<?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-8721376392456494947</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:58:20.092-03:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><category term='opinionated'/><category term='forradas'/><category term='sinceramente'/><category term='the futura ingeniera'/><category term='in the city of blinding lights'/><category term='None'/><category term='crazy little thing called love'/><category term='lol'/><category term='cosas de la vida'/><category term='geek is better'/><category term='internet'/><category term='lyrics from the heart'/><category term='boludeces'/><category term='let me rant a little'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='for the love of blogging'/><category term='microblogging'/><category term='f*ck it'/><category term='i may sound like a b*tch but..'/><title type='text'>watch the clouds with me &amp;#9829</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-114698550480176307</id><published>2012-01-24T16:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:54:41.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansancio</title><content type='html'>Cansancio del que no se va con dormir unas horas más.&lt;br /&gt;Cansancio que no se pasa con vacaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Cansancio desde hace 5 años.&lt;br /&gt;Cansancio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-114698550480176307?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=114698550480176307' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo bueno de cumplir más años es que cada vez esperás menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1354144589399570582?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1354144589399570582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1354144589399570582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1354144589399570582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2012/01/lo-bueno-de-cumplir-mas-anos-es-que.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4642691648202118442</id><published>2011-12-17T12:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:32:17.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;“To live is the rarest thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Most people exist, that is all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4642691648202118442?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4642691648202118442' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4642691648202118442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4642691648202118442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1657440834685872035</id><published>2011-11-03T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:56:49.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>Por qué ser vegetariano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EOO5ugHK22w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch and learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1657440834685872035?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1657440834685872035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1657440834685872035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1657440834685872035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/11/por-que-ser-vegetariano.html' title='Por qué ser vegetariano'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EOO5ugHK22w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4255042815279338880</id><published>2011-10-26T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:39:23.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;DOS VERSIONES, DE LA MISMA HISTORIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VERSIÓN CLÁSICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;- La &lt;span class="fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hormiga trabaja a brazo partido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; todo el verano bajo un calor aplastante. Construye su casa y se aprovisiona de víveres para el invierno. La cigarra piensa que la hormiga es tonta y se pasa el verano riendo, bailando y jugando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;- Cuando llega el invierno, la hormiga se refugia en su casita donde tiene todo lo que le hace falta hasta la primavera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;- La cigarra, tiritando, sin comida y sin cobijo, muere de frío.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTRA VERSIÓN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;La&lt;span class="fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; hormiga trabaja a brazo partido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; todo el verano bajo un calor aplastante. Construye su casa y se aprovisiona de víveres para el invierno. La cigarra piensa que la hormiga es tonta y se pasa el verano riendo, bailando y jugando. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cuando llega el invierno, la hormiga se refugia en su casita donde tiene todo lo que le hace falta hasta la primavera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; La cigarra, tiritando, organiza una rueda de prensa en la que se pregunta&lt;strong&gt; por qué la hormiga tiene derecho a vivienda y comida, cuando hay otros, con menos suerte que ella, que tienen frío y hambre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;La televisión organiza un programa en vivo en el que la &lt;strong&gt;cigarra sale pasando frío y calamidades, y a la vez muestran extractos del video de la hormiga bien calientita en su casa y con la mesa llena de comida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo mundo se sorprende de que en un país próspero como el suyo dejen sufrir a la pobre cigarra mientras hay otros que viven en la abundancia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Las asociaciones contra la pobreza, la APPO,la Sección 22 y la Comisión de Derechos Humanos se manifiestan delante de la casa de la hormiga y la pintarrajean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Los periodistas organizan una serie de artículos en los qu&lt;strong&gt;e cuestionan cómo la hormiga se ha enriquecido a espaldas de la cigarra... e instan al público a opinar en sus encuestas telefónicas y on line, a través de una mañosa pregunta donde tienen qué escoger si son partidarios de la igualdad o de la discriminación.&lt;/strong&gt;  (Como la&lt;strong&gt; 'egoísta e insensible hormiga'&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Respondiendo a las encuestas de opinión, el congreso se pronuncia por una Ley sobre la igualdad económica y una Ley Anti-discriminación.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los&lt;span class="fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt; impuestos a la hormiga son elevados notoriamente&lt;/span&gt; y por si fuera poco, se le asigna una altísima multa porque no se hizo cargo de la cigarra, en el invierno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La hormiga decepcionada, empaca y termina por irse a otro país, donde su esfuerzo sea reconocido y pueda disfrutar libremente de los frutos de su trabajo... donde no se le juzgue ni se le castigue, cuando tenga éxito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;La antigua casa de la hormiga se convierte en &lt;span class="fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;albergue social para cigarras que esperan a que alguien llegue a donarles el alimento y los recursos para sobrevivir dignamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Al gobierno se le reprocha no poner los medios necesarios. Los partidos proponen una comisión de investigación pluripartidista, que costará 100 millones de pesos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Entretanto la cigarra muere de una sobredosis de holganza, comida y cerveza. Los medios de comunicación comentan el fracaso del gobierno para corregir las desigualdades sociales y la injusticia económica..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;La casa termina siendo ocupada por una banda de arañas inmigrantes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUALQUIER SEMEJANZA CON ALGUNA REALIDAD EN NUESTRO PAÍS, DESDE LUEGO, ES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; la pura y real verdad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4255042815279338880?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4255042815279338880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4255042815279338880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4255042815279338880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/10/dos-versiones-de-la-misma-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2774736574769090128</id><published>2011-10-06T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:22:21.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Maybe it's time to be clear about who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who is looking for love.&lt;br /&gt;Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient,&lt;br /&gt;consuming can't live without each other love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&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/8721376392456494947-2774736574769090128?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2774736574769090128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2774736574769090128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2774736574769090128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-its-time-to-be-clear-about-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7145934111406950792</id><published>2011-07-25T22:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:46:21.939-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me rant a little'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo 22 años y nunca voté. Me correspondía hacerlo en el 2007 pero no lo hice por una cuestión de distancia. Lamentablemente pronto hay elecciones de nuevo. Igual, no me interesa votar en lo mas mínimo. Para que?&lt;br /&gt;Este país no lo va a arreglar nadie. Y no es una visión pesimista, sino realista. Estos políticos de pacotilla lo único que hacen son planes mediocres y un par de obras pedorras para lograr la reelección, cuando lo necesario para realmente ayudar al país es un plan a largo plazo. Pero claro, nadie lo va a iniciar porque no lo va a poder ver finalizado, porque no les interesa, y porque no les conviene. Entonces nadie hace nada.&lt;br /&gt;Lindo el país.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7145934111406950792?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7145934111406950792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7145934111406950792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7145934111406950792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/tengo-22-anos-y-nunca-vote.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2779176685469551061</id><published>2011-07-24T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:27:45.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy empezando a escuchar al corazon que tanto intente callar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2779176685469551061?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2779176685469551061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2779176685469551061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2779176685469551061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/estoy-empezando-escuchar-al-corazon-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3266459620364613835</id><published>2011-07-14T22:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:25:57.