<?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-7625480</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:26:11.535-05:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='dad'/><category term='New York'/><category term='movie preview'/><category term='horrible date'/><category term='love sucks'/><category term='emil'/><category term='movies'/><category term='viernes'/><category term='party'/><category term='extrañando'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='help'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='airport'/><category term='aburrida'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='drunk times'/><category term='men in uniform'/><category term='video'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sin Confesarlo [todo]</title><subtitle type='html'>viviendo en new york city. tratando de no crecer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1457872348295713268?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1457872348295713268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1457872348295713268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1457872348295713268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1457872348295713268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/08/lamentablemente.html' title='lamentablemente'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7583194520400069748</id><published>2008-07-21T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:00:14.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>ARGH, IT IS NEVER ENOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7583194520400069748?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7583194520400069748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7583194520400069748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7583194520400069748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7583194520400069748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8685376844117034024</id><published>2008-06-11T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:38:48.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SI PODEMOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjXyqcx-mYY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;SI PODEMOS!&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;SI PODEMOS!&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;SI PODEMOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES WE CAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE WANT CHANGE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8685376844117034024?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8685376844117034024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8685376844117034024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8685376844117034024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8685376844117034024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/06/si-podemos.html' title='SI PODEMOS!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2998003623790752177</id><published>2008-05-30T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:28:42.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss last day..</title><content type='html'>eso fue lo que me llamo mi jefa hace 10 minutos cuando vino a ver lo que yo estaba haciendo.  estoy feliz (aunque bien nerviosa tambien) por el cambio. empiezo el martes, pero hoy es mi ultimo dia aqui.  algunos compañeros de trabajo y yo fuimos a beber margaritas durante la comida asi que ahora estamos muy muy bien :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;a las 4 vamos a beber sangria &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2998003623790752177?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2998003623790752177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2998003623790752177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2998003623790752177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2998003623790752177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-last-day.html' title='miss last day..'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3755166168741548351</id><published>2008-05-29T10:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:30:32.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G me canta esta cancion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blue eyed boy meets a brown eye girl, oh oh oh the sweetest thing!&lt;BR&gt;
-U2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;soooo in love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3755166168741548351?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3755166168741548351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3755166168741548351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3755166168741548351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3755166168741548351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-eyed-boy-meets-brown-eye-girl-oh.html' title='G me canta esta cancion...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5486174553471290854</id><published>2008-05-28T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:54:01.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAH!!</title><content type='html'>ME DIERON EL TRABAJO! EMPIEZO EL LUNES/MARTES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5486174553471290854?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5486174553471290854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5486174553471290854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5486174553471290854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5486174553471290854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaaaaaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAH!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-455419045968812489</id><published>2008-05-23T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:13:20.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me entristece...</title><content type='html'>este señor tomo una foto diariamente por 18 años, hasta que murio de cancer en el '97.  este &lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15131"&gt;articulo&lt;/a&gt; tiene mas informacion acerca de esta historia, y esta es la &lt;a href="http://www.addresszero.com/pod-html/"&gt;compilacion&lt;/a&gt; de todas las fotos. y este es un &lt;a href="http://onlytheblogknowsbrooklyn.typepad.com/only_the_blog_knows_brook/jamie_livingston/index.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; con mas informacion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-455419045968812489?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/455419045968812489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=455419045968812489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/455419045968812489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/455419045968812489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-entristece.html' title='me entristece...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4696723519818944397</id><published>2008-05-23T07:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:41:00.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>anoche escuche...</title><content type='html'>esta cancion en el final de grey's anatomy.  se llama The Quest por Bryn Christopher&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaxUHbxQzTM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaxUHbxQzTM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4696723519818944397?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4696723519818944397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4696723519818944397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4696723519818944397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4696723519818944397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/anoche-escuche.html' title='anoche escuche...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2864509769887989066</id><published>2008-05-21T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:24:18.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy no es tan buen dia...</title><content type='html'>supongo que no me van a dar ese trabajo&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;en otras noticias: i think i've messed things up&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;stupid feelings&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/7625480-2864509769887989066?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2864509769887989066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2864509769887989066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2864509769887989066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2864509769887989066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoy-no-es-tan-buen-dia.html' title='hoy no es tan buen dia...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7117584710332388216</id><published>2008-05-20T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:15:58.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la boda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
estuvo bien linda. G y yo nos la pasamos super bien. Mis amigas que hacia años que no veia me dijeron que nunca me habian visto tan feliz y que obv. G estaba haciendo algo bien.
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;lo malo es que ahora tengo gripe&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202888383644671218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRfazklnPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9T00EWYFAOg/s320/P5180012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;en la mesa 10 ya yo hiba por mi cuarto vaso de vino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;PS. Como yo reserve los pasajes me puse en el asiento de ventana en los dos vuelos.  G dijo que la proxima vez el reserva los pasajes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;o sea. que hay viaje&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;jajajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7117584710332388216?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7117584710332388216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7117584710332388216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7117584710332388216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7117584710332388216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-boda.html' title='la boda...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRfazklnPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9T00EWYFAOg/s72-c/P5180012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1046266243359583400</id><published>2008-05-15T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:28:45.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mañana me avisan si tengo un trabajo nuevo&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/7625480-1046266243359583400?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1046266243359583400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1046266243359583400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1046266243359583400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1046266243359583400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/05/shhhh.html' title='shhhh....'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8763556444703440202</id><published>2008-05-15T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:29:21.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>otro cuento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este domingo fue el dia de las madres aqui en los States. Para celebrar decidimos que nos ibamos a reuinir a comer en Olive Garden. Al final se supone que ibamos a ser 15: mi abuela, dos tios, tres tias, una amiga, dos novios, una novia, cuatro primas y un primo. Por alguna razon que no entiendo completamente a mi te toco llegar al restaurante antes que al resto para guardar la mesa. Yo le dije a una de las primas que por favor le dijera al tio que la cena era a las 7:45 para que el no llegara mas temprao de la cuenta [como siempre]. Claro que G y yo llegamos al restaurante [llegamos a las 7pm y la espera era de 2 horas!] y justo cuando salimos para ir a sentarnos en un bar me encuentro con el tio, la tia, el primo y la abuela... o sea que obviamente la prima no le dijo nada. Asi que las proximas dos horas me la pase traduciendo, entreteniendo y llamando a gente. Por fin decidimos ir a otro restaurante, pero el resto del grupo nada de llegar. Por fn llegaron a las 9pm [!!!] y una de las primas me saluda diciendome que me va a matar. ARGH!!!! Asi que yo hice lo unico que habia que hacer, ordene cervezas. [Ya me habia tomado como 3 shots de tequila para tranquilizarme]. Los ovarios de esa muchacha! Yo entreteniendo a todos y haciendo excusas por ellos y asi es que me pagan. Y lo que mas me incojona es que cuando me dijeron los planes yo solo dije "ok, nos vemos alla" y despues el dia de la cena me cargan a mi con todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tengo que mencionar que G estuvo fantastico.
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ok, las historias....
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el hermano vino y se fue. B es el hermano mayor de G.
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a ver, todo fue bien. los conoci (al hermano y a la novia) el jueves despues que llegaron del aeropuerto. me encontre con ellos y fuimos a cenar. todo estuvo muy bien. yo los estaba esperando en una esquina y cuando los vi ba a cruzar la calle y no vi por donde iba y me resbale y perdi el balance, por poco y me caigo. hahahahaha!! lo bueno es que ellos no me vieron, y bueno si me vieron no dijeron nada. me pase el resto del fin de semana con ellos, no saalimos el viernes pues ellos estaban muy cansados asi que G y yo fuimos a cenar [date night!]. el sabado la novia y yo nos fuimos a andar por la ciudad mientras ellos arreglaban cosas en la oficina y luego se encontraron con nosotras en chinatown. caminamos un bueno rato y nos paramos en un bar a tomar par de cervezas. y esa noche salimos a un bar que se llama fiddlesticks donde la pasamos muy bien. se fueron el domingo despues de desayunar.
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despues que lo dejamos en la estacion de tren G y yo decidimos coger para mi barrio pues el tenia antojo de platanos (ese come mas platanos que yo!). luego que compre la comida y me monto en el carro, ibamos en camino a su casa y entonces yo le pregunto:
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J: y entonces, tu hermano te dijo que te deshicieras de mi?
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G: (cara sorprendida) no puedo creer que me hayas preguntado eso!
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J: por que no? no creo que sea una pregunta tan rara viendo como TU me hiciste el cuento ese
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G: si, pero no puedo creer que me lo hagas preguntado. ademas, solo por que el diga eso no significa que yo lo voy a escuchar
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J: ok... pero no dijo nada?
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G: si, dijo que espererara hasta despues de la boda (el va conmigo a una boda este fn de semana) y despues te botara... o no, que esperara hasta despues del 5 de mayo.... en realidad me dijo que te diera como 8 semanas
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J: ha. ha. ha. muy comico
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G: dijo que me va a poner un email con instructiones
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J: whatever
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despues casi no hable nada pues tenia muchos ideas en la cabeza. el me pregunto si estaba enojada, y le dije que no. pues en verdad no lo estaba. pero si tenia miedo. y cuando me siento vulnerable me cierro y levanto una pared.
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ya han pasado varias semanas y esto esta en el pasado.
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este fin de semana vamos para minnesota a una boda de unos amigos mios. el esta super emocionado pues es nuestro primer viaje juntos.
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name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=993998&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/993998?pg=embed&amp;sec=993998"&gt;MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/blu?pg=embed&amp;sec=993998"&gt;blu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;sec=993998"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-751307071133410839?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/751307071133410839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya vengo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4124898218938699157?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4124898218938699157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4124898218938699157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4124898218938699157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4124898218938699157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ya-vengo.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8280945604957380901</id><published>2008-04-25T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:42:12.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie preview'/><title type='text'>cant wait to see this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crAbBTzDyZQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crAbBTzDyZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8280945604957380901?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8280945604957380901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8280945604957380901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8280945604957380901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8280945604957380901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-wait-to-see-this.html' title='cant wait to see this!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3801216281088677531</id><published>2008-04-23T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:18:42.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo que mencionar..</title><content type='html'>que en realidad no estoy nerviosa ya. Soy muy buena en entrevistas y first dates asi que se que todo va estar bien. Pero viendo la &lt;a href="http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/conversacion-sabado-por-la-noche.html"&gt;conversacion del sabado&lt;/a&gt; cualquiera se asusta, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
