<?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-3900776641471716222</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:14:08.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basics*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-2591663240260096026</id><published>2010-03-05T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:56:34.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time passes*</title><content type='html'>September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes. Even when it seems impossible.. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to basics*&lt;br /&gt;yes. im back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-2591663240260096026?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2591663240260096026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=2591663240260096026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2591663240260096026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2591663240260096026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-passes.html' title='time passes*'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-4246026834593871869</id><published>2009-08-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:49:28.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>womanizer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpSgAhcUfeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UTndyvKbyes/s1600-h/strong..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpSgAhcUfeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UTndyvKbyes/s320/strong..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374096186197442018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digan ustedes. &lt;br /&gt;el hecho de ke yo acepte tu propuesta, significa que im a slut. pero si me niego&lt;br /&gt;im being stupid. well youre soo wrong. ke tu pensabas que yo era mas madura ke las otras dos, y mas open minded. si es verdad. no eres el primero ke me lo dices.ademas no creo ke hubieran reaccionado asi. Thats why im doing this. you can learn how to respect me. because if i dont do this for myself, nobody is gonna do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;And thats the reason que aparte de mi lokera, y el coro. y my open mind. no tengo cola ke me pisen.&lt;br /&gt;Y por mas ke tu trates im not going to fall again. i just dont roll that way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;thas my final answer. deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpSiUGy752I/AAAAAAAAAEg/XEFEaXMJBK8/s1600-h/af9f2bd08d0e07c91611a25fd1eba66e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpSiUGy752I/AAAAAAAAAEg/XEFEaXMJBK8/s320/af9f2bd08d0e07c91611a25fd1eba66e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374098721665181538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-4246026834593871869?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4246026834593871869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=4246026834593871869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4246026834593871869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4246026834593871869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/womanizer.html' title='womanizer~'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpSgAhcUfeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UTndyvKbyes/s72-c/strong..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-2842307789302705149</id><published>2009-08-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:42:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[if everyone cared]  (8)</title><content type='html'>Una nueva etapa de mi vida esta a punto de comenzar- summer´s over. No more school.&lt;br /&gt;este anio fue. diferente&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, esecial perhaps. muchos altibajos. encuentros con nuevas personas. viejos amigos.decepciones.alegrias. no tanta playa como hubiera deseado, pero cloro de piscina si me dieron.Gelany tuvo razon en que that last night no fue lo que se esperaba. it was ok&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mi graduacion. ya soy bachiller. yes. ok.vi gente. me despedi de gente. a alannah quiza no la vea mas hasta que gelany no vuelva. porque ella es asi de sencilla.y si eso es ella ke vive alli, ke seraa de mi epositaa dals. uff. ni hablar.. en si.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi mucho de estos dos meses. Le vi la otra cara de la moneda a mucha gente. Me cai palde vece, pero creo ke supe como levantarme. y espero en Dios que maniana esa haya sido la desicion correcta.Aprendi tambn a no confiar en todo el que me rodea, y que de quienes tu esperas recibir mas, es de donde menos recibes.He tenido mejores anios, pero con menos experiencia. asi ke da igual en un sentido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Fin se acabo, llevandose tambn todo lo ke tenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this happen for a reason. People change so that you can learn how to let go,things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they`re right,you believe lies so you eventually start to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together... &lt;3&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNObSm1NII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bDFcEFQw3Pg/s1600-h/6208_151149025030_512410030_3484418_301247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNObSm1NII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bDFcEFQw3Pg/s320/6208_151149025030_512410030_3484418_301247_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725011141276802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNObNAVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y3m-C4TW_LM/s1600-h/6208_151149065030_512410030_3484424_7314912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNObNAVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y3m-C4TW_LM/s320/6208_151149065030_512410030_3484424_7314912_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725009637621826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNOa6t2rPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kfLWCO2S5TM/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNOa6t2rPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kfLWCO2S5TM/s320/Dibujo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725004728282354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-2842307789302705149?