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Licenciatura: 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3266459620364613835?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3266459620364613835' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3266459620364613835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3266459620364613835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/licenciatura-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3822814144895074607</id><published>2011-07-11T16:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:52:27.647-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><title type='text'>Decisiones</title><content type='html'>En un intento por preservar mi integridad emocional, voy a sacrificar mi salud física y mental.&lt;div&gt;La universidad ha dejado de ser una algo digno de extrañar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sé que esto es lo mejor para el futuro un poco más lejano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3822814144895074607?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3822814144895074607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3822814144895074607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3822814144895074607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisiones.html' title='Decisiones'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3257654875554052704</id><published>2011-07-04T19:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:09:25.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>Today's facts</title><content type='html'>1) Hoy cobré mi primer sueldo.. y hoy es el día de la independencia en Estados Unidos (?)&lt;div&gt;2) Hoy, por primera vez en mi vida, abandoné una materia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Si todo marcha bien, en 10 días me recibo de licenciada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3257654875554052704?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3257654875554052704' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3257654875554052704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3257654875554052704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/todays-facts.html' title='Today&apos;s facts'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1879021380471385249</id><published>2011-07-01T21:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:07:59.001-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy cumplo un mes de trabajo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1879021380471385249?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1879021380471385249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1879021380471385249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1879021380471385249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoy-cumplo-un-mes-de-trabajo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7430255583357607222</id><published>2011-07-01T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:06:47.686-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;2. No one understands.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm all alone. &lt;br /&gt;4. This situation I'm in is never going to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7430255583357607222?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7430255583357607222' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7430255583357607222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7430255583357607222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6545498349856827326</id><published>2011-07-01T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:05:46.968-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este es uno de esos momentos en que lo haria. Pero no.. Pienso en ellos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6545498349856827326?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6545498349856827326' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6545498349856827326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6545498349856827326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/07/este-es-uno-de-esos-momentos-en-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-240547599305838103</id><published>2011-06-27T07:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:26:56.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que deberían abolir el fútbol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-240547599305838103?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=240547599305838103' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/240547599305838103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/240547599305838103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/creo-que-deberian-abolir-el-futbol.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7758506058238992649</id><published>2011-06-25T18:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:29:33.671-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'>Porcelain Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why do they leave me all by myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they use me and bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anybody stick around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone stay here?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?&lt;br /&gt;Small, unsure, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Breakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sit here, waiting to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Something good will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Many people look through the windows&lt;br /&gt;But seldom do they ever look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone stay here?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?&lt;br /&gt;Fragile, helpless, unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Breakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't tell that I am sweet&lt;br /&gt;They can't tell I'm like a porcelain doll&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and demure&lt;br /&gt;But they will lie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not numb to this?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I let it all outside my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me sit here collecting dust&lt;br /&gt;But please be careful, please be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone stay here?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?&lt;br /&gt;Lost, alone, unsure&lt;br /&gt;Kind, demure, small&lt;br /&gt;Fragile, helpless&lt;br /&gt;Breakable&lt;br /&gt;Breakable&lt;/span&gt;&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/8721376392456494947-7758506058238992649?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7758506058238992649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7758506058238992649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7758506058238992649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-do-they-leave-me-all-by-myself-why.html' title='Porcelain Doll'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-915743525122607799</id><published>2011-06-24T21:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:04:07.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i may sound like a b*tch but..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ser discapacitado no te habilita para faltarle el respeto a los demás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-915743525122607799?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=915743525122607799' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/915743525122607799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/915743525122607799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-discapacitado-no-de-habilita-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4242485663652340717</id><published>2011-06-22T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:27:32.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La lluvia y la gente que dice que le gusta la lluvia me ponen de mal humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4242485663652340717?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4242485663652340717' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4242485663652340717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4242485663652340717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-lluvia-y-la-gente-que-dice-que-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7792295577229476075</id><published>2011-06-15T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:13:32.713-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esto no tiene sentido. No tuvo, ni tiene, ni tendrá.&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente, me recuerdo: tengo que esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Todavía no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7792295577229476075?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7792295577229476075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7792295577229476075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7792295577229476075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/esto-no-tiene-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3545888695816462324</id><published>2011-06-07T07:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:29:18.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y ya sabemos como termina esta historia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3545888695816462324?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3545888695816462324' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3545888695816462324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3545888695816462324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/y-ya-sabemos-como-termina-esta-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7654326415520534834</id><published>2011-06-05T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:29:06.574-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces, y solo a veces, escribo genialidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7654326415520534834?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7654326415520534834' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7654326415520534834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7654326415520534834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/veces-y-solo-veces-escribo-genialidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8259762930397188381</id><published>2011-06-05T22:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:08:36.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. We can't be friends. We're breaking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8259762930397188381?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8259762930397188381' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8259762930397188381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8259762930397188381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-5459440667418899379</id><published>2011-06-04T19:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:45:40.320-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te extraño y te desconozco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-5459440667418899379?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=5459440667418899379' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5459440667418899379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5459440667418899379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/te-extrano-y-te-desconozco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8488802312185568160</id><published>2011-06-04T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:25:07.