jajajajajajaja&lt;br /&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3801216281088677531?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3801216281088677531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3801216281088677531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3801216281088677531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3801216281088677531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/tengo-que-mencionar.html' title='Tengo que mencionar..'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4968120757431645191</id><published>2008-04-23T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:28:22.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversacion Sabado por la noche</title><content type='html'>J: Im really nervous about meeting your brother.&lt;br /&gt;
G: Really? Why?&lt;br /&gt;
J: Because he is your best friend and the person whose opinion you value most.&lt;br /&gt;
G: Ah. He is gonna love you.&lt;br /&gt;
J: Look even the other day I had a dream I where he told me he didn't like me for you!&lt;br /&gt;
G: wow you really are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;
J: yes&lt;br /&gt;
G: Don't worry, he is gonna love you.  hahahaha. I remember once he came to visit and I introduced him to this girl I'd been dating for two years and he told me that it was ok if I stayed with her but that he didnt like her and to get rid of her.&lt;br /&gt;
J - SILENCIO. TODO EL COLOR SE VA DE LA CARA.&lt;br /&gt;
G: But don't worry, he is gonna love you!&lt;br /&gt;
J: (risa nerviosa) oh fuck!&lt;br /&gt;
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Esto paso el Sabado por la noche mientras esperabamos por la mesa en un restaurante Hibachi en City Island, NY.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4968120757431645191?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4968120757431645191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4968120757431645191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4968120757431645191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4968120757431645191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/conversacion-sabado-por-la-noche.html' title='Conversacion Sabado por la noche'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7950610684871367820</id><published>2008-04-23T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>paint &amp; nerves *UPDATE*</title><content type='html'>me pase el sabado pintando las nuevas oficinas de G.
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;del&gt;y esta noche... y manana por la noche&lt;/del&gt; esta es la ultima noche, por ahora
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
ohhh y su hermano viene el &lt;del&gt;miercoles&lt;/del&gt; jueves y estoy nerviosisima.
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&lt;del&gt;mas detalles despues, la pc del trabajo no quiere funcionar.&lt;/del&gt;
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fotos:
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ANTES:
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SA5YtWBsD6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LP8pXTkASNY/s1600-h/IMG00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192184956434780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SA5YtWBsD6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LP8pXTkASNY/s400/IMG00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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DURANTE:
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DESPUES:
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SA8_RWBsD_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/i2gg4PCCXm4/s1600-h/IMG00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192438462584459250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SA8_RWBsD_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/i2gg4PCCXm4/s400/IMG00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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J&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7950610684871367820?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7950610684871367820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7950610684871367820&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7950610684871367820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7950610684871367820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/paint-nerves.html' title='paint &amp; nerves *UPDATE*'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SA5YtGBsD5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/REyf9jmYWTA/s72-c/IMG00114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5872208554076355401</id><published>2008-04-17T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:57:09.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good luck little brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you will do great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5872208554076355401?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5872208554076355401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5872208554076355401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5872208554076355401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5872208554076355401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-luck-little-brother-you-will-do.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3276306655554036424</id><published>2008-04-14T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:43:45.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>te imaginas?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;align: center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_bMhNI_TY8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_bMhNI_TY8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Este senor estuvo atrapado en el elevador por 41 horas! Escribieron un articulo en The New Yorker acerca de os elevadores de NY.  Aqui abajo hay un chin del articulo.&lt;/align&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;"White never went back to work at the magazine. Caught up in media attention (which he shunned but thrilled to), prodded by friends, and perhaps provoked by overly solicitous overtures from McGraw-Hill, White fell under the sway of renown and grievance, and then that of the legal establishment. He got a lawyer, and came to believe that returning to work might signal a degree of mental fitness detrimental to litigation. Instead, he spent eight weeks in Anguilla. Eventually, Business Week had to let him go. The lawsuit he filed, for twenty-five million dollars, against the building's management and the elevator-maintenance company, took four years. They settled for an amount that White is not allowed to disclose, but he will not contest that it was a low number, hardly six figures. He never learned why the elevator stopped; there was talk of a power dip, but nothing definite. Meanwhile, White no longer had his job, which he'd held for fifteen years, and lost all contact with his former colleagues. He lost his apartment, spent all his money, and searched, mostly in vain, for paying work. He is currently unemployed."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3276306655554036424?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3276306655554036424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3276306655554036424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3276306655554036424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3276306655554036424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/te-imaginas.html' title='te imaginas?!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-9077717099447646120</id><published>2008-04-11T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:00.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>octopus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_-0TFzflHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KwDsPmzFttI/s1600-h/IMG00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188063535822771314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_-0TFzflHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KwDsPmzFttI/s400/IMG00102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
his response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha his face looks just like mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-9077717099447646120?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9077717099447646120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=9077717099447646120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/9077717099447646120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/9077717099447646120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/octopus.html' 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sino que se siente incomodo, como que no cabes en tu piel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justo asi me he sentido asi el dia entero :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4842284809196309068?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4842284809196309068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4842284809196309068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4842284809196309068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4842284809196309068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-day-til-weekend.html' title='one more day &apos;til the weekend'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7816084337490145592</id><published>2008-04-09T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:25:20.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p21nZmtq56M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hahaha.html' title='hahaha!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8729102977757636118</id><published>2008-04-08T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la verdad es que....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_u-F4UH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vqo8N9mlRhw/s1600-h/Pix122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_u-F4UH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vqo8N9mlRhw/s400/Pix122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186948404072675426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8729102977757636118?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8729102977757636118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8729102977757636118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8729102977757636118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8729102977757636118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='la verdad es que....'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_u-F4UH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vqo8N9mlRhw/s72-c/Pix122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6624022751948926028</id><published>2008-04-08T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:09:32.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure you are not her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shunn.net/bill/log/img/meme-rosario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="314" alt="" src="http://www.shunn.net/bill/log/img/meme-rosario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ok, primero que nada. Yo me parezco mucho a la actriz Rosario Dawson. Al principio no lo queria creer, pero es cierto, a veces me asusta cuanto nos parecemos. Si algun dia la conozco me tomare una foto con ella. Por ejemplo, en esta foto el parecido es increible. ---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, habiendo dicho esto aqui viene la historia. El viernes, estaba en Prime, un club en midtown, en el afterparty del festival. De repente me doy cuenta que una muchacha en un vestido rojo se la pasa mirandome. No le doy mente y sigo hablando con Anthony y John. De repente la muchacha se acerca a donde estoy. Se nota que esta nerviosa y me dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muchacha: Are you? No? You are not Rosario Dawson, are you?&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo: hahahaha, no, sorry I am not&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ella puso una cara de tristeza cmo si le acababa de matar a su perrito)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: are you sure? I mean, you really look like her!&lt;BR&gt;
j: No, its not me&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: do you get that a lot?&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: yeah, i get it all the time&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: i mean, wow... and I saw you at the theater and you had a baseball cap and were walking fast as if you didnt want to be recognized (esto es cierto, tenia una gorra de los yankees). i even wrote down something on a napkin because I didnt want to disturb you. I work with a non-profit organization and we could really use a celebrity spokesperson and it would be awesome if Rosario Dawson could do it!&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: im sorry. its not me.&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: ahhh.. well, are you related? do you know her?&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: no, im sorry.&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: oh ok... well... sorry to bother you&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: its ok, no worries&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: its just, i really thought it was her&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: im not her, i promise. sorry i cant help you&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: its ok.. nice meeting you. bye.&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j: bye!&lt;BR&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luego ella se fue pero siguio mirandome de reojo. no se si me creyo o no. me ha pasado muchas veces. hay personas que me han parado en la calle a preguntarme si soy ella o si soy familia de ella, pero nunca nadie a estado tan segura que como la muchacha del viernes. lastima que ni conozco a Rosario para poder ayudar a la muchacha y la corporacion sin fines de fondo. ah. que se va hacer.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6624022751948926028?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6624022751948926028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6624022751948926028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6624022751948926028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6624022751948926028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-sure-you-are-not-her.html' title='Are you sure you are not her?'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-560199725856657770</id><published>2008-04-08T07:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:48:38.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; The City?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Han visto ese episodio de Sex &amp;amp; the City en el que Carrie sale a bailar un sabado por la noche y deja a Aidan en la casa comiendo pollo frito y mirando television. No me auerdo del dialogo, pero va algo asi: ella regresa le dice "I've had 5 cocktails and I can almost guarantee you you will have f-u-n" y Aidan le dice "I think I ate too much chicken, would you rub my belly?" Y se duerme.
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Anoche me paso algo muy parecido, claro que no fue sabado sino lunes y G no se quedo comiendo pollo frito sino trabajando jejeje. Fui a otra fiesta parte del festival, esta fue en The Bowery Hotel, un lugar chulisimo al cual no es cualquiera que entra. Como sabia que iba a salir tarde no quise irme sola hasta mi casa ya que vivo muy lejos. G y yo habiamos quedado con que me iba a pasar la noche en su casa, le dije que me dejara la puerta abierta para yo poder entrar. Lo llame como a las 12:30 para decirle que iba saliendo, y cuando llegue a su casa a la 1:30am ya el estaba durmiendo (el pobre, estaba cansado).
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El festival esta partocinado por Kinton wines, Stella beer, Johnny Walker y Ciroc vodka. Como anoche no estaba trabajando fui a la fiesta pues queria presentarle a Anthony (un amigo que conoci en el festival) a mi amigo de la universidad Nick, creo que se llevarian bien. Nick no se aparecio, pero eso es otra historia. Ya que estaba en la fiesta me encontre con Anthony, John y Nina y nos aprovechamos de los tragos gratis. No me emborrache ni nada por el estilo (me iba a montar en el tren sola, no podia emborracharme) pero si me bebi tres JW &amp;amp; Coke, que no me hicieron nada. Llegue al edificio de G como a las 1:30am, saludo al doorman y subo. La puerta abierta como me habia dicho, me quito los tacos y voy a la habitacion, le doy un beso para despertarlo y me pregunta como me fue, si conoci a gente interesante y que si me la pase bien. Hablamos por un rato y despues me lavo la cara y cuando vuelvo a la habitacion, esta roncando de nuevo. Esta mañana me pregunto a que hora yo llegue pues no se dio cuenta, jajajajaja ni se acordaba de lo que hablamos anoche.
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Esto me recordo a la escena de S&amp;amp;TC que mencione antes. Al igual que Carrie me pase la noche con mis amigos gays, gente de cine, modelos, actores y luego me fui a casa de mi novio el constructor al que no le interesa ese mundo. Y no es que quisiera ser como Carrie, viviendo en NY con muchos zapatos y una vida fabulosa (aunque cuando uno lo escribe asi, quien no? jajaja) o me pase comparando mi vida con la de ella -Aqui hay un grupo de muchachas que se mudan a NY a vivir su sueño de S&amp;amp;TC y la verdad es que la vida aqui no es asi- Pero anoche me recorde de ese episodio y me hizo reir antes de dormir.
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/TEXT align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-560199725856657770?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/560199725856657770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=560199725856657770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/560199725856657770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/560199725856657770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex-city.html' title='Sex &amp; The City?'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8010394081166679926</id><published>2008-04-07T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:51:43.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>un domingo perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Im such a lucky man!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;