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2842307789302705149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=2842307789302705149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2842307789302705149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2842307789302705149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-everyone-cared-8.html' title='[if everyone cared]  (8)'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SpNObSm1NII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bDFcEFQw3Pg/s72-c/6208_151149025030_512410030_3484418_301247_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-4030849441027419236</id><published>2009-08-03T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:54:11.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letters*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Snfa06jOMqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHrp4vXSjIQ/s1600-h/52159ac5321e19a7644415155242b1dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Snfa06jOMqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHrp4vXSjIQ/s320/52159ac5321e19a7644415155242b1dc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365998083640275618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate to say this.&lt;br /&gt;pero me cai. y me di duro.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when you really think that this time is going to be different,and put all your effort... POw! kapLomm!&lt;br /&gt;its nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my whole lifei feel like the pain is weighing out my pride.&lt;br /&gt;Por que es las personas con buen corazon no se encuentran entre si.&lt;br /&gt;siempre tiene ke se uno bueno con uno malo. no es ke lo seas. porque i know you love me, pero ya para mi lo eres because you just broke my heart.Yo sabia que esto iba a terminar de una u otra manera, pk ya era demasiado para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;Aunque ilusa al fin. yo todavia pensaba y tenia la esperanza que con todo lo que hemos pasado era poco lo que nos faltaba.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i just cant write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tonight the headphones will deliver the words i cannot say..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;letters-stroke nine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me here, dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your letters&lt;br /&gt;You're letting it go, no&lt;br /&gt;Like innocence and feathers&lt;br /&gt;You're putting it down&lt;br /&gt;Sounds slipping into songs&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me here, dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Pray you're making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Stay and listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;To my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you will long&lt;br /&gt;When you wake you will see&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the songs&lt;br /&gt;That make you shake will be by me&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings&lt;br /&gt;We used to appreciate will come rushing back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking about&lt;br /&gt;How you thought you knew me better&lt;br /&gt;You're looking around town&lt;br /&gt;And wondering how I met her&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Pray you're making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Stay and listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;To my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the throngs or feelings&lt;br /&gt;We used to appreciate will come rushing back&lt;br /&gt;When you wake you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me as you leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me believe I have a chance in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I know too well&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're leaving me here dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your letters&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go of your innocence and feathers&lt;br /&gt;Now I find that every sound reminds me of our song&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me here dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;With my wrongs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-4030849441027419236?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4030849441027419236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=4030849441027419236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4030849441027419236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4030849441027419236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters.html' title='letters*'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Snfa06jOMqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aHrp4vXSjIQ/s72-c/52159ac5321e19a7644415155242b1dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-7701787358923504702</id><published>2009-05-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:52:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to realize that things arent really going like you think they are.&lt;br /&gt;I thought is was over that, but then again im not.&lt;br /&gt;and is not doing any good to my relationship right now.and the funny part is that he sees that too.. he thinks it is a nuisance for me, and that is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;And its not true. well. that parta isnt.. the thing is im gettin tired of the same thing, we have discused that before-and he never listen.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. but he was right about lastnight. in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im sitting here doing nothing to fix it. thats what bother me the most.&lt;br /&gt;im doing nothing about it. i think i want that to happen. but im not sure&lt;br /&gt;because i dont know my possibilities for the future.&lt;br /&gt;im scared because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. but i dont wanna deal with this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if youre done. so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[all up to you]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Sgx1u06fUsI/AAAAAAAAADw/O1kUr4B881U/s1600-h/254.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Sgx1u06fUsI/AAAAAAAAADw/O1kUr4B881U/s320/254.