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces siento que lo perdi todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8488802312185568160?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8488802312185568160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8488802312185568160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8488802312185568160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/veces-siento-que-lo-perdi-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2072677424306892175</id><published>2011-06-01T20:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:39:52.649-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primer dia de trabajo de mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2072677424306892175?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2072677424306892175' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2072677424306892175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2072677424306892175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/primer-dia-de-trabajo-de-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8831708943212482095</id><published>2011-05-25T13:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:12:25.938-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detesto a los medios. Son como la gente. La gente es como ellos. Claro, no podria ser de otra manera. Son tal para cual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8831708943212482095?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8831708943212482095' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8831708943212482095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8831708943212482095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/05/detesto-los-medios.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4281085456874716923</id><published>2011-05-23T14:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:40:09.013-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una de las cosas que mas me molesta en la gente es la falsedad. Fallutez. Haganme el favor, no me dirijan la palabra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4281085456874716923?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4281085456874716923' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4281085456874716923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4281085456874716923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/05/una-de-las-cosas-que-mas-me-molesta-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4841899530034018962</id><published>2011-05-22T18:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:16:01.816-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No entiendo. No entiendo como un 5to año de ingenieria puede comportarse como un 1er año de secundario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4841899530034018962?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4841899530034018962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4841899530034018962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4841899530034018962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-entiendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6764395616637794620</id><published>2011-05-22T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:05:04.972-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling like an outsider. Always have and always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6764395616637794620?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6764395616637794620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6764395616637794620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6764395616637794620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-like-outsider.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1580602715384053327</id><published>2011-05-22T17:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:59:20.135-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Duermo, porque tengo mal de amores.&lt;br /&gt;Dormiria una eternidad. El sueño es mejor que la realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1580602715384053327?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1580602715384053327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1580602715384053327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1580602715384053327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/05/duermo-porque-tengo-mal-de-amores.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8120438784102909235</id><published>2011-04-25T23:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:51:21.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busco paz. Paz interior.&lt;br /&gt;Hago lo que sea necesario.&lt;br /&gt;Como lograrlo con tanta angustia adentro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8120438784102909235?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8120438784102909235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8120438784102909235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8120438784102909235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/04/busco-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-294105408849187292</id><published>2011-04-01T09:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:48:02.384-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La gente cambia o reprime? Digo, cambia realmente o siempre fue de cierta manera y en algun momento deja ver lo que antes ocultaba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-294105408849187292?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=294105408849187292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/294105408849187292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/294105408849187292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-gente-cambia-o-reprime-digo-cambia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-84461926760703683</id><published>2011-03-29T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:59:05.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy furiosa y podria escribir muchas cosas pero necesito calmarme primero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-84461926760703683?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=84461926760703683' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/84461926760703683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/84461926760703683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/03/estoy-furiosa-y-podria-escribir-muchas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7574680037722153603</id><published>2011-02-09T13:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:06:47.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A fight is going on inside me&lt;/span&gt;," he said to the boy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The one you feed&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/8721376392456494947-7574680037722153603?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7574680037722153603' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7574680037722153603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7574680037722153603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-cherokee-is-teaching-his-grandson.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4960565143718225324</id><published>2011-02-05T21:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:26:56.174-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Desde android&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4960565143718225324?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4960565143718225324' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4960565143718225324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4960565143718225324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/02/test_05.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4816566768624026299</id><published>2011-01-11T13:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:44:57.594-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11/1/11&lt;br /&gt;Mañana cumplo 22 años.&lt;br /&gt;Entrada numero 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los numeros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4816566768624026299?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4816566768624026299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4816566768624026299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4816566768624026299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/01/11111-manana-cumplo-22-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-26354031632230281</id><published>2011-01-11T13:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:41:52.357-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pasamos tantos años disimulando, ocultando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-26354031632230281?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=26354031632230281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/26354031632230281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/26354031632230281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2011/01/pasamos-tantos-anos-disimulando.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-463118714417142236</id><published>2010-12-30T12:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:20:31.827-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por un año mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Por un año en el que haga las cosas bien.&lt;br /&gt;En el 2010 ocurrió (casi) todo lo impensable.&lt;br /&gt;Que sera del 2011?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-463118714417142236?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=463118714417142236' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/463118714417142236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/463118714417142236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-un-ano-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-85131253235524559</id><published>2010-12-24T12:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:23:30.877-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No me interesa la navidad en lo mas minimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-85131253235524559?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=85131253235524559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/85131253235524559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/85131253235524559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-me-interesa-la-navidad-en-lo-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-629151285950031310</id><published>2010-12-09T19:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:34:16.669-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay veces que si no escribo, exploto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-629151285950031310?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=629151285950031310' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/629151285950031310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/629151285950031310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/12/hay-veces-que-si-no-escribo-exploto.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-5707499707668929756</id><published>2010-11-26T19:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:03:28.502-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>Hay algo que no odies?</title><content type='html'>Mi familia, mis amigos, los animales, las verduras, el verano, la inteligencia, el color negro y el aire puro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-5707499707668929756?