue d un extremo a otro, de estar super estresada y no disfrutar nada el sabado, a el domingo en la mañana quedar coja, limitarme un monton, estresarme menos y realmente vivir un CB desd la sociedad de la alegria ( que pusha q &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RoLDPABpcTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/88mF5odh--8/s1600-h/pantashazopalpipin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080837992099705138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RoLDPABpcTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/88mF5odh--8/s320/pantashazopalpipin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lesiamos si hasta me casé*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) ahora apretando con la U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Dios quere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en dos semanitas salgo de cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y a relajarse =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este finde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apostolao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojala que Diosito nus help y salga too well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaaas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto pa q me vean =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;* Casorio: io José Perez me casé con Francesca el domingo, la cabra taba con apuro y le dijo al curita: acekto, demaikel yordan. Luego de eso el Padre Colan nos dio la siguiente bendicion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"io los bindigo en el nombre dil Papi, dil Junior y di la santa paloma blaaaaanca, aaaamen, que la santa sara los acompañe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jajajajaja si pillo el video dejo el link ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-4889348113925625728?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4889348113925625728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=4889348113925625728' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4889348113925625728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4889348113925625728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-if-i.html' title='What if I....'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RoLDPABpcTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/88mF5odh--8/s72-c/pantashazopalpipin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-458622671005706167</id><published>2007-06-21T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:20:16.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a dream</title><content type='html'>A week ago I had a dream. I was near to a friend maing jokes and laughing. suddenly without any reasons he tried to kiss me... and I felt that sweet sensation, that sensation of having a person so close to you... uff&lt;br /&gt;it was nice&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;it was only a dream&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi absolutamente cansada&lt;br /&gt;este finde se viene el CB&lt;br /&gt;y toi ansiosa pero apretando&lt;br /&gt;pa variar no podia venir sin problemillas&lt;br /&gt;(8mil certamenes y evaluaciones retrasadas) que me complican n poco la vida&lt;br /&gt;pero sin complicaciones&lt;br /&gt;q fome seria vivir&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos pal mundo&lt;br /&gt;osea: Su, Diego y Tatan cuando me exa un ojo en el blog&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-458622671005706167?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/458622671005706167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=458622671005706167' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/458622671005706167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/458622671005706167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-dream.html' title='Only a dream'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-7427909970710476513</id><published>2007-06-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:53:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>you took my love for granted, why oh why&lt;br /&gt;the show it's over, say Goodbye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michi, tu estás sólida, sabes lo que tienes que hacer, tienes que seguir asi nomás.." palabras de un amigo que me dan fuerzas para seguir adelante&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;no more tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8mil responsabilidades,  este semestre como nunca estoy "apretando".... 8 mil millones de cosas en mi cabeza, sin tiempo para parar y preguntarme a mi misma si Estoy bien o no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para lo unico que si me queda tiempo, es para Darle gracias a Diosito todos los dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ias&lt;br /&gt;no ando muy reflexiba, las relfexiones q se me vienen contienen un lenguaje inculto informal respecto a cierta persona y mejor me reservo opiniones ;)&lt;br /&gt;aios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-7427909970710476513?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7427909970710476513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-2791126215267170835</id><published>2007-06-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:17:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired enough to...</title><content type='html'>Me toi vlviendo demasiado mañosa o es que esto ia es insostenible?&lt;br /&gt;no me cabe en la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;No te entiendo&lt;br /&gt;como no te das cuenta del daño que hiciste y del daño que me sigues haciendo&lt;br /&gt;que tienes en la cabeza?? piedras??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansio la conversacion que me ayude a cerrar el capitulo de mi vida q mas me ilusionó, que mas me hizo proyectar y que mas me destruyó. Es que no puedo evitar sentir rabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como es posibleeeee&lt;br /&gt;aprende hombre&lt;br /&gt;aprende la leccion alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;que te toq sufrir alguna vez para q aprendas&lt;br /&gt;para que DESPIERTES como tu mismo nos dijiste un dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;predicas y clara% no practicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disculpen, pero el enojo de alguna manera hay q votarlo, io&lt;br /&gt;escribo&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-2791126215267170835?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2791126215267170835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=2791126215267170835' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2791126215267170835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2791126215267170835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired-enough-to.html' title='tired enough to...'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-6162097465869934072</id><published>2007-06-05T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:26:11.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all in this together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RmWif6dUfQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dvb2juPzqmY/s1600-h/1180990744_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072639224454610178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RmWif6dUfQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dvb2juPzqmY/s320/1180990744_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour ago I took the bus and a girl who get in before me pay with five hundred pesos( probably that were the only coins she had at that moment). Well, the bus driver I don't no why but was completely angry and he started jelling to the girl and I was like :O!! what's wrong with you man! uff, probably it is "one of those days" for him! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting blue!!! like the blue sky of a summer day!, well it's a nice color, but actually the meaning of getting blue is not exactly referrin to he color of my skin..  it refers to my mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmnnm I'm doing my best to be Ok, that's for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-6162097465869934072?