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335769105865593538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-7701787358923504702?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7701787358923504702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=7701787358923504702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/7701787358923504702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/7701787358923504702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-passes.html' title=''/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/Sgx1u06fUsI/AAAAAAAAADw/O1kUr4B881U/s72-c/254.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-4697147167836371081</id><published>2009-05-05T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:22:40.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is soO High School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SgDJ5t3KxbI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahdGpwKFwqY/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SgDJ5t3KxbI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahdGpwKFwqY/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332483952207381938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SgDJ5h4xJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Arj4Egwyf1k/s1600-h/htgyntkuhCOPY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SgDJ5h4xJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Arj4Egwyf1k/s320/htgyntkuhCOPY.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332483948992865298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veamos: En el Real de la Academia. Graduando: Persona que recibe o está próxima a recibir un grado académico por la universidad. / Bachiller: Persona que ha recibido el primer grado académico que se otorgaba a los estudiantes de facultad... Y es que para muchos es solo entregar el titulo en su casa y salir de eso (lo que considero mínimo, porque un titulo de importancia y valor es el de la universidad.)… Para otros es una puerta que se le abre hacia la vida de adulto, responsabilidad e independencia. La vida en la universidad depende de ti, ya no tendrás profesores dándote chance *ta bien mijo tráemelo mañana*, allí ni siquiera saben tu nombre, una matricula mas como dicen. Ahora, depende de ti si al salir de allí serás recordado por tu nombre, o más bien por tus logros. El tener un circulo de amigos, un vida social, llegar a los bonches mas duros con fulana de tal, unos tacones imposibles, la pinta mas chic de zara, una carterita en una mano y la omnipresente blackberry en la otra, no es lo que en un mañana te ayudara a tener una vida empresarial de éxito, por que como entenderás que para tener una villa en casa de campo, ser socio del Country Club, y tener el m3 para hangear y la cayene para trabajar, ya no es cosa de que mi papi y mi mami, a partir de aquí empezamos desde cero. Es justo en el momento donde empiezas a agregarle cosas a tu curriculum, y a partir de ahí vas creciendo en el ámbito laboral, que es el que ayudara a la juventud a valerse por si mismo, y ser el futuro de un país que ya esta muy por debajo del suelo, por asi decirlo. This is so High School, es un capitulo de tu vida, el mas importante talvez, donde creces como persona, y el inicio de la edad adulta. Ya es hora de que alguno de nosotros vayamos cerrando ese capitulo y dale chance a la madurez que haga su papel en nosotros…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-4697147167836371081?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4697147167836371081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=4697147167836371081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4697147167836371081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4697147167836371081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-soo-high-school.html' title='This is soO High School!'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SgDJ5t3KxbI/AAAAAAAAADo/ahdGpwKFwqY/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-3206457978408538248</id><published>2009-01-25T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:44:01.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SX0HJY7ISiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YhD-YfBsWjk/s1600-h/loveswear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SX0HJY7ISiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YhD-YfBsWjk/s320/loveswear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295396594748246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.awsome.wonderful.great. you think youre doing great.&lt;br /&gt;plop! and the again youre not.&lt;br /&gt;thats how i feel.when i think im doing great,over the top. puff! someone comes up &lt;br /&gt;and make me realize that i really wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could be what you think i am. soo i could have reasons.soO you wouldnt do this just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive cried myself to sleep over this boy. His rejections had knocked the hell out of me.He sees how weak i am when im around him and still he does it knowing that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe funny things is that no matter what he does, im always back to him. thats what piss me the most. The moment i have him in front of me, is right there where i forget about everything and just wanna be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be mad at myself because of that¿?&lt;br /&gt;i love him.thats for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-3206457978408538248?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3206457978408538248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=3206457978408538248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/3206457978408538248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/3206457978408538248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/good.html' title='i swear i love you.'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SX0HJY7ISiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YhD-YfBsWjk/s72-c/loveswear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-9034296762879440478</id><published>2009-01-21T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:39:14.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE problem is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXdPaUe6SFI/AAAAAAAAACo/9OkByP8s-Vg/s1600-h/kopj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXdPaUe6SFI/AAAAAAAAACo/9OkByP8s-Vg/s320/kopj.