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=5707499707668929756' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5707499707668929756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5707499707668929756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/11/hay-algo-que-no-odies.html' title='Hay algo que no odies?'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2326773701825086585</id><published>2010-11-12T21:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:21:18.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy tan decepcionada con todo y todos que ya no se que hacer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, en realidad si se que hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no puedo hacerlo todavia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2326773701825086585?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2326773701825086585' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2326773701825086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2326773701825086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/11/estoy-tan-decepcionada-con-todo-y-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7434932101013453576</id><published>2010-09-23T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:54:05.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;lunes 2 de abril de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                    &lt;a name="3204875382546976914"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  .. mirame, quien sabe a donde llegare?&lt;br /&gt;tomame, no hay suelo ya donde caer ,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas que extraño tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7434932101013453576?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7434932101013453576' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7434932101013453576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7434932101013453576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/09/lunes-2-de-abril-de-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8719559884245058299</id><published>2010-07-11T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:36:06.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'>Chiquitita</title><content type='html'>Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're enchained by your own sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In  your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;How I hate to see you like  this&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you can deny it&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're oh so  sad, so quiet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8719559884245058299?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8719559884245058299' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8719559884245058299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8719559884245058299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/07/chiquitita.html' title='Chiquitita'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6791225097217832456</id><published>2010-07-06T08:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:08:42.020-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>There are a few people</title><content type='html'>"There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I  think well.  The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied  with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all  human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the  appearance of either merit or sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6791225097217832456?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6791225097217832456' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6791225097217832456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6791225097217832456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-few-people.html' title='There are a few people'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6048625104812865552</id><published>2010-07-05T12:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:47:51.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.</title><content type='html'>If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a  house, she’ll give you a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give her groceries,  she’ll give you a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a smile, she’ll give you  her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me pareció genial, jaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6048625104812865552?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6048625104812865552' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6048625104812865552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6048625104812865552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-you-give-woman-she-will-make.html' title='Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7713446799655181410</id><published>2010-06-18T14:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:51:51.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me molesta la gente mierda. La gente que es mierda con otra gente.&lt;br /&gt;Motivo de este post? el mismo que el de el post anterior al ultimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7713446799655181410?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7713446799655181410' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7713446799655181410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7713446799655181410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-molesta-la-gente-mierda.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4775507960261152231</id><published>2010-06-17T21:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:30:15.352-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>All or nothing</title><content type='html'>Cada día siento que mi vida gira en torno a una política de "todo o nada".&lt;br /&gt;Siempre quiero más.&lt;br /&gt;Será que con lo que tengo no me alcanza?&lt;br /&gt;Mi pelo: las puntas rubias, ayer mas rubias.. Temo llegar a terminar rubia (no por dior)&lt;br /&gt;Estudio todo o no estudio nada.&lt;br /&gt;Como todo o no como nada.&lt;br /&gt;Salgo todo el dia o me quedo encerrada; no salgo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Veo un capitulo de una serie y quiero ver mas.&lt;br /&gt;Me enojo con alguien y me enojo con todos.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy triste por algo y luego me entristece todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldita sea mi incapacidad para encontrar el justo medio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4775507960261152231?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4775507960261152231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4775507960261152231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4775507960261152231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or nothing'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1070009261611520759</id><published>2010-06-17T21:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:23:52.283-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy horrorizada.&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de leer un blog con un post sobre unas "gordas" sobre las cuales la autora del blog realizaba un par de comentarios nada agradables.. Su crítica: que las "gordas" se hacian las lindas, que cómo pueden subir esas fotos?, que pretenden ser sexies, etc.. Y sus fotos incluidas, obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me quede callada (no hubiera podido) y educadamente le comente a la autora de dicho post mi opinion.&lt;br /&gt;No soporto que la gente haga comentarios denigrantes sobre los demas. Mucho menos cuando son totalmente erroneos.. Yo, personalmente, envidio su confianza en sí mismas y ojalá tuviese al menos un 10% del amor propio que tan groseramente fue criticado en el post en cuestión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, necesitaba sacarlo. Fue hiriente.&lt;br /&gt;Y además, que pasaría si esa persona fuera yo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1070009261611520759?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1070009261611520759' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1070009261611520759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1070009261611520759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/estoy-horrorizada.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8603329695068496676</id><published>2010-06-11T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:03:07.153-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost 5 years since I passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8603329695068496676?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8603329695068496676' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8603329695068496676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8603329695068496676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-almost-5-years-since-i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8932099055709839308</id><published>2010-06-04T16:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:47:27.685-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me empiezo a acordar de cosas. No festejé (?) algunos hechos importantes de mi vida que solía mencionar en el blog. En el orden en que se dieron, son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio de 2009:&lt;br /&gt;Analista: 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Si, analista en sistemas. Aunque faltan 2 años más para mi objetivo final.. Bueno, ya casi 1 y medio a la altura del año en que estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diciembre 2009:&lt;br /&gt;Más cerca de la Ingeniería, mucho mas de la Licenciatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enero 2010:&lt;br /&gt;Mis 21 años.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8932099055709839308?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8932099055709839308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8932099055709839308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8932099055709839308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuando-me-empiezo-acordar-de-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4856817568827155263</id><published>2010-06-04T16:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:39:14.853-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forradas'/><title type='text'>Forradas</title><content type='html'>Qué forra que es la gente.&lt;br /&gt;Me cansaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como reinaguración del blog, que debería haber sido hace 2 días (era mi plan original - después de un año), con esta entrada agrego un nuevo tag.. No se como es posible que no lo tenía incluido todavía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4856817568827155263?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4856817568827155263' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4856817568827155263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4856817568827155263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-forra-que-es-la-gente.html' title='Forradas'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-5377986412918152509</id><published>2010-05-26T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:11:23.812-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Va a hacer 1 año. Prometo volver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-5377986412918152509?