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lo que dijo G anoche, despues de habernos pasado el dia comiendo y durmiendo.  me encanta cocinar y a el le encanta comer.  y como ayer me la pase en su apartamento, luego de trabajar en el festival el sabado por la noche, lo unico que hicimos fue comer y dormir :)
&lt;BR&gt;the perfect ending to such a hectic week&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

desayuno:
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bagette french toast con vainilla y canela
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salchichas polacas
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fresas
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batida de guineo con caramelo y pecanes
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cafe
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te
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jugo de naranja
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cena:
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ensalada de lechuga, manzanas y cashews
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camarones con coco y laurel, brocoli, ajies y tomates
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cous-cous con menta, mantequilla y azafran
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pastelitos rellenos de pasta de guayaba
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sparkling water
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whisky
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tostadas con mantequilla
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Estuvimos comiendo como hasta la 1am!! jajajaja!! asi es que me gusta pasar mis domingos y despues de la semana tan ocupada que ambos tuvimos, ayer fue el domingo perfecto. &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/7625480-8010394081166679926?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8010394081166679926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8010394081166679926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8010394081166679926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8010394081166679926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-domingo-perfecto.html' title='un domingo perfecto'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6054063739387219578</id><published>2008-04-04T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:01.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im silly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185431657846929442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_ZanoUH-CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dqGD3rlVoaE/s320/IMG00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;elefante
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_Za1oUH-DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q2ExS4WJ36k/s1600-h/IMG00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185431898365098034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_Za1oUH-DI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q2ExS4WJ36k/s320/IMG00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_Za14UH-EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C42zprLQtXM/s1600-h/IMG00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185431902660065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_Za14UH-EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C42zprLQtXM/s320/IMG00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; el puente
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ultimamente hago dibujitos para mandarselos a G por telefono.  Ha estado muy estresado y quiero hacer algo para que se ria un chin.  Esto es lo que hago en el trabajo cuando me aburro, lo cual es practicamente las 8hrs que estoy aqui diariamente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6054063739387219578?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6054063739387219578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6054063739387219578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6054063739387219578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6054063739387219578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-silly.html' title='im silly...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R_ZanoUH-CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dqGD3rlVoaE/s72-c/IMG00092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5242476450591227492</id><published>2008-04-03T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:56:10.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me dieron de alta.  Los doctores dicen que todavia no hay hueso uniendo mis huesos pero como puedo mover mi brazo normalmente lo mas probable es que ya haiga hueso pero joven y por eso no se ve en las radiografias.  Me dijeron que si quiero puedo volver en 3 meses, pero que no es necesario, asi que yo no volvere. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5242476450591227492?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5242476450591227492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5242476450591227492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5242476450591227492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5242476450591227492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohhhh.html' title='ohhhh....'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2805027854725650325</id><published>2008-04-03T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:50:53.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anoche fue la primera noche del festival. Trabaje la fiesta, fue en un sitio que se llama The Park... me encanto el espacio.
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tres bares &lt;br /&gt;
4 salones(the main room, the red room, the atrium, the penthouse) &lt;br /&gt;
un jacuzzi &lt;br /&gt;
un jardin &lt;br /&gt;
techo de cristal para ver las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;
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Se lleno de gente, no vi a muchos famosos. Vi a Matthew Broderick y a Nick Cannon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Sali temprano (11:15pm) pues estaba bien cansada y tenia que venir a trabajar a las 8am (llegue a la 8:45am pues estaba muerta de cansancio cuando me desperte esta manana). La pelicula de hoy es 'Cook Country' la descripcion es: "In the middle of nowhere, crystal meth is the ruling currency." Hoy solo trabajo la pelicula, estoy bien cansada y todavia me quedan 4 dias mas de esto. Y esta es una de las semanas en la que puedo trabajar horas extras en el trabajo asi que voy a tomar ventaja de eso y trabajare mas horas si puedo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Me la pase muy bien anoche, estoy feliz de estar participando en esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://newyork.joonbug.com/venues/1/19/The+Park-Photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://newyork.joonbug.com/venues/1/19/The+Park-Photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10th ave, btw 17th &amp;amp; 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NY, NY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2805027854725650325?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2805027854725650325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2805027854725650325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2805027854725650325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2805027854725650325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/opening-night.html' title='Opening Night'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6825450982980011987</id><published>2008-04-02T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:17:41.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New York City Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/695665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/695665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Este verano van a poner 4 cataratas artificiales aqui en NY.  Creo que la del Brooklyn bridge (en a foto) se va a ver mejor.  Las otras tres estan en el medio del rio y se ven medio extrañas.  Mas informacion en la pagina web: &lt;a href="http://www.nycwaterfalls.com/"&gt;http://www.nycwaterfalls.com/&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6825450982980011987?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6825450982980011987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6825450982980011987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6825450982980011987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6825450982980011987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-york-city-waterfalls.html' title='The New York City Waterfalls'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6897398967189113105</id><published>2008-03-28T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:34:20.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK IT OUT!</title><content type='html'>acabo de descubrir este proyecto.  esta chulisimo.  &lt;a href="http://zoomquilt2.madmindworx.com/zoomquilt2.swf"&gt;check it out!&lt;/a&gt;
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i think you would like this lil brother&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/7625480-6897398967189113105?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6897398967189113105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6897398967189113105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6897398967189113105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6897398967189113105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-it-out.html' title='CHECK IT OUT!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2340959762413246349</id><published>2008-03-28T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:05:12.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La semana que viene es el &lt;a href="http://www.genartfilmfestival.com/2008/"&gt;18vo festival de cine de GenArt&lt;/a&gt;.  Soy voluntaria, trabajare 5 de los 7 dias que va a durar.  Ya pondre fotos aqui.  El mes pasado trabaje en la presentacion de la pelicula &lt;a href="http://newyork.going.com/event-242199;GEN_ART_ADVANCE_SCREENING_PARTY_SNOW_ANGELS"&gt;Snow Angels&lt;/a&gt;, no vi la pelicula pero fui al afterparty y goze mucho, con clavicula rota y todo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2340959762413246349?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2340959762413246349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2340959762413246349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2340959762413246349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2340959762413246349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaaaaaahh.html' title='AAAAAAAHH!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3168169076158283305</id><published>2008-03-28T08:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:57:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>He trabajado 4o horas en 4 dias, y hoy estoy en la oficina desde las 730am.  que cansancio!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Esta tarde la ultima cita con el doctor (espero!), radiografias y a chequear el hombro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

Esta noche, a celebrar con G que hoy es el ultimo dia en la oficina y el lunes empieza con su propia compañia.  Estoy tan orgulloza de el!!&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/7625480-3168169076158283305?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3168169076158283305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3168169076158283305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3168169076158283305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3168169076158283305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8678929825363499925</id><published>2008-03-26T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:37:53.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>otra escena</title><content type='html'>en la misma fiesta:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero hay que entender dos cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1) Esta es la primera vez que conozco a la mayoria de estas personas&lt;br /&gt;2) Todas las personas en esta reunion estaban casadas o comprometidas, osea, G y yo eramos los unicos solteros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
estamos en un grupo, G, dos amigos de el y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
un amigo: entonces G, cuando te vas casar&lt;br /&gt;
G: QUE?! (nervous laughter) No, yo todavia soy joven (me mira de reojo)&lt;br /&gt;
J: (sorprendida, sonrio, silencio)&lt;br /&gt;
amigo: como que muy viejo? o sea que solos los viejos se casan? mira no, ya es tiempo (mira a J)&lt;br /&gt;
G: no, como va ser. todavia estoy muy joven. &lt;br /&gt;
amigo: dejate de eso&lt;br /&gt;
J: (risa nerviosa, voz medio extraña) el tiene razon, todavia esta muy joven&lt;br /&gt;
G: (me mira, sonrie)
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jajajajajajaja.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La noche entera fue asi practicamente.  Ellos estan locos porque G se case, ya que el es el unico que queda. Todos sus amigos estan entre los 35-45, mientras que el tiene 27.&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/7625480-8678929825363499925?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8678929825363499925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8678929825363499925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8678929825363499925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8678929825363499925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/otra-escena.html' title='otra escena'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6367673371847877543</id><published>2008-03-26T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:46:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la escena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabado&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10pm&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crestwood, NY, USA&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiesta de primavera/san patricio&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cocina en casa de los anfitriones&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G: I am falling for you&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J: (Silencio, boca abierta seguido por sonrisa de idiota, encoje los hombros) No&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;G: You should know those things?&lt;Br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J: (Mas Silencio, boca abierta, sonrisa de idiota, corazon a mil millas por hora, beso)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claro que esto me alegro muchisimo. Yo no creo en no mostrar los sentimientos, si quieres a alquien, dicelo y ya! Yo le habia dicho a el como me sentia el 2.2.08 (me recuerdo pues fue el dia antes de la caida). El no lo dijo y eso no me molesto. Sabia/se como se siente por mi.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6367673371847877543?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6367673371847877543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6367673371847877543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6367673371847877543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6367673371847877543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sabado-10pm-crestwood-ny-usa-fiesta-de.html' title='la escena'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-643807193340033007</id><published>2008-03-26T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:51:58.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahora si!</title><content type='html'>ya estoy de regreso, es que despues de que se me mejoro la clavicula me dio una gripe que no me dejaba salir de la cama.  pero ya me estoy curando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-643807193340033007?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/643807193340033007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=643807193340033007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/643807193340033007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/643807193340033007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/ya-estoy-de-regreso-es-que-despues-de.html' title='ahora si!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7046876881331856005</id><published>2008-03-26T11:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:45:34.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>y esto es musica</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8fNXGuxRRA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
the way that im feeling baby, the way that im feeling baby,&lt;br&gt;
the way that im feeling baby, the way that i feel for you!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7046876881331856005?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7046876881331856005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7046876881331856005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7046876881331856005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7046876881331856005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-i-am-feeling-baby-way-i-am-feeling.html' title='y esto es musica'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6019493324787327426</id><published>2008-03-18T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:25:05.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue el primer dia sin el tabestrillo (spelling? = sling)

Solo me duele muy pocas veces. Ya veremos como sigue la semana :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6019493324787327426?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6019493324787327426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6019493324787327426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6019493324787327426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6019493324787327426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='Back!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5547800638633105810</id><published>2008-02-25T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:42:05.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pain scale...</title><content type='html'>has gone up to an 8 today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5547800638633105810?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5547800638633105810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5547800638633105810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5547800638633105810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5547800638633105810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain-scale.html' title='pain scale...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7065047681816834300</id><published>2008-02-22T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:01.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of working...</title><content type='html'>1. Name a quote from the song you're listening to.&lt;br&gt;
"...and his girlfriend looked like turtle.. not lisa turtle, just a turtle" -Gym Class Heroes - Faces in the hall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

2. Do your jeans have rips, holes and tears in them?&lt;br&gt;
some
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3.Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating?&lt;br&gt;
hahaha.. yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

4. What are you seriously wearing?&lt;br&gt;
super cute rain boots, dark jeans, green fleece and my very fashionable blue sling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

5. What city are you in?&lt;BR&gt;
NYC&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

7. Describe the last time you were injured?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-historia.html"&gt;three weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;. broke my clavicle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

8. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?&lt;br&gt;
no- esp now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

9. Think of all your exes. Would you take any of them back?&lt;br&gt;
NO&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

10. On your "lazy days" what would you be doing?&lt;BR&gt;
staying in bed all day, watching tv or reading, eating nutella sandwiches&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

11. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?&lt;BR&gt;
hmmm they are all hilarious so all of them so we can have a party&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

12. Most recent movie you have watched in theatres?&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;a href="http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/anoche-fui-ver-juno.html"&gt;JUNO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

13. Who was the last person to slap your butt?&lt;BR&gt;
G&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

14. Favorite toy as a child?&lt;BR&gt;
la cocinita, las bici&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

15. Do you own a pair of Converse?&lt;BR&gt;
yeah... and have tons of holes. maybe its time i get new ones&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

16. What will you be doing tonight?
bueno since it looks like &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R773cTZPnJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gouibvfvhNk/s1600-h/IMG00050.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; i will be inside eating nutella sandwiches and tea&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

17. Do you eat cookie dough?&lt;br&gt;
yes... i cant stop, its a problem really&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