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293787200590858322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that no matter how hard i try, i cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want it to be over. everyone is tellin me that im not doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;that we shouldnt be together. and lots of stuff. and theyre really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Trying really hard not to cry over you, because every tear is just one more reminder that i dont know how to let you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life was like a fairytale, instead of these non-stop disasters that never want to end, and im always im the middle of those. It feels like while everyone is out in the sum, im drowning here under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to the ones that always been here for me and keep telling me whats best and i never listen.. listen me now. its not that easy, plop! get over him! .. ok.. boom. im over him.   its not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the toughest things in life is deciding when to give up and when to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-9034296762879440478?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9034296762879440478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=9034296762879440478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/9034296762879440478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/9034296762879440478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-is.html' title='thE problem is..'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXdPaUe6SFI/AAAAAAAAACo/9OkByP8s-Vg/s72-c/kopj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-9107383805534701049</id><published>2008-12-11T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:56:43.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationsss! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiMgN3UcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GLUtMJFn8nA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiMgN3UcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GLUtMJFn8nA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278608205200970178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiM__Wa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Xv6xPZKwT40/s1600-h/LZ9zzE522194-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiM__Wa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Xv6xPZKwT40/s320/LZ9zzE522194-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278608213730028450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiMU5b6tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TMPehtEqP9A/s1600-h/S6302047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiMU5b6tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TMPehtEqP9A/s320/S6302047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278608202162498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiLEpvNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/Cgrp5MagONA/s1600-h/COPYY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiLEpvNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/Cgrp5MagONA/s320/COPYY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278608180621817026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiLlF-jQI/AAAAAAAAABw/rIRzNS7sbY0/s1600-h/Logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiLlF-jQI/AAAAAAAAABw/rIRzNS7sbY0/s320/Logo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278608189330197762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por finnn! toi de vacacionessss! yayy! yupiii! ... yo pensaba ke no se iba a acabar nunca el cole ese.. POor una parte estuvo bien..3 Examene nama,. math,epaniol e ingles.. lo otro trabajos(pero ke trabajoss o.O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. el 30 de nov. por finn! fue el lanzamiento dela promo. depue de tanta lucha y tanto stress. ((InVeXuS 09)). Aunke debo confezarles ke la entrada no se parecio en NADA a los ke habiamos ensayado, los ke tu estuvieron ahi,deberian saber ke todo esoo fue improvisaoo! but i lovedd it! aunke mamy se tuvo al caer pa tra cuando me vio encarama en una ninja! XD. y el baile omg! tanto ke no equivocamo en lo jodio ensayos pork no habia cordinacion y lo hicimo todito igual!&amp;hearts;.Los tshirt depue de tantaa vainaa con lo fuckin combo, se beian bien.XD (creditos a luiggi =] ). Y lo ke ma me guto! XXDD, Nunca pero NUNCa. se habia llenao tanto el patio ke tuvieron ke subi la gente a los balocones de los edificioss! aii lofff it! &lt;br /&gt;tan tan chuleriaa! XD&lt;br /&gt;After that, parkesito de la nuniez(CAFAM tiene ke tener acciones en ese parkesito) y cuanta gente de las promociones anteriores. I had a nicce time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todoo por hoy. me canse de ecribi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-9107383805534701049?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9107383805534701049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=9107383805534701049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/9107383805534701049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/9107383805534701049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacationsss-xd.html' title='Vacationsss! XD'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SUFiMgN3UcI/AAAAAAAAACA/GLUtMJFn8nA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-2784682478598707463</id><published>2008-11-20T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:28:49.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SSYOvuC9DaI/AAAAAAAAABg/oaZtbFN5B5A/s1600-h/Imagen+155copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SSYOvuC9DaI/AAAAAAAAABg/oaZtbFN5B5A/s320/Imagen+155copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916626860805538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludosss...&lt;br /&gt;guenas guenas. long time no see.. me podran disculpar mis lectores, pero como compredenran no tenia pc, se me tava saliendo el alma, pok me desubico si toi sin pc.. anywho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenoo. &lt;br /&gt;credits to dals. &amp;hearts; (tekiero)&lt;br /&gt;ke fue la ke me mando a postear, pok en realidad tengo mas de una semana ke me la devolvieron y no habia postiado y honestamente no estaba en mis planes por ahora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumen del mes de octubree ke me lo pase sin pc.