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=5377986412918152509' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5377986412918152509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5377986412918152509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2010/05/va-hacer-1-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6352676205384541695</id><published>2009-06-02T18:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:16:45.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'>cansada</title><content type='html'>cansada de ser mi marido, mi mujer, mi madre, mi padre, mi hija.. mi profesora y mi estudiante, mi maestra y mi aprendiz.. mi ama y mi sirvienta, mi paciente y mi psicóloga, mi ayuda y mi problema, mi pregunta y mi respuesta, mi alegría y mi tristeza.. y tantas cosas mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6352676205384541695?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6352676205384541695' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6352676205384541695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6352676205384541695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansada.html' title='cansada'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1354084301059673578</id><published>2009-05-25T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:40:12.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is the princess safe in her palace ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1354084301059673578?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1354084301059673578' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1354084301059673578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1354084301059673578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-princess-safe-in-her-palace.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2944019887355822873</id><published>2009-05-23T13:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:45:34.654-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Maybe you're the same as me &lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see &lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2944019887355822873?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2944019887355822873' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2944019887355822873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2944019887355822873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-youre-same-as-me-we-see-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-640327556102488900</id><published>2009-04-14T19:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:05:06.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"La felicidad es no tener que pensar en ella"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Séneca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-640327556102488900?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=640327556102488900' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/640327556102488900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/640327556102488900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-felicidad-es-no-tener-que-pensar-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1941417522024777040</id><published>2009-04-10T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:43:52.571-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microblogging'/><title type='text'>oh make me over</title><content type='html'>i wish I was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1941417522024777040?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1941417522024777040' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1941417522024777040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1941417522024777040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-make-me-over.html' title='oh make me over'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-605241168676918021</id><published>2009-04-09T22:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:24:34.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no te preocupes, paloma..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-605241168676918021?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=605241168676918021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/605241168676918021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/605241168676918021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-te-preocupes-paloma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8290063490257473929</id><published>2009-03-06T16:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:08:57.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vi este Ad y me pareció fabuloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWZAhcdi8eY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWZAhcdi8eY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/8721376392456494947-8290063490257473929?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8290063490257473929' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8290063490257473929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8290063490257473929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/03/vi-este-ad-y-me-parecio-fabuloso.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-58965051875001356</id><published>2009-03-05T20:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:56:34.714-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'>Mi vida</title><content type='html'>Ay!!! me resisto a tener un celular &lt;br /&gt;como un perro que no quiere su collar, &lt;br /&gt;será que por el mundo no me quiero dejar encontrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y controlar a otros no nos hizo bien, &lt;br /&gt;así fue como aprendimos a querer, &lt;br /&gt;que pena que no llevo sangre guaraní… &lt;br /&gt;(yo soy de aquí) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay!!! detrás de una meta hay una maldición, &lt;br /&gt;seguir el camino de la insatisfacción, &lt;br /&gt;accidentalmente soy de mente occidental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se que estoy haciendo aquí &lt;br /&gt;con tantas ofertas para mi, &lt;br /&gt;solo quiero encontrarte y que me sepas perdonar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, estas herida, &lt;br /&gt;te ves dolida por falta de amor… &lt;br /&gt;mi vida, estas perdida, &lt;br /&gt;si aun estas viva, donde estés, estoy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo memoria para mas dolor, &lt;br /&gt;ni mas vitaminas para tanta evasión, &lt;br /&gt;tengo las orejas cerradas con un gran tapón... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que no entre tanta confusión, &lt;br /&gt;falsa información para no saber quien soy, &lt;br /&gt;ni de donde vengo, ni adonde voy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el sacrificio ya no tengo edad, &lt;br /&gt;para quedar loco unos años mas, &lt;br /&gt;para ser mejor no tengo vocación, &lt;br /&gt;me falta convicción, sobra desilusión &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, estas herida, &lt;br /&gt;te ves dolida por falta de amor… &lt;br /&gt;mi vida, estas perdida, &lt;br /&gt;si aun estas viva, donde estés, estoy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida, estas herida, &lt;br /&gt;te ves dolida por falta de amor… &lt;br /&gt;mi vida, estas perdida, &lt;br /&gt;si aun estas viva, donde estés, estoy, &lt;br /&gt;a donde vayas voy, en donde estés, estoy… &lt;br /&gt;mi vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-58965051875001356?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=58965051875001356' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/58965051875001356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/58965051875001356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-vida.html' title='Mi vida'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8423642041472227878</id><published>2009-03-04T17:40:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:49:01.633-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boludeces'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Donde esta la persona a la cual le entregaste tu corazon por primera vez?: nose&lt;br /&gt;Como te sentiste al despertar?: con picazon (alergia)&lt;br /&gt;Tu ex te llama, y te dice que el/ella quiere regresar contigo, ¿qué haces?: perdiste tu oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Que estas pensando en estos momentos?: que se me acaban las vacaciones&lt;br /&gt;Deseas que alguien estuviera a tu lado ahora?: no en este instante&lt;br /&gt;A que hora te dormiste anoche?: 12 y algo&lt;br /&gt;Aun le hablas a la ultima persona que te lastimo?: no&lt;br /&gt;Donde compraste lo que tienes puesto?: bs as&lt;br /&gt;Hay alguien en tu mente en estos momentos?: siempre hay&lt;br /&gt;Que escuchas ahorita?: la radio&lt;br /&gt;Cantaste hoy?:  si :p&lt;br /&gt;La ultima vez que lloraste?: hace como 2 semanas&lt;br /&gt;Crees en el amor?: define amor&lt;br /&gt;Extrañas a alguien?: si&lt;br /&gt;Maldices mucho: jaja si&lt;br /&gt;Perdonas facilmente?: no&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien te quiere, desearias saberlo?: no siempre, a veces solo complica mas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando fue la ultima vez que hablaste con tu hermana o hermano?: no me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Desearias saber con quien te vas a casar algun dia?: no&lt;br /&gt;Prefieres vivir en Antartida o Africa?: ninguna =/ africa?&lt;br /&gt;En verdad eras sincero/a la ultima vez que dijiste te amo?: si&lt;br /&gt;Esta bien besar a alguien cuando estas soltero/a aunque no sea tu pareja?: yo no soy quien para decir si esta bien o mal.. dpende de la situacion&lt;br /&gt;Crees que estaras casado en 10 años?: no&lt;br /&gt;Te truenas los dedos?: no&lt;br /&gt;Eres dueño de lentes estilo Ray-ban?: no&lt;br /&gt;Saldrias a la calle asi como andas vestido en estos momentos?: no jaja&lt;br /&gt;Quieres regresar a la escuela?: a veces&lt;br /&gt;Puedes aguantar que te digan la verdad?: si&lt;br /&gt;Te pintas las uñas?: si&lt;br /&gt;Usas tacones?: ojala, me encantaria jaja&lt;br /&gt;Nombra algunos de tus colores favoritos?: negro, rojo&lt;br /&gt;Te sabes el cumpleaños de tu papa?: si&lt;br /&gt;Cuando es tu cumpleaños?: 12 enero&lt;br /&gt;Que desayunaste esta mañana?: tostadas, cafe&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez te has sentido reemplazado?: si&lt;br /&gt;Lees los horoscopos?: a veces&lt;br /&gt;Quien fue la ultima persona con la que te tomaste una foto?: E&lt;br /&gt;Es facil que la gente te haga sentir incomodo/a?: si&lt;br /&gt;Alguien te odia por cualquier razon?: si, obvio&lt;br /&gt;Haz pensado en cambiarte de religion?: no, no tengo religion..&lt;br /&gt;Haz besado a alguien la cual su nombre empiece con G?: si&lt;br /&gt;Quieres a alguien de regreso en tu vida?: no&lt;br /&gt;Eres bueno para dar direcciones?: no :p&lt;br /&gt;haz lamido a alguien en el cachete?: no&lt;br /&gt;Prefieres climas calurosos o frios?: calurosoo!&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez haz hecho enojar a alguien al grado que la persona quebrara algo?: si&lt;br /&gt;Si pudieras retroceder el tiempo, que tanto lo regresrias?: a mis 13/14, a los 15, a los 17 ....&lt;br /&gt;Piensas que tu ex se merece la muerte?: no&lt;br /&gt;Le haz roto el corazon a alguien?: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Alguien te ha dicho que desea pasar el resto de su vida contigo?: no&lt;br /&gt;Crees que puedas durar por lo menos 3 meses en una relacion?: si, pude, puedo, podre&lt;br /&gt;Haz perdido amigos en los ultimos 3 años?: uff.. mas de un par&lt;br /&gt;Hablas de tus sentimientos o te los reservas?:soy bastante reservada&lt;br /&gt;Estas feliz?: indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Te fuiste a la cama sonriendo?: no&lt;br /&gt;Tienes miedo a enamorarte profundamente de alguien?: no&lt;br /&gt;Escuchas tu musica a un nivel ruidoso o calmado?: depende de mi humor&lt;br /&gt;Te gustan las peliculas de terror?: no, las odio&lt;br /&gt;Prefieres estar en tu casa o salir?: depende&lt;br /&gt;Que te gusta del invierno?: nada&lt;br /&gt;Cual a sido el mejor año en tu vida?: no se&lt;br /&gt;Sonries por cosas insignificantes? : a veces&lt;br /&gt;Porque fue lo ultimo que reiste?: ayer un par de escenas de sex and the city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8423642041472227878?