18. Have you ever kicked a vending machine?&lt;br&gt;
yup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

19. When's the last time you had gummy bears?&lt;br&gt;
dont remember &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

20. What color are your bedsheets?&lt;br&gt;
fuschia!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

21. Do people consider you smart?&lt;br&gt;
yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

22. What temperature is it outside right now?&lt;br&gt;
its snowing so below 32&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

23. How old are you?&lt;br&gt;
25&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

24. Could you live without a computer?&lt;br&gt;
oh no!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

25. Do you have an iPod?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3KHc9E_6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1Y3rSCNhZ0/s1600-h/Pix112.jpg"&gt;yep&lt;/a&gt;. thanks to my wonderful bf! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

26. What movie do you know every line to?&lt;br&gt;
shrek&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

27. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br&gt;
1 hour ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

28. Last person you hugged?&lt;br&gt;
G&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

29. Had a Long Distance Relationship?&lt;br&gt;
no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

30.Who was the last person you held hands with? and did it mean anything?&lt;br&gt;
G. and yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

31. At what age did you start noticing the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;
i remember having a crush in the first grade... hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

32. Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;br&gt;
yup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

33. How do you handle a rainy day?&lt;br&gt;
depends on what i have to do. if im just hanging out i love it. if i have to go to work i hate it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

34. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you?&lt;br&gt;
usually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

35. Are you cold?&lt;br&gt;
no im warm inside&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

36. Do you have a lot to learn?&lt;br&gt;
ohhh yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

37. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?&lt;br&gt;
not that i remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

38. What time is it?&lt;br&gt;
4:35pm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

39. Are you a patient person?&lt;br&gt;
ehhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

41. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers?&lt;br&gt;
WB&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

42. When do you feel your life energy is the strongest?&lt;br&gt;
at night/weekends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

43. When do you feel happiest?&lt;br&gt;
when im around the ones i love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

44. Next time you'll take a shower?&lt;br&gt;
tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

45. Is anyone on your bad side now?&lt;br&gt;
kinda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

46. What jewelry are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;
just earrings today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

47. Who's your favorite singers/Band?&lt;br&gt;
hmmm i cant pick just one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

48. Next Kiss?&lt;br&gt;
tonight maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

49. Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?&lt;br&gt;
YES!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

50. How do people spell your name?&lt;br&gt;
usually wrong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

51. Would you wear your boyfriends/girlfriends clothes?&lt;br&gt;
i wear his shorts and tshirts all the time, and i stole a sweater from him &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

52. Hows your life going as of right now?&lt;br&gt;
eh... broken collarbone sucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

53. Favorite vehicle?&lt;br&gt;
something hybrid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

54. How's your heart?&lt;br&gt;
happy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

55. Last line of a song you heard?&lt;br&gt;
"so i proceded to get drunk and cry and lock myself in the toilet for the entire night" kate nash - we get on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

56. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;
busy day... salon, early dinner at gram's with G, E, mami y abue [ugh], baptism of one of G's friend's kid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

57.Can you honestly say you're happy with who you are?
&lt;br&gt;yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

58.Is it cute when a guy calls you babe?&lt;br&gt;
its cute when my guy does it [que cursi jajaja]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

59. What did you do last night?&lt;br&gt;
hung out with E&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

60. Will you keep your last name when you get married?&lt;br&gt;
i dont know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

61. Would you rather be drunk or high?&lt;br&gt;
hahahaha drunk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

62. When is the last time you left your house?
&lt;br&gt;this morning to come to work&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

63. Look through the 2 nearest windows what do you see?&lt;br&gt;
building&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

64. Who is someone you have drifted from?&lt;br&gt;
a few people from school&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

65. Who's the last person that you felt stalked by?&lt;br&gt;
G, seriously, kinda freaky how a year ago we were in the same place at the same time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

69. Do you have a dishwasher?&lt;br&gt;
no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

70. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br&gt;
snowboarding&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

71. Would you survive in prison?&lt;br&gt;
no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

72. If all of your friends were going on a road trip, would you?&lt;br&gt;
i love road trips!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


74. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br&gt;
ummmm&lt;br&gt;

77. Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;br&gt;no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

78. What's one of your favorite cds?&lt;br&gt;i cant pick just one. when i do buy cds is a huge thing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

79. Whats the last thing you ate &amp; why?&lt;br&gt;
m&amp;ms. because i wanted them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

80. Are you a friendly person?&lt;br&gt;
usually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

82.Have you kissed anyone with a name that starts with an "A"?&lt;br&gt;
yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

83.What's the worst thing someone can do to you?&lt;br&gt;
lie/cheat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

84. What's your middle name?&lt;br&gt;
dont have one&lt;br&gt;

85. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br&gt;
next to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

86. How are you sitting?&lt;br&gt;
legs crossed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

87. Momma's name?&lt;br&gt;
M&lt;br&gt;

88. Ever been to Georgia?&lt;br&gt;
yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

89. Do you flirt a lot?&lt;br&gt;
sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

90. What do you call your parents?&lt;br&gt;
mami &amp; pa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

91. What irritates you most on the internet?&lt;br&gt;
pop-ups&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

92. Do you watch movies with your parents?&lt;br&gt;
no&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/7625480-7065047681816834300?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7065047681816834300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7065047681816834300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7065047681816834300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7065047681816834300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/instead-of-working_22.html' title='instead of working...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4684102915646124875</id><published>2008-02-22T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:11:49.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.a-laderiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;little brother&lt;/a&gt;... i think you may like this &lt;a href="http://done.jbunti.com/index.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;have a good weekend!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;un abrazo,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;your big sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4684102915646124875?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4684102915646124875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4684102915646124875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4684102915646124875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4684102915646124875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4128655768520161324</id><published>2008-02-22T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.... tormenta de nieve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R773cTZPnJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gouibvfvhNk/s1600-h/IMG00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169841487882460306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R773cTZPnJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gouibvfvhNk/s320/IMG00050.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en camino al trabajo, tratando de no caerme y romperme otro hueso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;foto tomada con mi BlackBerry Pearl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4128655768520161324?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4128655768520161324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4128655768520161324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4128655768520161324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4128655768520161324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ugh-tormenta-de-nieve.html' title='ugh.... tormenta de nieve...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R773cTZPnJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gouibvfvhNk/s72-c/IMG00050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8650968953568771944</id><published>2008-02-18T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:13:28.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.culturevulture.net/movies/images/paris%20je%20t%27aime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.culturevulture.net/movies/images/paris%20je%20t%27aime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acabo de ver esta pelicula (Paris Je T'Aime)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me encantó
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8650968953568771944?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8650968953568771944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8650968953568771944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8650968953568771944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8650968953568771944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/acabo-de-ver-esta-pelicula.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7335828037270794624</id><published>2008-02-17T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:01:58.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a veces me toma por sorpresa.&lt;br&gt;
:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

hoy fue un dia perfecto
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7335828037270794624?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7335828037270794624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7335828037270794624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7335828037270794624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7335828037270794624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/veces-me-toma-por-sorpresa.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1503929649545977673</id><published>2008-02-15T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:38:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cansada&lt;br&gt;
me duele el hombro&lt;br&gt;
quiero dormir&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
¿como estuvo tu dia de san valentin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1503929649545977673?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1503929649545977673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1503929649545977673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1503929649545977673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1503929649545977673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/cansada-me-duele-el-hombro-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6322750442826242977</id><published>2008-02-14T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:12:30.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joesnyc.streetnine.com/pix/20070214_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://www.joesnyc.streetnine.com/pix/20070214_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.joesnyc.streetnine.com/"&gt;http://www.joesnyc.streetnine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6322750442826242977?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6322750442826242977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6322750442826242977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6322750442826242977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6322750442826242977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5772691544532826035</id><published>2008-02-14T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:12:48.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia de S.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2VMhi-_BXc&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5772691544532826035?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5772691544532826035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5772691544532826035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5772691544532826035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5772691544532826035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/feliz-dia-de-sv.html' title='Feliz dia de S.V.'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7767070939022915742</id><published>2008-02-13T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:35:00.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoy tengo la cita con el doctor... a ver que pasa
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UPDATE: no necesito cirugia. tengo que mantener el brazo inmovilizado por 6 semanas mas y cambiar mi forma de dormir. mantener los hmbros hacia atras y ver al doctor en dos semanas.
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&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7767070939022915742?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7767070939022915742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7767070939022915742&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7767070939022915742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7767070939022915742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy-tengo-la-cita-con-el-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5906491208610564240</id><published>2008-02-12T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:24:20.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v117/219/23/44800572/n44800572_30965157_2874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="365" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v117/219/23/44800572/n44800572_30965157_2874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

extraño a mi &lt;a href="http://www.a-laderiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;manito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5906491208610564240?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5906491208610564240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5906491208610564240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5906491208610564240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5906491208610564240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/extrao-mi-manito.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2121694660271864990</id><published>2008-02-11T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:19:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paradisusrivieracancun.travel/img/g/beach/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.paradisusrivieracancun.travel/img/g/beach/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
ya van dos semanas en que casi todas las noches sueño con el mar... creo que es lo que pasa cuando creces a 10 metros del mar y despues duras 10 años sin regresar...
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quiero ir a casa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2121694660271864990?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2121694660271864990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2121694660271864990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2121694660271864990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2121694660271864990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ya-van-dos-semanas-en-que-casi-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2969598542346801061</id><published>2008-02-11T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:48:12.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it MAY be starting to get to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;con este frio (hoy esta como a 13 grados!) y no me puedo cubrir un brazo ya como que me esta molestando esto. El sabado fui a una cena con varios amigos/as y mientras todos estaban vestidos semi elegante yo tenia jeans y un abrigo que solo me lo pude poner en un hombro. y para mejorar las cosas se me entro un dolor en el brazo que me tenia al llorar. claro que no me podia ir pues no queria parecer maleducada y aguafiestas, ademas E no queria cojer el tren sola y no queria que se le terminara la fiesta temprano. asi que me quede.