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6162097465869934072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=6162097465869934072' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6162097465869934072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6162097465869934072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-all-in-this-together.html' title='We&apos;re all in this together'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RmWif6dUfQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dvb2juPzqmY/s72-c/1180990744_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-1582880391316717063</id><published>2007-06-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:42:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You better Stop before...</title><content type='html'>MmmMmm&lt;br /&gt;Is it so difficult 4U to understand that I prefer to stop talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;I've already know that I'm not  necessary in your life anymore, with your actions you show me that, so why are you still talking to me?? why are you still getting into my mind, getting into my life?? I don't need this anymore... I don't want to see things that hurt me and make me start thinking about you... I don't want to need you anymore.. I don't want to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to not see you again, but things are not like that, I can't do it, I won`t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night, I was thinking about how important were for me all the thing we did together... and how much importance you gave it to them.  Probably they didn't have much importance in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that is better to not become your friend.. it's so complicated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-1582880391316717063?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1582880391316717063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=1582880391316717063' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/1582880391316717063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/1582880391316717063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-better-stop-before.html' title='You better Stop before...'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-4382621704232402111</id><published>2007-05-31T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:31:48.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right way</title><content type='html'>Por las reflautassssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;xq cuando uno va de lo mejor empiezan las confusiones?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q lata la cution, inconsciente y la CTM, no me dejai dormir trankila y sacai cutiones mientras toi yumendo!!! aggggggrgrgrgrgrgrg&lt;br /&gt;podria ser materiaa de algun ramo siquiera, onda pa q sea positivo, pero confundirme nopos!&lt;br /&gt;que mala&lt;br /&gt;han cachado que siempre los sueños te "kagan la psiquis"???&lt;br /&gt;si es algo positivo:&lt;br /&gt;Un amor&lt;br /&gt;Un matrimonio&lt;br /&gt;Una casa nueva&lt;br /&gt;Un premio grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno se cuestiona: x la xuxa, ya me va a pasar algo malo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es algo malo:&lt;br /&gt;soñar con insectos o serpientes&lt;br /&gt;soñar con algun pariente que ya falleció&lt;br /&gt;o soñar con desgracias mundiales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno se cuestiona: x la xuxa, ya me va a pasar algo malo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pff!!! jajajaajajajajajjaajja&lt;br /&gt;q lata poss&lt;br /&gt;y pa peor&lt;br /&gt;uno gasta tiempo valioso pensando: uuuu que me ira  a pasar, ese sueño era una señal!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaaaa fin&lt;br /&gt;no pesco mas los sueños mejor ;)&lt;br /&gt;a vivir el present&lt;br /&gt;saluos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-4382621704232402111?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4382621704232402111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=4382621704232402111' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4382621704232402111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/4382621704232402111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-way.html' title='The right way'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-9160919600203165162</id><published>2007-05-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:42:55.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New week, New Life, the same Michi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Every day God send us new challenges, but this is the hardest I've ever had. I have to repair my heart with the most simple and beautiful things of life: Family, friends, clouds and trees. Stop. Breath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A don't want to make the same mistake over and over again. I'm enough clever to shake a leg every morning and start a new day, enjoying every single moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;new challenges, I am ready ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-9160919600203165162?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9160919600203165162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=9160919600203165162' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/9160919600203165162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/9160919600203165162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-week-new-life-same-michi.html' title='New week, New Life, the same Michi'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-2139583521000556689</id><published>2007-05-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:36:47.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hands</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be mad. I don't like this state of pain and fear. I would like to have the possibility to change people's mistakes, but that's not in my hands... that's God's power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I can't deny this anymore, I'm completely angry with you. But, continue thinking about this shit  it's not helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be the bad apple of this story. I'll be Ok, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatan, thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;xD :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-2139583521000556689?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2139583521000556689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=2139583521000556689' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2139583521000556689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2139583521000556689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-hands.html' title='God&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-6964286571598687197</id><published>2007-05-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:26:11.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I know... I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RlILhoC0rRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2nxWh1wap8w/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067125203058076946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RlILhoC0rRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2nxWh1wap8w/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why do people act like this?&lt;br /&gt;Hurting. It doesn't matter what they have to do.. they just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, a young lady, with all the future in God's hands, you're hurting me. I've thought that you were a nice girl, a model of woman; but now I just think that you're like a child who have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It`s incredible! I just couldn't believe it when I knew the truth; It was you!!, you wrote all those horrible things; you tried to create a big problem, and you want me to be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why did I do against you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing I can do it's pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't hate you, I can't hate...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel sorry for U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God Bless You girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-6964286571598687197?