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8423642041472227878' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8423642041472227878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8423642041472227878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/03/donde-esta-la-persona-la-cual-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1098416651081513120</id><published>2009-02-19T23:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:29:41.937-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;: I simply must get through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doorknob&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;: You mean impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doorknob&lt;/span&gt;: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1098416651081513120?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1098416651081513120' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1098416651081513120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1098416651081513120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/02/alice-i-simply-must-get-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6836766998845850509</id><published>2009-02-11T16:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:16:13.940-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'>oh yeah the grass is green</title><content type='html'>but can you tell me can you feel it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6836766998845850509?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6836766998845850509' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6836766998845850509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6836766998845850509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-yeah-grass-is-green.html' title='oh yeah the grass is green'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4494196619869384669</id><published>2009-02-10T18:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:22:09.896-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y ahora que me toca irme.. no estoy tan segura.&lt;br /&gt;no me uses, no me mientas, y no me tomes por idiota.&lt;br /&gt;al fin y al cabo you don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;y deberias saber que..&lt;br /&gt;estoy segura.&lt;br /&gt;acaso te remuerde la conciencia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4494196619869384669?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4494196619869384669' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4494196619869384669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4494196619869384669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-ahora-que-me-toca-irme.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-5480571252084121179</id><published>2009-02-10T16:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:48:40.381-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>Hasta el fin del mundo</title><content type='html'>Tu no te imaginas&lt;br /&gt;Lo que siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;Como me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estas lejos de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me dejaras&lt;br /&gt;No sabria que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Cambiaria mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Me podria enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pido a Dios que ese momento nunca llegue&lt;br /&gt;Y que proteja nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Como tu no existen dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el fin del mundo te iría a buscar&lt;br /&gt;De ti nada me puede separar&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaría los siete mares hasta llegar a ti&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el fin del mundo te seguiré&lt;br /&gt;Donde sea que estés yo te encontraré&lt;br /&gt;Nada en mí es más importante&lt;br /&gt;Que vivir junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da tanto miedo esta gran necesidad&lt;br /&gt;De tenerte siempre y querete más y más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un sentimiento muy difícil de explicar&lt;br /&gt;Lo loca que me pongo si demoras en llegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pido a Dios que no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;Y por siempre que proteja nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Como tú, no existen dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el fin del mundo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo imaginarme esta vida sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Si te necesito igual que al agua, oh&lt;br /&gt;Me derrumbaría si me dejaras de amar&lt;br /&gt;Me harías una herida mortal, mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el fin del mundo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-5480571252084121179?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=5480571252084121179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5480571252084121179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/5480571252084121179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hasta-el-fin-del-mundo.html' title='Hasta el fin del mundo'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6631323040486798811</id><published>2009-02-06T12:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:44:02.882-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'>Arreglando</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;.. mi vieja PC. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;y probando el Windows Live Writer para ver que onda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6631323040486798811?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6631323040486798811' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6631323040486798811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6631323040486798811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/02/arreglando.html' title='Arreglando'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1759720302054208755</id><published>2009-02-02T11:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:12:12.788-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'>Lonely Girl</title><content type='html'>I can remember the very first time I cried&lt;br /&gt;How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories - good and bad - thats past&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even take the time to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin at the cracks in the walls&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im waiting for it all to come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Still I curl up right under the bed&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its takin over my head all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im tryin to find&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a star&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyin awake watchin the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;How the birds will sing as I count the rings&lt;br /&gt;Around my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Constantly pushing the world I know aside&lt;br /&gt;I dont even feel the pain, I dont even want to&lt;br /&gt;Try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lookin for a way to become&lt;br /&gt;The person that I dreamt of when I was sixteen&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nothin is ever enough&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, baby, it aint enough for what it may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Im still tryin to find&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl, tell a tale for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im wondering how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;Im a lonely girl, Ill tell a tale for you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im just tryin to make all my dreams come&lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanted to be a star&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell, I cant tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not, oh I guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Im tryin to find&lt;br /&gt;A rising dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a all these dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you are?&lt;br /&gt;A rising dream or a fallen star?&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ lonely girl - pink ft linda perry&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7599993574242772399</id><published>2009-01-21T15:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:43:54.990-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'>Insulto del día</title><content type='html'>"Ojalá nunca te equivoques. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo peor que se me ocurrió para decirle a alguien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7599993574242772399?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7599993574242772399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7599993574242772399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7599993574242772399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/01/insulto-del-da.html' title='Insulto del día'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2319289953041041201</id><published>2009-01-20T22:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:05:39.133-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'No' means 'maybe'.. sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2319289953041041201?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2319289953041041201' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2319289953041041201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2319289953041041201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-means-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4417497335883352944</id><published>2009-01-20T22:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:03:44.470-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La gente que habla, no piensa.&lt;br /&gt;La gente que piensa, no habla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4417497335883352944?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4417497335883352944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4417497335883352944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4417497335883352944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-gente-que-habla-no-piensa.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4426960690981560547</id><published>2009-01-15T13:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:25:38.987-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siempre tan convenidos, ellos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4426960690981560547?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4426960690981560547' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4426960690981560547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4426960690981560547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/01/siempre-tan-convenidos-ellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-133594274698086763</id><published>2009-01-12T13:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:01:44.346-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>20 años</title><content type='html'>Así es. Hoy empiezo mi tercer década.