&lt;br /&gt;here i go.&lt;br /&gt;my bday? el 2 de octubre.&lt;br /&gt;niice. me llamaron menos gente ke el anio pasado(el anio pasado me llamaron como ma de 50 gente, sin exagerar!).&lt;br /&gt;Fuimo pà New Age, un bar and loungue muy chulito por cierto. credits to karla, ke armo su coro paya y depuee fue ke me dijo a mi. XD but thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el resto del mes me lo pase lunes y miercoles cojiendo tutoria pa mi SATs( para los incultos es un examen ke te piden las universidades en EEUU pa saber tu nivel academico), y martes jueves y viernes en ensayo pa baile de lanzamiento de promo.&lt;br /&gt;Los weekends con el corre corre de tareas y to lo ke se pegaba en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada fuera de lo comun paso en el mes de oct. not that i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November.&lt;br /&gt;El 1ro. fue mi SATs.. i si. les respondo a los ke me conocen y sabe lo ñoña y lo llorona ke soy. Si! llore como un muchacho cuando me vi entrando al parque del Carol Morgan School ke fue donde tome el examen. the thing is ke yo estaba trankila hasta ke vi la realidad, me dio un atake de nervios, ke damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia sigo en los ensayos hasta la semana ke viene!&lt;br /&gt; y para los ke no lo sabe el 30 de nov. es el field day de mi cole!&lt;br /&gt;asii ke tienen ke ir! jumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i think thats enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-2784682478598707463?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2784682478598707463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=2784682478598707463' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-199319459638560012</id><published>2008-09-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:08:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor.amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SN7m8tVHfRI/AAAAAAAAABY/iz2NNMC_tGE/s1600-h/is+dislove..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SN7m8tVHfRI/AAAAAAAAABY/iz2NNMC_tGE/s320/is+dislove..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250888146195283218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guenas.&lt;br /&gt;hoy me salgo un pokito de mi aburrida pero complicada vida, y les vengo a responder &lt;br /&gt;una pregunta ke me hicieron hace poco.. ahi les va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is.. let see. its a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;love is giving someone the power to break your heart but trusting them not to.&lt;br /&gt;Love is whenn you cant pay attention in class cause youre too busy writing your name &lt;br /&gt;with his last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es cuando sabes ke vas a ver esa persona amada el corazon se acelera, las rodillas se te flojan, te da frio, calor y hasta fiebre del tiro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te enojas con esa persona y kieres reprocharle mil cosas y cuando la tienes &lt;br /&gt;de frente las palabras simplemente no te salen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando  es la primera persona en ke piensas cuando te levantas y la ultima ke te &lt;br /&gt;inmaginas antes de acostarte, y ahi precisamente te das cuenta ke si estas &lt;br /&gt;enamorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando en esas noches en las ke no puedes dormir, seguido te inmaginas ke es por ke &lt;br /&gt;estas en suenios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te vas a marte un poco mas ke de costumbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando esa persona te dice te amo. y el mundo a tu alrededor se friza y deja de &lt;br /&gt;existir y ahi es cuando te das cuenta ke no existe nada mas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve. palabra de cuatro letras,dos vocales,dos consonantes y dos idiotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. creditos a juan arturo por hacerme la pregunta..XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-199319459638560012?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/199319459638560012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=199319459638560012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/199319459638560012'/><link 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type='text'>en resumen.</title><content type='html'>toi sick.&lt;br /&gt;toi harta.&lt;br /&gt;toi cansa.&lt;br /&gt;y toi aburria&lt;br /&gt;de mi promocion.si ladies and gentlemen.como todos saben io toi en un colegio grande. hay 142 personas en 4to. little too much. dont ya think?.y no fue hasta la semana pasada ke por finn! caimos en cuenta de ke tavamo atra de cuca. osea no teniamo na.sin nombre,sin colore, sin logo, SIN NA! bien decidimos ponernos a esto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142 personas, 7 cursos. cada curso tenia ke hacer una proposicion entera con nombre color logo y lema. perfecto, hasta ahi vamo bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despues una votacion en general.en una hoja todas las proposiciones&lt;br /&gt;y votacion individual. explendido. todo el mundo voto muy organizado. &lt;br /&gt;im proud of us/. por ultimo ke estaba supuesta a ser la etapa mas facil. los resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AII MI MADREE! ke desastre.a nadie le gusto los resultados. ai entra Ary y preguta. *kiene fueron los ke votaron, si los ke supuestamente votaron no le gusta nada de lo ke se elejio por el voto popular?* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osea. is there any sense in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro bonito desastre:&lt;br /&gt;ke cual compania vamo a coje pa hacer el combo? .. han ido como 10 y todavia no se deciden. cuando lo mayoria ofrecen lo mismo y casi con el mismo precio.. ma dificil lo pueden pone? . no creo no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho?&lt;br /&gt;he tenido las ultimas semanas super estresadas con el cole. pok como entenderan senioras y seniores aunke sabemos ke el curso mas dificil de high school e primero ( diache!ahi si se coje lucha) cuarto no es solo coro, promocion y joder hasta mas no poder, no ta llevando kien no trajo. profesores. lleveno a die. graxias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por otro lado. weekends comodos. primer coro de la promo depue ke entrramo. parkesito de la nuniez. awsomee!ahi me di cuenta ke eramos una promo ademas de grande unida. yo creo ke primera vez ke hay mucha gente de todos los cursos en un coro. guau. me tomo como media hora saludar a to el mundo. y eso ke tavan to en el mimo sitio. &lt;br /&gt;soOo proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;fui pa santiago pal concierto de aventura. muy awsome por cierto. ahora.observacion.productores.para la gente como yo ke solo le gusta la bachata por aventura, y ke van a verlo cada vez ke viene al pais..si lo van a traer dos veces en menos de un anio aunke sea de la misma gira, varien un poco.fue el mimito concierto ke dieron en abril. fuera de eso ke goza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasando a mi lado melancolico del post.&lt;br /&gt;io tengo un deseo de come mac and cheese. pero no cualkiera mac n cheese. sino lo ke me pase comiendo el verano entero. autora de esos&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Gelany Saldivar Franco/&lt;br /&gt;io no comia mac and cheese hasta ke probe lo de esa seniora. damn can yo spell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imu gelz. vuelve chopa!&lt;br /&gt;ps gely* ia deje de habla sola antes de mimi pok me di cuenta ke ya no duermo con una loka nocturna ke lee, y ke me pase el verano entero interrumpiendo su lectura con etupidese de la mia, or just poking at her.por fin me di cuenta ke shes gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso es todo por hoy.&lt;br /&gt;tenkiu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-8669941547010926219?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8669941547010926219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=8669941547010926219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/8669941547010926219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/8669941547010926219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/en-resumen.html' title='en resumen.'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-7297571597416778140</id><published>2008-08-12T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:30:16.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okk! now im worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; i didnt really realized im a senior since this week, out of three weeks that i have back in shool. Esta semana senioras y seniores no las pasamos hablando de promocion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;colores.nombre.logo.tshirts.opening. entre otros/. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that the week is over, im like. OK! yo tengo viendo las mismas personas practicamente todos los dias de mi vida desde mis 9 anios. Oseaa entramos a ese colegio la gran mayoria juntos en 4to de basica y algunos en 5to. Y no fue hasta cuando la encargada de disciplina nos dijo "disfruten mis hijos, que por mas ke kieran, nunca vuelven a estar todos juntos por mas ke traten de juntarlos a todos" // and shes actually right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya NO mas corredera por el pasillo, molestar a los profesores, se acabaron lo juegos de policia y ladrone( pok si todavia lo jugamos XD).. Ya no mas llamadas al tiguere de la empanada antes de bajar a recreo pa no tene ke hacer fila y no guardaban lo del coro aparte, ya no mas coro abajo de la mata, ya no hay ke oi a miriam repetir ke la camisa es por dentro,ya no hay ke subir corriendo pok el profe es el ultimo ke entra al curso, ya no mas coro entre nosotro el findesemana pa ir el lunes a curano de to lo ke hicimo. ya no me puedo dormi en clase de epaniol.ya no podemo coje la hora de ingles la hora del veraneo y del pasilleo.ya no podemo lleva telefono residenciales al curso y lo profe bolsa ke llegaban lo tripiabamo ke lo llamaban de la oficina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya todo esoo lo vamos a sustituir por universidad, trabajo y vida ocupada.&lt;br /&gt;HOnestly i dont like growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237564517629076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SK-RLdF4pGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I0dUJmF-F5s/s320/mayre,karla+and+me..jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember all the time we had together,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As our lives changes, comes whatever, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will still be Friends Forever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-7297571597416778140?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7297571597416778140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=7297571597416778140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/7297571597416778140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/7297571597416778140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-up.html' title='growing up..'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SK-RLdF4pGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I0dUJmF-F5s/s72-c/mayre,karla+and+me..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-6648528197849854735</id><published>2008-08-12T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:54:17.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SKOiYkolSTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Madf_L1EwxM/s1600-h/Ima+Cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234205734969100594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SKOiYkolSTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Madf_L1EwxM/s320/Ima+Cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now its really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;summers over. and didnt even realize it until gelany was gone, alannah posted about it, and my tons of homework..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;thats right, back to basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;school, homework, stress.&lt;br /&gt;soOo... im a senior now. yay?&lt;br /&gt;i guess. in a way.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanted the summer to be over. imu geliza. conioo!&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anyone to bug while im falling myself to sleep. wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;gelany doesnt read next to me before going to bed anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weeken?