pero con todo me la pase bien. la comida estaba riquisima e hicimos chistes y contamos historias la noche entera. despues E y yo tomamos el tren uptown y la deje en la casa, tome un taxi y me fui a la casa de G en donde pude dormir como un bebe.
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estoy tomando todo con buen humor. pero no puedo negar que estoy preocupada. tengo una cita con el doctor el miercoles. ya me dira que debo hacer de ahora en adelante. la vaina es, que los huesos no tocan lo que significa que quizes necesite que me operen. y a todo esto, yo sin seguro!
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trato de no pensar en eso. ahora tengo que ver que me voy a poner el jueves ya que G me dijo que tenemos reservaciones para cenar. todavia no se donde ni a que hora. ohh y tambien tengo que buscar un sitio en donde me graben (engrave?) algo para el jueves.
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happy monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2969598542346801061?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2969598542346801061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2969598542346801061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2969598542346801061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2969598542346801061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-may-be-starting-to-get-to-me.html' title='it MAY be starting to get to me...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1844944952558060965</id><published>2008-02-08T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:12:50.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me acabo de dar cuenta que....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;i am completely, absolutely, insanely, head over heels, cant stop thinking about, i have fireworks in my chest, smiling for no reason, simply and clearly &lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt; with G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;and its awesome&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/7625480-1844944952558060965?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1844944952558060965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1844944952558060965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1844944952558060965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1844944952558060965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-completely-absolutely-insanely.html' title='me acabo de dar cuenta que....'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2928772327426201271</id><published>2008-02-08T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:17:47.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.tumblr.com/dnfhUYmAz4vfnd59UaHvcoqH_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/dnfhUYmAz4vfnd59UaHvcoqH_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2928772327426201271?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2928772327426201271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2928772327426201271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2928772327426201271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2928772327426201271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/instead-of-working.html' title='instead of working...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-620935115075170270</id><published>2008-02-08T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:41:31.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cartoons living in the real world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baekdal.com/images/articles/skelewags2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.baekdal.com/images/articles/skelewags2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.baekdal.com/Design/Art/Skelewags"&gt;http://www.baekdal.com/Design/Art/Skelewags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-620935115075170270?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/620935115075170270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=620935115075170270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/620935115075170270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/620935115075170270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/cartoons-living-in-th-real-world.html' title='cartoons living in the real world'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4470624298440645983</id><published>2008-02-07T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:36:04.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas que me molestan/imposible de hacer con la clavicula rota:</title><content type='html'>*al estar doblado todo el tiempo tengo ahora un dolor punzante en mi brazo y antebrazo&lt;br&gt;
*no me puedo rascar la espalda&lt;br&gt;
*como duermo de el lado izq. ahora se me hace imposible dormir la noche entera.&lt;br&gt;
*se me hinchan los dedos de la mano izq.&lt;br&gt;
*siempre estoy incomoda, no importa en que posicion este sentada/acostada.&lt;br&gt;
*bañarme es imposible y doloroso&lt;br&gt;
*no me puedo amarrar los tenis.&lt;br&gt;
*me duele reir&lt;br&gt;
*no puedo abotonar los pantalones/blusas&lt;br&gt;
*duele bajar escaleras&lt;br&gt;
*no me puedo peinar&lt;br&gt;
*arreglarme se toma el doble y cuando termino estoy exhausta&lt;br&gt;
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seguire agregandole a la lista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4470624298440645983?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4470624298440645983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4470624298440645983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4470624298440645983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4470624298440645983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/cosas-que-me-molestanimposible-de-hacer.html' title='cosas que me molestan/imposible de hacer con la clavicula rota:'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7631743311486169998</id><published>2008-02-06T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:08:13.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la historia...</title><content type='html'>Ok... esta es la historia:&lt;BR&gt;
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El domingo fuimos snowboarding a &lt;a href="http://www.belleayre.com/"&gt;Belleayre&lt;/a&gt; una montaña chulisima.  Todo muy bien... nos fuimos a la 7am, paramos a desayunar y estabamos en la montaña a las 10:30am. Todo muy bien.  Me cai un monton de veces antes de llegar al sky lift, pero ese ultimo tramo antes de llegar al lift no me cai lo cual me puso super feliz y me dio mas confianza. &lt;br&gt;
Nos montamos en el lift y todo bien. Subimos la montaña y de hay empezamos a bajar.  todoo iba bien. me iba cayendo pero todo iba bien.  en una me cai y me di bien fuerte en la cabeza asi que nos sentamos por 10 minutos y despues yo me pare, me puse la tabla y a bajar. y entonces, mi tabla paso por un extremo con hielo y senti que perdia el control, trate de caerme sentada pero iba demasiado rapido y perdi el control y me cai. rode, me di en la cabeza, senti los dientes chocar, senti un golpe en la sien y en el hombro izquierdo.  todo estuvo negro por un instante y abri los ojos y vi a G.&lt;br&gt;
G tenia una cara de horror y miedo. pense que el iba a llorar. y entonces me quito la tabla y se sento conmigo a esperar a los paramedicos.  y cuando llegaron y me movieron fue que senti un dolor punzante en el hombro y en el lado izquierdo.  me llevaron hacia la cabina hospital y de ahi G me llevo al hospital.  Me hicieron radiografias y determinaron que tenia la clavicula rota.  que no podria mover mi brazo y que se tardaria aproximadamente 6 semanas para sanar.  G tenia un aspecto peor que el mio, y se la paso pidiendome disculpas.  a lo que yo le dije que no era culpa de nadie, que nada esto pasa y yo me la habia pasado muy bien hasta el momento en que me cai.&lt;br&gt;  
volvimos hasta new york. G fue a mas de 6 farmacias y me compro lo que me recetaron en el hospital.  &lt;br&gt;
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el lunes me desperte con muchisimo dolor y decidi no ir al trabajo.  G me llevo comida a la casa y entre el y E me cuidaron muchisimo.
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el martes fui al hospital y fue la peor experiencia de mi vida.  estuve en la sala de emergencias por mas de 6 horas y nadie me atendia.  cuando por finme vieron fue de muy mala manera.  me hicieron nuevas radiografias pues decian que no podian ver las que yo lleve y despues que vieron las radiografias una de los doctores me enterro dos dedos entre los huesos param 'asegurarse' de que habia una fractura!!! luego me llevaron con el medico quien me dijo que no podia hacer nada asi que me pase el dia en el hospital en balde.  luego tuve que esperar hora y media a que me dieran los papeles para irme y la mujer esa estaba uy feliz hablando con una amiga en vez de darme mis papeles de salida! cuando fui y le reclame ella me trato como si yo la estaba molestando. E inclusive cuando estaba caminado haia el area de espera le escucher decir que ella no era unproffessional (traduccion?).  Despues que me dio los papeles sali a buscar un taxi.
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el primer taxi no me quiso llevar y despues tuve que esperar un buen rato para el segundo.  este me llevo y cuando iba camino a la casa lame a mami y le conte todo mientras lloraba.  legue a la casa, oordene comida china y espere a que llegara G.
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llame a G y me fue a ver. escucho mi historia y me abrazo hasta que me quede dormida.  Se quedo conmigo la noche entera para asegurarse que estaba bien.&lt;br&gt;
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en el hospital no me hicieron nada y me dieron una cita para la semana que viene, ya veremos que me dicen.  la cita es para el 13 de feb y el 14 de feb tengo tambien otra cita medica... tremendo dia de san valentin (uff todavia tengo que comprar el regalo de G).  
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Ayer vine al trabajo por primera vez. todo me fue bien y la mayoria de mis compañeros estan sorprendidos que vine.  G se la paso llamandome para ver como estaba.  y luego me llevo dulces a la casa y se quedo conmigo contandome de su dia.
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hoy tengo mas dolor que ayer.  en realidad lo que mas molesta es que necesito ayuda para todo.  hasta para abotonarme los pantalones. siempre he sido una persona super indeendiente y ahora estoy dependiendo de todos.  espero que las 6 semanas de recuperacion pasen bien rapido.
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esto es todo por ahora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7631743311486169998?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7631743311486169998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7631743311486169998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7631743311486169998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7631743311486169998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-historia.html' title='la historia...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2279227424369193091</id><published>2008-02-03T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:02.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mi clavicula :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R6aIfEcm9rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vzYpKQpQIC0/s1600-h/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R6aIfEcm9rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vzYpKQpQIC0/s400/0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162964090177910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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UPDATE:ME ROMPI LA CLAVICULA IZQUIERDA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2588150490076188509?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2588150490076188509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2588150490076188509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2588150490076188509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2588150490076188509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/voy-snowboarding-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4090313387892909429</id><published>2008-02-01T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:51:16.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... so esto es lo unico que puedo hacer por ahora....
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escuchando musica... Escuche esta cancion en el nuevo comercial de el macbook air... aunque no me guste el macbook air, no puedo negar que el comercial esta chulo y la cancion es cool...
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trate de poner la cancion aqui en blogger pero no me deja... esto es algo en lo que deberian trabajar... a quien le dijo esto?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7646407282026245849?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7646407282026245849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7646407282026245849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7646407282026245849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7646407282026245849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-puedo-dormir-escuchando-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7612536521382565017</id><published>2008-01-31T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:34:40.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dos de mis mejores amigos, los cuales se iban a casar este agosto, acaban de terminar su relacion.  Ella me dijo que fue mutuo y ambos estan bien.  Pero ellos eran una de esas parejas que eran, al parecer, perfectos uno para el otro.  Una de esas parejas que nos daban esperanza al resto de los mortales en busca de un minimo porciento, de algo parecido a lo que ellos tenian.  Que si existe alguien con quien estamos predeterminados a estar.  Y no habia tanto en especial acerca de ellos.  Bastante normales.  A el le gustan los deportes y a ella le gusta el vino y los zapatos; creo que por eso es que al verlos, tan normal, tan comodos uno con el otro, es que pensamos... si ellos lo logran entonces todos podemos. Pero nada es seguro.
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yo espero que si...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7612536521382565017?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7612536521382565017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7612536521382565017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7612536521382565017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7612536521382565017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/dos-de-mis-mejores-amigos-los-cuales-se.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8940577497022708547</id><published>2008-01-28T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:56:39.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snowboarding...</title><content type='html'>**primero que nada... DISCLAIMER... el relato que sigue a continuacion es todo cierto y nada placentero... los de estomago debil favor no leer**
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bueno... aqui vamos... Se supone que iba a ir snowboarding por primera vez ayer. Estaba super emocionada aunque tambien con miedo. Bueno, no pude ir... esta es la historia:
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Viernes, 7:30pm
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Habiamos decidido el sabado anterior que yo iba a hacer paella, sangria y flan e ibamos a quedarnos en casa y hartarnos hasta mas no poder, asi nos dormiriamos tempranos y a levantarnos a las 5am para estar en la montaña a las 8am. Asi que yo prepare el flan y la sangria para que estuvieran listas para la cena.
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RECETA DE LA SANGRIA (hice 2 jarras):
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*2 botellas de vino tinto
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jugo de naranja, limon y piña
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fresas, manzana, naranjas, limones, uvas y piña picada
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ginger ale
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azucar
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Sabado, 7:30pm
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El novio [G] llega a mi departamento, mi mejor amiga [E] esta alli tambien. Empezamos a beber sangria, E y yo habiamos empezado ya antes de que G llegara. Bueno, mucha chercha, haciendo cuentos, esperando a que se cocine la paella y mientras seguiamos bebiendo sangria.
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9:00pm
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¡Por fin esta lista la paella! Comemos mucho y bueno, pues de verdad me quedo riquisima. Nos servimos el resto de la sangria y flan para los tres. ¡Que hartura! Todo mucha risa, muy buen rato. De repente E dice "Let's play a drinking game" y por supuesto G y yo estamos de acuerdo con ella asi que empezamos. E decide que va a beber cerveza de ahora en adelante mientras que G y yo decidimos segir con vino tinto. Abrimos una botella de vino y empezamos a jugar.
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El juego se llama "waterfall" y ahora mismo aunque quisiera no puedo recordar las reglas. El caso es que entre G y yo nos vemimos dos botellas de vino tinto.
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E decide que va a salir a fumar mientras que G y yo nos quedamos en la casa. Cuando ella regresa yo muevo a G hacia mi cama [hay que tener en cuenta que G pesa como 205lbs y yo apenas 120lbs]. Ya en mi cuarto le quito los tenis y los pantalones y voy a la sala a recoger un poco. Despues me voy a mi cuarto a dormir.
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Domingo, 3:14am
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Me despierto pues estoy bajo la ducha con agua friisima. Completamente desorientada y cubierta en algo morado que cuando lo inspeciono mejor (lo huelo) mis sospechas estan confirmadas, es vomito. Pero dios mio, Y ¿que fue lo que paso? No tengo idea de nada. Bueno, me baño, me lavo la cabeza y salgo. Cuando estoy caminando por la sala G me agarra y me dice, duermete en el mueble conmigo que tu cuarto esta hecho un desastre. [El mismo no cabia bien en ese mueble pues es chiquitico] Yo le digo que no, y entro a mi habitacion... gracias a Dios que estaba borracha asi no podia oler bien nada. Todas mis sabanas, cubre colchon, colcha estaban enrolladas en el piso, y en el piso al lado de la cama un reguero morado. lo limpio todo. pongo sabanas y colcha limpias, busco a G y nos acostamos.
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todavia no estoy muy segura de que fue lo que paso.
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5:30am
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suena la alarma y la apago sin mirar
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6:30am
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Suena la alarma para irnos a snowboard. Ambos al mismo tiempo "10 more minutes"
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G se despierta y me pregunta la hora. cuando le digo, se nota a leguas que esta triste. Se levanta y me dice, no te preocupes, todavia podemos ir. Voy a buscar el carro, regreso en una hora. Y entonces se rie y dice.... "ah but you got sick on my pants" (vomitaste en mis pantalones)... ¡Que! ¡yo, no! y el saca sus pantalones de entre las sabanas en el piso y estan cubiertos de una vaina morada. Y de repente me recuerdo de todo y me quiero morir.
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11:40am
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Nos despertamos, tenemos hambre. Asi que yo le digo que le voy a cocinar desayuno. Mientras, el y E se pasaron el resto del dia burlandose de mi. Todo en chercha.
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2:00pm
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Voy al departamento de G a buscarle pantalones y medias. Cuando regreso a la casa G me cuenta lo que paso:
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Cuando el se desperto estaba cubierto en vomito. Y penso que fue el. Pero cuando prendio la luz vio que fui yo. y que habia cubierto todo en vomito. todo. Obviamente, despues de eso yo no le podia ni ver a la cara. El se rio de mi y me dijo que me llamaba despues
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ok.... todo es cierto. y tengo una pena con el. Ayer mande sus pantalones a la lavanderia y hoy despues del trabajo voy a comprarle un par nuevo. Pero, al otro lado de esta historia. Otra cosa que me di cuenta fue de que G es buenisimo. O sea, ya yo sabia que lo era y que el no es como ningun otro muchacho con quien he salido, pero la forma en que se comporto ayer me abrio los ojos. wow.
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;UPDATE: Le compre pantalones nuevos y en la lavanderia le salvaron los otros. Estuvo super feliz con sus pantalones nuevos y le gusto el dibujo que le hice para pedirle disculpas. jajajajajajaja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8940577497022708547?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8940577497022708547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8940577497022708547&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8940577497022708547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8940577497022708547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowboarding.html' title='snowboarding...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1623644243921107931</id><published>2008-01-25T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:25:31.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a horrible person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frustracion... &lt;/span&gt;
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tengo mas de 4 meses buscando un trabajo nuevo y personas que acaban de aplicar la semana pasada ya tienen trabajo. y aunque en realidad &lt;strong&gt;si estoy feliz&lt;/strong&gt; por ello/as... pero por mas que trato no puedo evitarlo... me pregunto cuando sera mi turno?!
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mientras tanto, a sonreir y preparar cenas para felicitarles por su nuevo trabajo, mientras sigo en este trabajo que detesto y me muero por dentro un poco mas todas las mañanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1623644243921107931?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1623644243921107931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1623644243921107931&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1623644243921107931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1623644243921107931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustracion.html' title='i am a horrible person...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1275184911450749419</id><published>2008-01-25T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:01:19.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me llego en un email...&lt;/span&gt;