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6964286571598687197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=6964286571598687197' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6964286571598687197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6964286571598687197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-should-i-know-i-know.html' title='What should I know... I know'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emUvszoo1ME/RlILhoC0rRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2nxWh1wap8w/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-1357751132230147342</id><published>2007-04-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:04:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sometimes I hide....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to stay at home and sometimes I just want to go out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sometimes I want and need to write in english... y aveces solo quiero hablar en español...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sometimes I need to write what is on my mind in a piece of paper and sometimes I want to be quiet.. to be like a shadow that nobody notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I want to see you, to touch your face and your hands... to feel your face next to mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-1357751132230147342?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1357751132230147342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=1357751132230147342' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/1357751132230147342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/1357751132230147342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-6747800393154724592</id><published>2007-01-20T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:36:22.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the dilema!</title><content type='html'>hoy en español noma xq ando media desanimá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si el año pasado por estas fechas me hubieran ofrecido el mismo viaje que me ofrecen hoy, lo habria tomado sin pensarlo dos veces.. = voy a stgo, casita con los tios, mas encima abuscar un asunto de $.. = piola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero ahora es distinto, no quiero ir pero tngo que!... alejarme de mi querido pueblo x algunos dias..  mmm la verdad no es esa. Lo que me duele es alejarme demasiado de quien tiene mas del 90% de mi corazon con el ... pero aun si hoy.. el dia antes de irme no lo pude ver, escuchar ni nada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; me da lata.. como que ya no quiero ir na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero si no fuera xq necesito $ pa la U!! uuuyyyy xq tene q ser tan fucking importante el dinero.. me empelota esa wea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no me queda otra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que lastima pero Adios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me despido de ti y me voy :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-6747800393154724592?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6747800393154724592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=6747800393154724592' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6747800393154724592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/6747800393154724592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-dilema.html' title='that&apos;s the dilema!'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-2249418751400663528</id><published>2007-01-15T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:36:28.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The closer the better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some strange reason today I feel sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I say strange because I'm a very happy person... the reason of my sadness is  "auscence" of  half part of me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the story continues:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I used to be very happy without having someone to love( that was 2 years ago). But now everything is different. That "choosen one"is completely necessary in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you get scared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; You used to love your independence but now somebody  appears and  takes a place in your heart and mind...(100%)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uff! complex!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  When I was alone before I used to be happy... why when I'm alone now I can't be happy too??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm , a new meaning of happyness appears in your mind? am I wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be happy now is " to share":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but mainly Love ; to share your life and learn about this new important person too(VIP)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know why I'm sad... it's 'cause half part of me is not here near to me, sharing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss U "My Love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-2249418751400663528?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2249418751400663528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=2249418751400663528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2249418751400663528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2249418751400663528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/closer-better.html' title='The closer the better'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628442687500833035.post-2038550826784055331</id><published>2007-01-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:54:34.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably this is not going to be a very original story,a love story about my life, my adventures... just about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a strange thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes you don´t know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or what to say, what to think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when a surprising sensation  starts... all over your body, and fills your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes... yes.. it's what are you thinking  about now... you fall in love !(it could be Peter or John..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That fantastic and magic sensation touched your heart... your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever fall in love with someone? How many times? Was it real love??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, lets think about this complex  phoneme...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do you describe "Love"??mmm easy question?... not for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it just when you want and "need"a physical* contact with your couple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or it is "more than that "( BSB)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my first time.... I think and feel that I fall in love with my "someone"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be with him all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and kiss him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hug him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and listen to him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the most important about this new sensation,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this new feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that I want him to be happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________L0vE-St0rY-bY-Me______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628442687500833035-2038550826784055331?l=love-story-by-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2038550826784055331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628442687500833035&amp;postID=2038550826784055331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2038550826784055331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628442687500833035/posts/default/2038550826784055331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-story-by-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-own-story.html' title='My own story'/><author><name>Michi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04522447385622621141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://sp4.fotologs.net/photo/36/45/87/michellitatop/1177731503_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