&lt;br /&gt;a bomb/. ai loff it.&lt;br /&gt;we hadd funn! friday allys was at my house since like five, made frito con salami, watched the olympic games beiijing 2008( se la comieron eso chino con ese opening! XD) .. then went out.&lt;br /&gt;went to albertos house, and laus and ended up at garys, havent laughed like that in ages. saw many ppl i hadnt see in ages./&lt;br /&gt;saturday. omg saturday. went to a party at lo rio. it wasnt that good, soo we went to la lincoln and stay there for the rest of the night. we were all crazy drunk... &gt;_&lt; then like at 4am. we went to eat. got home like at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day we were suppose to go to metro country club, but it was rainning, did all the diligencias with gelany. buy the things she was gonna take with her. then since we didnt went to metro we decided to go to the banreservas club. once again, since we were too many and it was already 6 oclock, soo we went back to my house and made the last mac and cheese of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234214640252990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SKOqe7ZttBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mdpC5eBEJZY/s320/n590799184_628065_7706.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2008 *07-02-08 - 08-11-08*&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/3900776641471716222-6648528197849854735?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6648528197849854735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=6648528197849854735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/6648528197849854735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/6648528197849854735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SKOiYkolSTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Madf_L1EwxM/s72-c/Ima+Cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-2642134072337405008</id><published>2008-07-24T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:35:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Periodico de Ayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats what he is.. damn it feels great. my life couldnt get any better. im like soOo out of stress right now.. ( will see that in 10 days when school is in).. isnt great when things dont really turn out the way you want to. and you actually feel good bout it.. thats how i feel now. i wasnt expecting this and i feel good bout it, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respuesta a Revision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like you said. its the truth, sorry if youre offended by what i write.. I didnt really got offended of what you wrote, but im pretty sure you are never gonna see me writting if guys go after you or not.por mas observadora ke yo sea. those are none of my issues. but anywho?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday we went to the movies. Alannah Viks Gelany Alberto Nicole and Me. We saw WALL-E yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aii loff it! even tho lo unico ke dijo en la movie entera fue *wall-e* y *eva*. but it was pretty cooL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i laughed a lot. took pictures. woke up Alannah everytime she was falling asleep.and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that taco bell. cause gelany was hungry. not to mention that we ate mac and cheese at my house before going to the movies. none of us ate. but alannah.took more pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;y depue la hora colgate.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;next day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;osea today- gelany and me went over allys for lunch. we had mac and cheese. yes again. tavan ma weno ke lo de anoche. then watched ¨Deffinetly maybe¨. pretty cool. pero ke decepcion con el final. i was expecting something better. i mean like please are you kidding me. but w.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nahh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-2642134072337405008?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2642134072337405008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=2642134072337405008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2642134072337405008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2642134072337405008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/periodico-de-ayer.html' title='Periodico de Ayer.'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-4861609405768783611</id><published>2008-07-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:12:23.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sOo little time..</title><content type='html'>sooOo little time, so much ive done..&lt;br /&gt;Last week i was going to bayahibe with the fam, soOo as you may know. gelany se ta kedando en mi casa for the summer y ella fue tambn. &lt;strong&gt;Thursday-&lt;/strong&gt; Desde temprano we went to the mall pa ve si encontravamo bikinies, we went to every single store you can imagine in sto.dgo. and we still didnt find any. so after spending the whole day in that. we decided to get a temporary tatoo. isnt that cooL?. yea thats what i thought. Pero ke 400 peso ma votao! era una star chikitica on my lower right abdomen and by friday IT WAS GONE! yea gone. y segun ellos duraba do semana..&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salimo de plaza..viktor forgot to turn the lights off, y kaploomm! se descargaron la baterias. claroo nos dimos cuenta de eso despues ke hicimos malabares pa ve ke era, pok le echamo agua, llamamo a to el mundo, hasta mandamo paloma mensajera pake nos rescataran.and then we thought bout the batteries. Pero depue vino un tipo en un civic y no jompeo! yay. thanks chico civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday- &lt;/strong&gt;i woke up mad late, pok we were supposed to be leaving at 12 pok el check in en el hotel era a las 1.. i woke up like at 10 y nos ibamos dike a las 11. y yo sin nisikiera un panty en la maleta. soo eche la mitad del closet y me banie mad quick. and we left- we got there like at 2.30 or so. y como si fuera poco cuando llegamo nama habia una sola gente en el check in. como pa 30 familias.arghh-. but it turned out pretty quick. we went to the pool and stayed there for the afternoon. oon our way back to our room no econtramo uno friends ahi.. theyre mad cool. and funny. soo planeamo and after dinner with the families we chilled out til like almost five in the morning. the rest. history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday-&lt;/strong&gt;  Out of bed like at 8 am. cuz my mom went to bed early the night before she was soo drunk she didnt even had dinner- sOo we were in the pool since like nineam. viktor and alannah came visit us. mad fun that day. and the friends from the night before were there too.i didnt drink that much that night. juss wasnt in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday- &lt;/strong&gt;kinda weird day. we didnt stay in the pool for long cuz we were leaving that day. didnt ate that much either. dpue de tre dia viendo tanta jodia comida junta. got me sick. we left like at 5. llegamo a la casa como a las 7 or so. it was a nice weekend con sus altas y bajas.. met new people. im all kemaita.and this and that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso es todo por hoy.