DIARIO DE UN DOMINICANO EN NY .NJ. BOSTON
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Agosto 12:
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Hoy me mudé a mi nueva casa en El estate de Minnesota. Que. paz! Todo es tan bonito aquí. Las montañas son tan majestuosas. Casi que no puedo esperar para verlas cubiertas de nieve. Que. bueno haber dejado atrás El calor, la humedad, El tráfico, los huracanes, las huelgas y los malditos chopos de Santo Domingo. Esto sí que es vida!!.

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Octubre 14:
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Minnesota es El lugar más bonito que he visto en mi vida. Las hojas han pasado por todos los tonos de color entre rojo y naranja. Que. bueno tener las cuatro estaciones. Salí a pasear por los bosques y por primera vez vi un ciervo, que lindo! Son tan ágiles, tan elegantes, es uno de los animales más vistosos que jamás he visto. Esto tiene que ser El paraíso. Espero que nieve pronto. Esto sí es vida!!
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Noviembre 11:
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Pronto comenzará la temporada de caza de ciervos. No me puedo imaginar a nadie que quiera matar una de esas criaturas de Dios. Ya llegó el invierno. Espero que nieve pronto. Esto sí que es vida!!
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Diciembre 2:
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Anoche nevó. Me desperté y encontré todo cubierto de una capa blanca. Parece una postal . . . una película. Salí a quitar la nieve de los escalones y a dar pala en la entrada. Me restregué en ella y luego hice una guerra de bolas de nieve con los vecinos (yo gané!). Cuando la niveladora de nieve pasó, tuve que volver a dar pala. Que. bonita nieve! Parece moticas de algodón esparcidas por todos lados. ¡Que lugar tan hermoso!.

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Diciembre 12:
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Anoche volvió a nevar. Me encanta. La niveladora me volvió a ensuciar la entrada, pero bueno . . . que le vamos a hacer, de todas maneras, esto sí es vida.

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Diciembre 19:
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Anoche nevó otra vez. No pude limpiar la entrada por completo Porque antes que acabara, ya habia pasado la niveladora, así que hoy no pude ir al trabajo. Estoy un poco cansado de dar pala en esa nieve. Maldita niveladora! Que vida!

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Diciembre 22:
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Anoche volvió a caer nieve, o mejor dicho . . . mierda blanca. Tengo las manos hechas mierda y llenas de callos de la pala. Creo que la niveladora me acecha desde la esquina y espera a que acabe con la pala para pasar a joder. Esa hija de su maldita madre!
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Diciembre 25:
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Felices Navidades blancas, pero blancas de verdad, porque estan llenas de mierda blanca. Que. vaina, Coño!.. Si logro cojer al HIJO DE LA GRAN PUTA que maneja la niveladora, te juro que lo mato como a un perro. No entiendo porque no usan mas sal en las calles para que se derrita más rápido este maldito hielo de mierda.


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Diciembre 27:
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Anoche todavía cayó más mierda blanca de esa que me tiene jarto, ya llevo tres días encerrado. Salgo nada más cuando tengo que dar pala en la nieve después de que pasa la niveladora. No puedo ir a ningún lugar. El carro esta enterrado bajo una montaña de nieve negra que parece lodo sintético. El noticiero dice que esta noche van a caer 10 pulgadas más de nieve. No hay suerte, coño!.
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Diciembre 28:
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El comemierda que dio la noticia se equivocó otra vez. No cayeron 10 pulgadas de nieve.... cayeron 34 pulgadas más de esa mierda!... Me cago en la madre de quien se inventó este jodío pueblo para vivir! Si esta vaina sigue asi, la nieve no se derretira ni para El verano. Ahora resulta que la niveladora se daño cerca de aqui y El hijo de la gran puta del chofer vino a pedirme una pala. Que azaroso ese maricón!

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Enero 4:
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Al fin hoy pude salir de la casa del diablo esta. Fuí a buscar comida Y un jodío ciervo se metió delante del carro y lo maté. Su maldita madre!!. El arreglo del carro me va a salir como en tres mil dólares. Estos animales de mierda debían ser envenenados todos. Ojalá los cazadores hubieran acabado con ellos El año pasado. La temporada de caza debería durar el año entero, coño!.
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Marzo 15:
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Me resbalé en El hielo que todavía hay en esta puta ciudad y me partí una pierna. Anoche soñe que sembraba una matica de coco y me comía un yaniqueque relleno de salami y queso geo.
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Mayo 3:
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Cuando me quitaron El yeso, llevé El carro al mecánico. Me dijo que estaba todo oxidado por debajo por culpa de la maldita sal que echaron en la calle. A quién coño se le ocurre? Es que no hay otra forma más pendeja de derretir El hielo?