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los números cierran casi perfectamente. Entrada número 112 (1, de enero; 12, el día), y hace como 20 días que no posteo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Si lo hubiera planeado no me salía así de bien (?) jaja, no importa, ignórenme. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-133594274698086763?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=133594274698086763' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/133594274698086763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/133594274698086763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-aos.html' title='20 años'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7682892312001895554</id><published>2008-12-22T11:25:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:47:14.133-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me rant a little'/><title type='text'>gente inoperante</title><content type='html'>Me molesta la gente &lt;strong&gt;inoperante&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Como acabo de contar, ayer volví a mi casa. Sí, mi casa hasta los 18 años más o menos, a la ciudad donde nací y viví hasta antes de irme a estudiar (?) jaja. Bueno la cuestión no es esa, sino el viaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé, yo no me considero histérica (o sea histérica en el sentido de alterarse fácilmente, por cualquier cosa, a cada rato, etc.. bueno, ése sentido). Pero hay veces en que la gente me saca [de mis casillas].&lt;br /&gt;La gente es muy &lt;strong&gt;vueltera&lt;/strong&gt;, no sé porque hacen tanto show para subirse a un avión. No puede ser que se tarde casi una hora en embarcar. Primero, con la suerte que me es &lt;em&gt;tan&lt;/em&gt; característica a mi [nótese la ironía], parecía que era el día en que viajaban todos los lastimados, los bebés y los señores y señoras de edad mayor [comúnmente diría viejos, con su debido respeto]. Igual.. Eso no es el problema. Pero.. no sé, la gente "normal" da demasiadas vueltas para subir a un avión, ni que fuera una cuestión de Estado, 3 horas [en realidad 1 sin exagerar, lo cual ya me parece bastante] para poner un bolsito pedorro en el portaequipaje y sentarse para que el resto pueda pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Tan difícil che ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presiento que ésto puede llegar a convertirse en un blog de quejas xD No es la idea pero por lo menos hoy es lo que tengo dando vueltas en la cabeza. Sí, ya estoy &lt;strong&gt;libre&lt;/strong&gt; de la facultad (por lo menos por ahora), y no tengo otra cosa en qué pensar. Me encanta :) jaja, no. En realidad no. Cuando mi mente deja de estar activa empiezo a concentrarme en cosas como ésta, o boludeces. Es como si se me fuera la presión de encima y me casteo [mientras tanto sigo usando terminos nerd] a boluda [espero que todo programador me entienda]. Sin querer queriendo! Porque a veces por un rato está bueno. Mientras no me quede así para siempre.. todo bien, jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, así es. Empecé diciendo cuánto me molesta la gente inoperante y terminé hablando de.. No sé, cualquier boludez y de cómo me afectan las vacaciones (?). Ahh, me siento mejor. Me lo saqué de encima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7682892312001895554?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7682892312001895554' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7682892312001895554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7682892312001895554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/12/gente-inoperante.html' title='gente inoperante'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8214516509607766993</id><published>2008-12-22T11:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:19:03.536-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'>i'm @ home</title><content type='html'>Llegando ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Está cada día mas fea la ciudad. La verdad, no me gusta. Y no pensé que iba a decir esto jaja. Buenos Aires siempre me gustó, pero ahora me gusta mucho más. Prefiero mil veces estar allá.&lt;br /&gt;Esto es un desatre..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8214516509607766993?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8214516509607766993' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8214516509607766993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8214516509607766993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-home.html' title='i&apos;m @ home'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7370847709679158519</id><published>2008-12-16T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:45:24.609-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*ck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podrá sonar grosero pero, hace rato que tengo ganas de decirlo.&lt;br /&gt;Y lo voy a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metete el orgullo bien en el ort...&lt;br /&gt;ok ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7370847709679158519?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7370847709679158519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7370847709679158519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7370847709679158519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/12/podr-sonar-grosero-pero-hace-rato-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1268592943194428178</id><published>2008-12-05T18:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:23:11.886-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>72% analista en sistemas y por ahora quedamos ahí, porque me quedan 2 finales.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que para navidad ya pueda decir 80%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1268592943194428178?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1268592943194428178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1268592943194428178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1268592943194428178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/12/72-analista-en-sistemas-y-por-ahora.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2016662510217817412</id><published>2008-11-27T21:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:09:26.887-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics from the heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nuestra sociedad no ayuda mucho&lt;br /&gt;mientras la pasas bien, yo lucho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2016662510217817412?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2016662510217817412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2016662510217817412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2016662510217817412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/11/nuestra-sociedad-no-ayuda-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3681420779731481397</id><published>2008-11-25T13:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:29:54.405-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>68% analista&lt;br /&gt;34% ingeniera&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/8721376392456494947-3681420779731481397?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3681420779731481397' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3681420779731481397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3681420779731481397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/11/68-analista-34-ingeniera.html' title=''/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3205657775953585720</id><published>2008-11-15T17:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:44:53.040-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'>still alive</title><content type='html'>pero with many things en mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3205657775953585720?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3205657775953585720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3205657775953585720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3205657775953585720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-alive.html' title='still alive'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-8391643865702570091</id><published>2008-10-31T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:08:24.545-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'>mmmmm</title><content type='html'>tengo ganas de hacer alguna locura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-8391643865702570091?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=8391643865702570091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8391643865702570091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/8391643865702570091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/mmmmm.html' title='mmmmm'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4244484337782603519</id><published>2008-10-22T15:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:12:40.849-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><title type='text'>30%</title><content type='html'>Ayer tuve una alegría y ahora puedo decir que ya soy 30% ingeniera. O 60% analista. Y bue ya que estamos, 37.5% licenciada (?) [en informatica] Y cuando me pongo a pensar en ésto practicamente no lo puedo creer. Espero a fin de año poder decir 40, 80 y 50 % respectivamente :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4244484337782603519?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4244484337782603519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4244484337782603519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4244484337782603519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/30.html' title='30%'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1878268301131093327</id><published>2008-10-15T19:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:40:51.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>que la distancia no sea una excusa</title><content type='html'>Desconfío. Sí, debo ser sincera. Desconfío. No sé que pasó, pero hoy ahora en este mismo instante desconfío. No te creo mas nada. Me estoy rompiendo la cabeza, y no aguanto más. Qué fue lo que generó semejante giro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1878268301131093327?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1878268301131093327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1878268301131093327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1878268301131093327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-la-distancia-no-sea-una-excusa.html' title='que la distancia no sea una excusa'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1214312227002096968</id><published>2008-10-12T14:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:52:48.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boludeces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><title type='text'>19 y 3/4</title><content type='html'>Me quedan 3 meses con 19 años.. Seré la única persona que tiene estas cosas en cuenta?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy obsesionada con los numeros. Evidentemente mi vida siempre estará marcada por todo lo que tenga que ver con ellos. Me encanta medir. Me encanta contar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1214312227002096968?