&lt;br /&gt;toodles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Gelany and Nicole you can keep em all. eso es lo ke mas ahi en el mundo. and it bothers you girls soo much. just no salgan conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-4861609405768783611?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4861609405768783611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=4861609405768783611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4861609405768783611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/4861609405768783611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/soo-little-time.html' title='sOo little time..'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-2498919329319088432</id><published>2008-06-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:00:06.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you? or its just me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when theyre right beside you and yet you cant have them..When the moment you cant feel them under your fingertips you miss them?. Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had?. i guess the mos important things are the hardest things to say.they are things you get ashamed of because words dimish them;words shrink things that seemed timeless when they were in your head to no more than living size when theyre are brought out.. Dont be afraid yo tell someone you love them. if you do, they might break your heart, but if you dont, you might break theirs.. Have you ever decided not to become a couple because you were soo afraid of loosing what you already have with that person? Your hearts decides whom it likes and whom it doesnt, you cant tell your heart what to do.it does it on its own. when you least suspect it, or even when you dont want it to.. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was to afraid to let you.?. Too many of us stay closed up because we are too afraid to care too much for fear that the other person doesnt care as much or at all. Have you ever loved someone and they had absolutely no idea whatsoever?. or fell for your bestfriend in the entire world, and then stay around and watched them fall for someone else?. Have you ever denided your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?.. We tell lies when we are afraid, afraid of what we dont know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. but everytime we tell a lie .. the thing we fear grows stronger, Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump... Dont be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have, or could have had.. No ONe waits forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-2498919329319088432?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2498919329319088432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=2498919329319088432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2498919329319088432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/2498919329319088432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-or-its-just-me.html' title='Have you? or its just me.'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900776641471716222.post-122990644628840043</id><published>2008-06-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:03:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcomee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;welcome. should i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yay me. ii finally got my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was thinking of writing a book, cause theres way too much drama in my life. its raining right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that makes me feel more confidence when i write. dont ask. i dont know why.. what should i say bout me. Arys the name, nicknames are straight. im simple. loud. and unperfect. i like ice cream. i love chocolate. im in love with the most amazing guy out there, yet he doesnt know that. and i just got this page to write dumb stuff to you. but important things to me.. isnt that great?. its funny how things that are soo insignificant for some people, are the most important things for others.. i believe that great things comes out from the simple ones, wich means for me that the simple ones are more important than the great ones.. and thats what life is all about, living this simple moment, which is special at the same time and hold it on til the next one.., that what i dont know in my case, would it be a next one in my life. i guess ill just hold on to one i have. and see what happens. i believe eveerything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900776641471716222-122990644628840043?l=arysitaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/feeds/122990644628840043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900776641471716222&amp;postID=122990644628840043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/122990644628840043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900776641471716222/posts/default/122990644628840043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arysitaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcomee.html' title='welcomee.'/><author><name>Arysita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998067880335657775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e4psIZ08_oE/SXJpL0a3IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fd-a_Dx9CKM/S220/n512410030_1872908_3383COPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