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Mayo 10:
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Me mudé otra vez para Santo Domingo. Esto si que es vida! Que. delicia! Calor, humedad, tráfico, huracanes, musica con sabor, fiestas, mujeres calientes, brugal y frías a patá! y ya hasta los chopos han mejorado. La verdad coño es que a cualquiera que se le ocurra vivir en esa jodia Minnesota tan solitaria y fría es un comemierda y tiene que estar más loco quel mimitisimo diablo!. Esto si es vida! Que paisazo tenemos cooooño!!!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1275184911450749419?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1275184911450749419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1275184911450749419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1275184911450749419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1275184911450749419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-llego-en-un-email.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4152628460642913802</id><published>2008-01-24T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:55:11.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>JUNO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0467406/JunoFINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="507" alt="" src="http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0467406/JunoFINAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anoche fui a ver JUNO... ¡me encanto! una de mis lineas favoritas en la pelicula... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mac MacGuff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves
you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what
have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's
the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
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&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/7625480-4152628460642913802?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4152628460642913802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4152628460642913802&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4152628460642913802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4152628460642913802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/anoche-fui-ver-juno.html' title='JUNO!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4523418463304471336</id><published>2008-01-23T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:16:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ndorfin.co.za/uploaded/snowboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://www.ndorfin.co.za/uploaded/snowboarding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Voy snowboarding con el novio este domingo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La verdad es que aunque estoy emocionadisima....&lt;br&gt;
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¡tengo un miedo!&lt;/div&gt;
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UPDATE: Voy a pasar por la apple store cuando salga de la oficina hoy... :(
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UPDATE2: &lt;strong&gt;La lleve a la apple store me la resetearon y ya esta bien! uff! que alivio!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1463211201683071243?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1463211201683071243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1463211201683071243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1463211201683071243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1463211201683071243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayuda-le-pasa-algo-mi-ipod-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2829006840249576834</id><published>2008-01-21T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:43:37.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>en el blockbuster...</title><content type='html'>estamos en linea para pagar la peli... el total son $4.96&lt;br&gt;
el novio esta buscando dinero en la cartera&lt;br&gt;
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yo: i have cash if you want&lt;br&gt;
el: dont worry i got it&lt;br&gt;
el muchacho de blockbuster:  see, thats true love... she pays for the next one&lt;br&gt;
el y yo: [risa nerviosa]&lt;br&gt;
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saliendo&lt;br&gt;
el: you heard that...&lt;br&gt;
yo: what?&lt;br&gt;
el: you pay next time&lt;br&gt;
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ahhh....
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el muchacho de blockbuster no esta equivocado
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2829006840249576834?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2829006840249576834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2829006840249576834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2829006840249576834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2829006840249576834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/en-el-blockbuster.html' title='en el blockbuster...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3641633931236132674</id><published>2008-01-21T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:43:37.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>en el pasillo hacia el baño...</title><content type='html'>una conversacion entre el novio y yo anoche...&lt;br&gt;
background info: una amiga me mando un mensaje contandome que conocio un chico el sabado y justo regresaba a su casa cuando me mando el mensaje... el mensaje fue a las 9:34pm el domingo...
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yo: ah. she worries me.&lt;br&gt;
el: why?&lt;br&gt;
yo: because she is one of those girls who think that she can only be happy if she has a guy.&lt;br&gt;
el: yeah and you are one of those girls who think having a nice guy is not going to make you happy.&lt;br&gt;
yo: no, thats not what im saying at all. but she is one of those girls who is not happy being alone, i think you should be happy by yourself so you can be happy with someone else, im not saying being with a nice guy cant make you happy, but that you should not trust your happiness onto someone else.&lt;br&gt;
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¿estoy equivocada?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3641633931236132674?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3641633931236132674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3641633931236132674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3641633931236132674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3641633931236132674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/una-conversacion-entre-el-novio-y-yo.html' title='en el pasillo hacia el baño...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1217311238536965307</id><published>2008-01-19T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:17:36.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coño que cansada estoy... en la oficina desde temprano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1217311238536965307?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1217311238536965307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1217311238536965307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1217311238536965307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1217311238536965307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/coo-que-cansada-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2246833504677801308</id><published>2008-01-18T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:40:38.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is one of those days... when my mood betrays me and for no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; reason a certain darkness creeps up on me... like the moon on the sun during an eclipse...
all i can do is sit here and wait for the eclipse to pass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2246833504677801308?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2246833504677801308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2246833504677801308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2246833504677801308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2246833504677801308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-1971298280448762408</id><published>2008-01-18T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:55:16.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que es una &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;avalancha&lt;/span&gt;... que es un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; en la garganta... que me falta el aire y no puedo respirar... que tengo tantas cosas que quiero decir pero es como si fuera muda... que tengo que decirle estas cosas a tanta gente... que odio que me &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentiste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... que estoy orgullosa de ti... que me duele que no aprecies las cosas que hago por ti... que quiero volver a verte... que creo que estas cometiendo un error... que creo que tienes un problema y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;necesitas ayuda&lt;/span&gt;... que soy feliz... que tu malcriadez ya me tiene cansada... que no se si te pueda perdonar... que te perdono... que quiero que me dejes tranquila... que estas exagerando la situacion... que tengo miedo que un dia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no estes aqui&lt;/span&gt;... que te extraño... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; te amo... que... que... que....&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;que lo mas probable nunca diga todas estas &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-1971298280448762408?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1971298280448762408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=1971298280448762408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1971298280448762408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/1971298280448762408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/que.html' title='que...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7977462611811210608</id><published>2008-01-17T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:51:38.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>este año...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;voy a correr un &lt;em&gt;half marathon&lt;/em&gt; (medio maraton?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;empiezo a entrenar este fin de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATE: acabo de chequear la dieta para el entrenamiento... consiste de carbohidratos, panes, arroces, etc... presiento que me va a encantar este proceso!!!! :)&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/7625480-7977462611811210608?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7977462611811210608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7977462611811210608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7977462611811210608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7977462611811210608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/este-ao.html' title='este año...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3318449209234671236</id><published>2008-01-05T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:13:14.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emil'/><title type='text'>daddy's little girl...</title><content type='html'>emil: le has dicho a mami y a blanco acerca de g----?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
yo: a mami solamente&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
emil: si, mami trato de engañarme a ver si yo sabia algo. me pregunto algo de el y cuando le dije que no sabia quien era y ella lo penso un momento y dijo, ah no, es solo un amigo de tu hermana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
yo: jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja!! you gotta love her! mami sabe, papi no. ademas, what are they gonna do anyways, yo estoy bien lejos?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
emil: blanco lo manda a matar con uno de sus matones&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
yo: ok, entonces no le vamos a decir nada a papi!&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/7625480-3318449209234671236?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3318449209234671236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3318449209234671236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3318449209234671236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3318449209234671236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/daddys-little-girl.html' title='daddy&apos;s little girl...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-397389529989207878</id><published>2008-01-05T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:41:38.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extrañando'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como quisiera tener mas &lt;strong&gt;paciencia&lt;/strong&gt; de la que tengo. dos dias sin saber nada, se supone que regresaba ayer pero ha tenido problemas con la visa. que vaina. ya han pasado dos semanas, y yo no tengo paciencia. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quizas es por eso que tenemos una relacion tan buena&lt;/span&gt;. primero se fue por tres semanas, ahora por 2 semanas... me da tiempo a extrañarle. quizas regrese mañana... esperemos o que por lo menos me deje saber que esta pasando.

por lo menos esto me ayuda en el trabajo pues trabajo mas rapido para no pensar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-397389529989207878?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/397389529989207878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=397389529989207878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/397389529989207878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/397389529989207878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-quisiera-tener-mas-paciencia-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-9071952026106556897</id><published>2008-01-01T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:54:57.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Y yo todavia estoy pensando cuales seran mis resoluciones... por lo menos el sabe cual es la suya

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"And - my New Year Resolution is to learn spanish by 'doing' five hours a
week of training. That can be computer program, watching a spanish soap, reading
a spanish newspaper, or (and I put this in as a concession) kissing my spanish
girlfriend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-9071952026106556897?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9071952026106556897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=9071952026106556897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/9071952026106556897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/9071952026106556897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_01.html' title=';)'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6033863391069797708</id><published>2007-12-28T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:03.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mi mejor amiga se va a mudar conmigo por unas semanas...
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en camino al aeropuerto
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En camino al aeropuerto... este es el taxista que se la paso preguntando si ella era mi novia y cada vez que le decia que no me preguntaba de nuevo e insistia en que yo le estaba mintiendo. despues me preguntaba que en donde trabajaba, si vivia sola y otras cosas... y todo esto mientras tenia los audifonos puestos para que me dejara en paz...
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3Zvt9E_6nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JHmPyalOGb4/s1600-h/Pix117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149426059225066098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3Zvt9E_6nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JHmPyalOGb4/s400/Pix117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6033863391069797708?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6033863391069797708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6033863391069797708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6033863391069797708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6033863391069797708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/mi-mejor-amiga-se-va-mudar-conmigo-por.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3Zvt9E_6mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LFjlS_yc4s4/s72-c/Pix116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2360076280198037772</id><published>2007-12-28T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:41:38.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extrañando'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from the bar
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me hace falta
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&lt;strong&gt;regesa el 6.enero.2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2360076280198037772?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2360076280198037772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2360076280198037772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2360076280198037772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2360076280198037772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-bar-me-hace-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2378513623239068013</id><published>2007-12-24T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:03.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3KHc9E_6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1Y3rSCNhZ0/s1600-h/Pix112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326255539513938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3KHc9E_6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1Y3rSCNhZ0/s400/Pix112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;me he unido al ejercito de los de audifonos blancos...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2378513623239068013?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2378513623239068013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2378513623239068013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2378513623239068013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2378513623239068013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-he-unido-al-ejercito-de-los-de.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R3KHc9E_6lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1Y3rSCNhZ0/s72-c/Pix112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6331500551371233438</id><published>2007-12-20T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:03.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.. lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R2vWpdE_6kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dDVzdKwJtww/s1600-h/Pix111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146443006869498434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R2vWpdE_6kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dDVzdKwJtww/s400/Pix111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por fin lo prove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;muchisima comida. buenisimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6331500551371233438?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6331500551371233438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6331500551371233438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6331500551371233438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6331500551371233438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmm-lunch.html' title='hmmm.. lunch'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R2vWpdE_6kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dDVzdKwJtww/s72-c/Pix111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-2622036453860563195</id><published>2007-12-17T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:11:06.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me desmaye en el subway esta manana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-2622036453860563195?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2622036453860563195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=2622036453860563195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2622036453860563195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/2622036453860563195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-desmaye-en-el-subway-esta-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-3093511314858192274</id><published>2007-12-13T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:42:56.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;voy a empezar a usar&lt;br&gt;

josie.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3093511314858192274?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3093511314858192274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3093511314858192274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3093511314858192274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3093511314858192274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/voy-empezar-usar-josie.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6789568245434935781</id><published>2007-12-13T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:43:05.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>...es verdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;M: so whats new&lt;br&gt;
J: hmmm working a lot... nothing new&lt;br&gt;
J: oh. i have a boyfriend now.&lt;br&gt;
M: wow&lt;br&gt;
M: speehless&lt;br&gt;
J: hahahaha... yeah thats how most people react when i say that&lt;br&gt;
M: who, how old, since when&lt;br&gt;
J: his name is g----, he is 27, a month&lt;br&gt;
J: met him in sept though&lt;br&gt;
M: how did you meet&lt;br&gt;
J: he bought me a falafel in the village.... the way to my heart. buy me food.&lt;br&gt;
M: wait so he just walked up on the street&lt;br&gt;
J: kinda. well. no. my friend and i were waiting to get food and he talked to uS... but everything is really blurry cause i was drunk... of course&lt;br&gt;
M: oh yes the best way&lt;br&gt;
J: yup! hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;
M: beer best way to meet the best people&lt;br&gt;
J: he is from ireland and has only been in the states for 6 years so he has a thick accent which means sometimes i dont understand him... and that and the fact that he was gone for three weeks and he is leaving again for two weeks next weekend the reason why we get along so well... hahahaha&lt;br&gt;
J: thats a good one, im gonna quote that&lt;br&gt;
M: lol&lt;br&gt;
M: perfect&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6789568245434935781?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6789568245434935781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6789568245434935781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6789568245434935781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6789568245434935781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/es-verdad.html' title='...es verdad'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8052528049240653249</id><published>2007-12-11T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:35:58.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;%$#@?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8052528049240653249?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8052528049240653249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8052528049240653249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8052528049240653249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8052528049240653249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7714082756982066602</id><published>2007-12-09T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:21:55.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quisiera ser un superheroe y protegerte contra el mal, regalarte la via lactea en un plato de cereal, llevarte al espacio sideral y volar como lo hace superman; me tienes tan debilitada, todas mis fuerzas se me van si estas aqui, y mis poderes no son nada, me siento tan normal, tan fragil, tan real
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'Espacio Sideral'
Jesse and Joy
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;esos ojos color cielo me debilitan&lt;br&gt;estoy confundida...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7714082756982066602?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7714082756982066602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7714082756982066602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7714082756982066602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7714082756982066602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/quisiera-ser-un-superheroe-y-protegerte.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-400725246997573419</id><published>2007-12-08T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:02:51.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;no voy a salir esta noche. creo que me va a dar gripe. ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;UPDATE: me dio gripe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-400725246997573419?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/400725246997573419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=400725246997573419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/400725246997573419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/400725246997573419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-voy-salir-esta-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6693122066172126189</id><published>2007-12-06T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:35:32.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>freaking out.. BIG time</title><content type='html'>todo va demasiado rapido.
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&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;from: E

to: J&lt;br&gt;
date Dec 6, 2007 1:47 PM&lt;br&gt;
subject Re: nye&lt;br&gt;
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see that's the stuff that freaks me out for you. "love, g" and picking him up at the airport. airport picking up is serious (haven't you ever seen when harry met sally!). ill say it a million times, ya'll have all the time in the world. no need to rush it.
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primero que nada, lo de "love, g" es porque asi fue que el firmo el ultimo email. y claro, teniendo en cuenta mis commitement issues, esto inmediatamente me alarmo. pero esto fue anoche. y hoy se lo conte a mi mejor amiga y le dije que lo iba a buscar al aeropuerto mañana y esa fue la respuesta que recibi. y claro que esto detono todas mis alarmas y ahora estoy en la oficina queriendo ir a correr antes de que me de un ataque de anxiedad. pero todavia faltan 2 horas y medias para irme y esta anxiedad solo crece.
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ahhh... y si estoy cometiendo un error? y si vamos muy rapido?
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oh, yo nunca he visto "when harry met sally", pero creo que elizabeth hablaba de esta parte:
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&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Harry Burns: You take someone to the airport, its clearly the beginning of the relationship. Thats why I have never taken anyone to the airport at the beginning of a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sally Albright: Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Harry Burns: Because eventually things move on and you dont take someone to the airport and I never wanted anyone to say to me, How come you never take me to the airport anymore?
&lt;br&gt;Sally Albright: Its amazing. You look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death.
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que quede claro, para mi, ir a el aeropuerto no es nada. pero aparentemente si lo es para el resto del mundo.
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ugh.
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que hago ahora? quiero correr!
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El regresa el viernes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-3257875142262279284?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3257875142262279284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=3257875142262279284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3257875142262279284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/3257875142262279284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-is-two-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-4042419211391477491</id><published>2007-12-04T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:14:08.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;he decidido que voy a ser feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;he decidido que voy a ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;he decidido que voy a ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;y como hasta ahora has hecho tan buen trabajo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;he decidido que voy a dejar que me hagas feliz.  yo no soy de esas que confian muy facil, pero nunca habia conocido alguien como tu.  asi que de ahora en adelante, pongo todas mis cartas sobre la mesa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-4042419211391477491?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4042419211391477491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=4042419211391477491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4042419211391477491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/4042419211391477491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-decidido-que-voy-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7538542400199453126</id><published>2007-12-01T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:03.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://postingny.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R1FMiNML78I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/50v0U7bHWa4/s400/PB300125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Esta mañana desde mi ventana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7538542400199453126?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7538542400199453126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7538542400199453126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7538542400199453126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7538542400199453126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-morning-world.html' title='Good Morning World'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R1FMiNML78I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/50v0U7bHWa4/s72-c/PB300125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5222288558084070275</id><published>2007-11-30T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:03.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aburrida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viernes'/><title type='text'>viernes por la noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R1FGddML77I/AAAAAAAAAFI/R05kBbriBDE/s1600-R/PB300135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138966121672339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R1FGddML77I/AAAAAAAAAFI/-pbeKwlg_sc/s400/PB300135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;estoy aburrida. trabajo mañana asi que no puedo salir esta noche. blah. asi que no tengo otra opcion que ver tele. Mañana es el 1ero de diciembre!!! Voy a celebrar mi cumpleaños durante todo el mes.





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&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;ahh we are so fucking adorable. me hace falta. ahhh... no me ha escrito desde el sabado, esta en colombia y no habla nada de español... a ver que pasa...









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ps: estoy tratando de actualizar esto con mas frequencia.

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pss: ya estoy actualizando mi otro blog... y con fotos!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5222288558084070275?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5222288558084070275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5222288558084070275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5222288558084070275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5222288558084070275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/11/viernes-por-la-noche.html' title='viernes por la noche'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R1FGddML77I/AAAAAAAAAFI/-pbeKwlg_sc/s72-c/PB300135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5979291703856647631</id><published>2007-11-27T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:16:04.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R03IjNqeN-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dOgRKexROU/s1600-h/PB260119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137983257188382690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R03IjNqeN-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dOgRKexROU/s320/PB260119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh. Estoy escribiendo desde el avión. Es uno de estos aeroplanos chiquiticos en los cuales se siente cualquier brisita. Por supuesto estaba lloviendo en Cincinnati y también está lloviendo en New York. Fantástico. Pero entonces cuando logramos sobrepasar las nubes de la tormenta, cuando estamos encima de las nubes, encima del mundo y todo, con solo las nubes y el sol como acompañante, entonces encontramos la calma. Claro, que este no parecer que va a ser un vuelo sin turbulencia. Estamos en el medio de una tormenta y siento como me sube y baja el estomago. ugh. Mientras tanto, practico Photoshop, escribo y escucho a Norah Jones. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acaban de anunciar que en vez de ir hacia New York, nos vamos para Baltimore. Por lo menos puedo decir que no ha sido un viaje aburrido. Ya no se ve nada por la ventana. Creo que esta noche me quedare en Baltimore y llegare a casa mañana. A perder otro día más de trabajo. Lo único que me molesta de esto es que no me van a pagar por la pérdida de horas. Mientras, a escuchar mas música. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y a pensar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se supone que este viaje me iba a ayudar a pensar. A separarme de la situación [¿existe esa frase en español? To get away from the situation], bueno el caso es que este viaje tenía que ayudarme a esto. Y no voy a decir que no me ha ayudado, pues si lo ha hecho, pero a la vez también sigo confundida. Se supone que debía pensar si me lo que estoy haciendo con mi vida vale la pena, en todos los sentidos pero concentrándome en el trabajo sin futuro y el novio que me adora y que yo lo le doy una entrada. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ver… el trabajo primero. Yo sé lo que tengo que hacer. Tengo que aplicar a un nuevo trabajo. Mandar mi hoja de vida, ir a entrevistas, todo eso. Yo lo sé, pero esto es lo que pasa, no sé qué es lo que quiero ser cuando ‘sea grande’. Claro, fui a una universidad, estudie por 5 años y tuve una oportunidad por la cual muchos hasta matarían. Pero con todo y toda esa preparación, aun así no se que voy a hacer. Una cosa es cierta, no quiero volver a hacer entrada de datos. Necesito algo creativo y que no requiera que yo vea lo mismo las 8 horas del dia. Aunque me encanta la paga, estoy dispuesta a sacrificarlo todo por algo que me haga feliz. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y hablando de felicidad, por que es que nunca estamos contentos. Siempre pensando que debe haber algo mejor en el futuro y no disfrutamos el presente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta es mi situación [ugh turbulencias]: tengo un novio. El es fantástico, me adora y a leguas se ve que le gusto muchísimo, tiene buen trabajo, su propio apartamento, y es un amor conmigo. Entonces, porque no puedo disfrutarlo sin pensar que quizás haya algo mejor. Mi mejor amiga me dice que nunca se imaginaria que yo saldría con alguien como el. Pero, con el soy [tengo que apagar. Ya vamos a aterrizar – deja vu]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-family:'Souvenir Lt BT','serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5979291703856647631?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5979291703856647631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5979291703856647631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5979291703856647631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5979291703856647631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/R03IjNqeN-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dOgRKexROU/s72-c/PB260119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-8129698977721264594</id><published>2007-07-02T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:56:59.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harta.cansada. aburrida.









es tiempo de viajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-8129698977721264594?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8129698977721264594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=8129698977721264594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8129698977721264594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/8129698977721264594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6757460755831153405</id><published>2007-06-14T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:23:19.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>HELP ME - AYUDENME!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so... my best friend is leaving to england for 5 months and im throwing her a surprise von voyage british themed party (got that?). I need as many ideas as possible. Any thoughts?


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Mi mejor amiga se va para inglaterra por cinco meses. Estoy organizando una fiesta sorpresa de despedida centrada alrededor de todo lo que tenga que ver con inglaterra. ideas porfa.
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J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6757460755831153405?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6757460755831153405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6757460755831153405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6757460755831153405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6757460755831153405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/help-me-ayudenme.html' title='HELP ME - AYUDENME!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-723037296034176368</id><published>2007-06-13T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:41:18.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>sigo aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no he desaparecido. es que tengo muchisimo trabajo en la oficina ultimamente y por eso no he tenido tiempo de escribir. lo unico bueno de esto es que me la paso ocupada y el dia vuela.
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he decidido tomar las riendas de mi vida. ya es tiempo de que tome decisiones que me hagan feliz. estoy cansada de estar triste, asi que voy a cambiar algunas cosas. empezando por renunciar a mi trabajo en el gimnasio. el lunes voy a poner mi aviso de dos semanas. estoy harta de lo mal que me tratan alli. se que voy a extrañar a varias de las personas que trabajan alli, pero ya. enough is enough.
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looking forward to some free weekends.
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music: mika: love today
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mood: hopeful, relieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-723037296034176368?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/723037296034176368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=723037296034176368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/723037296034176368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/723037296034176368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigo-aqui.html' title='sigo aqui'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-6783787702711541734</id><published>2007-06-04T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:15:09.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mondays...</title><content type='html'>are such a drag...

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music: amy winehouse: rehab
&lt;BR&gt;mood: happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-6783787702711541734?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6783787702711541734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=6783787702711541734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6783787702711541734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/6783787702711541734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/mondays.html' title='mondays...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-7461344608657916931</id><published>2007-06-01T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:07:28.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>oh dear god, please let it be off, please, please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;te vi anoche. me cogiste de sorpresa, estaba hablando con una amiga, voltee la cabeza hacia la derecha, y ahi estabas. &lt;strong&gt;we locked eyes&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;i looked away&lt;/strong&gt;. se me olvido lo que estaba diciendo y no me voltee hasta que supe que te habias ido. luego cuando recobre la cordura, camine hacia donde estabas y me diste una de esas miradas que me sabes dar [ah como te destesto]. mas tare hablamos, y ya estabas cambiado en ropa de calle. and you looked so good. ah. no se. estoy confundida. es obvio, pero no se si quiero volver a esa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;montaña rusa emocional&lt;/span&gt;. el subir y bajar me mata. ademas, no se ni porque estoy pensando todo esto, si claro no dijiste nada referente a salir de nuevo ni nada por el estio. claro que cuando hiciste el comentario de que hace tiempo que no me veias, rapidamente te dije que no era mi culpa si no tuya. pero, why... why did you have to look so good? y porque me miraste asi. esa mirada con la que me dices muchisimas cosas sin necesidad de pronunciar palabras. y me diste ese abrazo that lingered por mas tiempo del necesario. me dijiste que me veia bien, y querias saber de mi. que si es que estas super ocupado o no se que otra cosa. y senti mi estomago dar vueltas. ah fuck.
pero, quizas todo esta en mi imaginacion. quizas me lo estoy inventando todo. quizas. pero quizas no. lo peor es que no se si quiero que sea un figmento de mi imaginacion o no.
i was doing so good.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah. lo unico que me queda hacer es respirar y darle gracias a dios que no sabes acerca de este blog y aun asi no importa pues no hablas español. y esperar que ya no sienta nada mas por ti. please go, please let it be off... porfa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;music: fall out boy: thanks for the memories
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mood: no se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-7461344608657916931?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7461344608657916931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=7461344608657916931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7461344608657916931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/7461344608657916931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-dear-god-please-let-it-be-off-please.html' title='oh dear god, please let it be off, please, please...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625480.post-5978858110115439329</id><published>2007-05-31T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:29:52.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baby its fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;escuchando la misma cancion el dia entero. tengo que ir a trabajar despues de trabajar.
quien sabe lo que pase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;music: hellogoodbye: baby its fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mood: ...good question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625480-5978858110115439329?l=sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5978858110115439329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7625480&amp;postID=5978858110115439329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5978858110115439329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7625480/posts/default/5978858110115439329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin_confesarlo.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-its-fact-escuchando-la-misma.html' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487161256139328980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6J6UtpC9o4s/SDRemzklnOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/b-DvpuH2omQ/S220/PB260119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