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1214312227002096968' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1214312227002096968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1214312227002096968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/19-y-34.html' title='19 y 3/4'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-211669332286852919</id><published>2008-10-12T13:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:36:18.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boludeces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>Con ésta, ya van 100 pelotudeces que escribí para ustedes. Por más que nadie lo haya notado, jaja. Entrada nº 100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-211669332286852919?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=211669332286852919' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/211669332286852919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/211669332286852919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3994346706838982713</id><published>2008-10-06T18:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:23:01.733-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>La Navidad Pasada no llegó</title><content type='html'>7:30 am= ducharme, si es Lunes, Martes o Viernes me lavo el pelo&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am = un te puro sin azúcar&lt;br /&gt;8:15 am lavarme los dientes y peinarme. Pasar el cepillo doscientas veces por el pelo. 9:15 am = salir a trotar&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am = solo un vaso de agua esta permitido.&lt;br /&gt;10:05 = Ejercicios del canal 06, luego canal 34 y por ultimo canal 03.&lt;br /&gt;11:00am = ducha fría y luego ir a la universidad&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm = comer una manzana&lt;br /&gt;7:00 se permite media hora de televisión si me he portado bien&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm = llamar a Curicó. Si es Lunes, Jueves o Sábado. Decir a mi familia lo bien que estoy.&lt;br /&gt;Si es Martes o Domingo llamar a Cristóbal y decirle que lo amo aunque no sea cierto&lt;br /&gt;Si es Miércoles o Viernes llamar a Francisca para contarle "todos mis secretos", aunque no la considere mi mejor amiga ni le cuento mis secretos verdaderos.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm = apagar luces, obligar a permanecer en cama hasta quedarme dormida.&lt;br /&gt;"Encontré esta hoja fotocopiada numerosas veces y pegada por todas partes del pequeño departamento de mi hija. En cuadernos de colegio, en espejos, en la cocina, en cualquier lugar. Desde que era pequeña mi hija era obsesivamente organizada con cada aspecto de su vida. Era por eso que mi esposo y yo sabíamos que ella estaba lista para irse a vivir sola a la capital, era organizada, aplicada y responsable y queríamos darle las oportunidades que merecía. Mi pequeña Rosa estuvo tan asustada la primera vez que llegó aquí que la acompañé por una semana hasta que se acostumbrara.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa se convirtió en una señorita muy sofisticada, nos impresionaba su manera de hablar cuando nos llamaba por teléfono. Yo nunca me atreví a decirle que apenas se fue el Cristóbal le puso el gorro con otra niña, ella le decía que lo amaba y él le decía que la amaba pero yo sabia que no era cierto, lo veía besándose con la Francisca cuando iba a comprar. Esa niña nunca me cayó bien.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca le noté la voz cansada, nunca presentí nada malo en ella. Para mi, mi Rosa era perfecta, nos juntábamos en las fechas importantes, pero esta Navidad no apareció. La llamé y nadie contestó. Entonces apenas salió el sol tomé un bus y fui a verla. Rosa, tan organizada a sus 19 años, Rosa la niña que me produjo tanto orgullo…&lt;br /&gt;La encontré en la cama, estaba tan delegada que no recuerdo como no lo había notado antes… quizás porque esta vez ella se encontraba con un pantalón corto y una polera ceñida… le tomo la mano y la tiene helada, tiene una palidez fantasmal…&lt;br /&gt;Lloré sin comprender, culpándome, como no lo vi?!?! Suena el teléfono, era una niña preguntando por Rosa "Esta muerta!" le grité y corté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para llorar. Lo encontré por ahí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3994346706838982713?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3994346706838982713' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3994346706838982713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3994346706838982713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-navidad-pasada-no-lleg.html' title='La Navidad Pasada no llegó'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4614754335525288500</id><published>2008-09-22T19:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:13:44.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>La vida debería ser al reves</title><content type='html'>Se deberia empezar muriendo y asi ese trauma quedaría superado.&lt;br /&gt;Luego te despiertas en una Residencia mejorando dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;Después te echan de la Residencia porque estas bien y lo primero que haces es cobrar tu pension.&lt;br /&gt;Luego, en tu primer dia de trabajo te dan un reloj de oro.&lt;br /&gt;Trabajas 40 años hasta que seas bastante joven como para disfrutar del retiro de la vida laboral.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces vas de fiesta en fiesta, bebes, practicas el sexo, no tienes problemas graves y te preparas para empezar a estudiar.&lt;br /&gt;Luego empiezas el cole, jugando con tus amigos, sin ningun tipo de obligacion, hasta que seas bebé.&lt;br /&gt;Y los ultimos 9 meses te pasas flotando tranquilo, con calefaccion central, room service, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Y al final... ¡Abandonas este mundo en un orgasmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;por Quino. &lt;/div&gt;Me gustó mucho. Y no estaría nada mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4614754335525288500?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=4614754335525288500' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4614754335525288500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4614754335525288500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-vida-debera-ser-al-reves.html' title='La vida debería ser al reves'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-2398020988874501587</id><published>2008-09-21T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:15:16.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>21 de septiembre</title><content type='html'>Felíz día de la primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Felíz día del estudiante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-2398020988874501587?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=2398020988874501587' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2398020988874501587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/2398020988874501587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/21-de-septiembre.html' title='21 de septiembre'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3117068438158469118</id><published>2008-09-18T19:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:40:32.380-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>nuevo facebook, viejo facebook</title><content type='html'>Qué hinchapelotas. Extremistas. No jodan más!&lt;br /&gt;Por qué tanto &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=28176224005"&gt;fanatismo &lt;/a&gt;por el "viejo facebook"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3117068438158469118?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3117068438158469118' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3117068438158469118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3117068438158469118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuevo-facebook-viejo-facebook.html' title='nuevo facebook, viejo facebook'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1969231039052833702</id><published>2008-09-18T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:00:41.342-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>suma de potencias</title><content type='html'>Y si, la suma de potencias no es algo fácil de resolver. Pero bueno, se sabía que podía llegar a pasar. Y pasó. Por suerte ya se solucionó todo. Pero que quede claro: si dos potencias se chocan, puede terminar medio mal (o muy mal, depende el caso)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-1969231039052833702?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1969231039052833702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1969231039052833702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1969231039052833702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/suma-de-potencias.html' title='suma de potencias'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-43616082221912535</id><published>2008-09-15T16:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:31:37.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the city of blinding lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinceramente'/><title type='text'>estar con ustedes</title><content type='html'>No pensé que me iba a pasar esto.. Supongo que me la paso negando las cosas, porque en el fondo los quiero más de lo que yo creía..&lt;br /&gt;Con 19 años (19 y medio, un poco mas) tantas cosas que no sé si estoy haciendo bien o no..&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sí sé, es que estoy sorprendida de mi misma y pensando y sintiendo cosas que justamente no me creía capaz de pensar o sentir. Pero se ve que estaba equivodada.&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas que eran de tal manera, y ahora son tan distintas. Es parte de crecer, ya sé. Es parte de la vida. Pero igual. Siempre me queda algo del pasado; es muy común que cuando vivo las cosas no me de cuenta de lo que son realmente y un tiempo después, cuando eso pasa a ser pasado, lo empiezo a extrañar. Ahí me doy cuenta de que.. no, no era tan malo como parecía. Era mucho mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora me quedé con un nudito en la garganta. Y nada.&lt;br /&gt;Soy una pelotuda, lo sé.. pero no puedo evitarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que me encantaron las fotos. Y la verdad.. Me encantaría estar ahí con ustedes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-43616082221912535?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=43616082221912535' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/43616082221912535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/43616082221912535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/estar-con-ustedes.html' title='estar con ustedes'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-3852850225977418986</id><published>2008-09-14T17:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:58:56.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinionated'/><title type='text'>Nuevo Facebook</title><content type='html'>Me tiene las bolas llenas la gente que se la pasa quejando del nuevo diseño. No se conforman con nada. No jodan loco! Si no les gusta no lo usen. Es re del típico usuario pelotudo que ante cualquier mínimo cambio se altera y no sabe usar más nada.&lt;br /&gt;Además, por si no lo saben.. Si lo modificaron es por algo, justamente éstos usuarios pelotudos que tenían los perfiles LLENOS de aplicaciones hacían que la carga fuera mucho más lenta, ahora está todo más organizado y permite mejor navegación. Dios, no saben nada. Aparte los que se la pasan quejandose de ésto; creando grupos "que vuelva el viejo facebook", "a que encuentro 100 mil boludos que quieren el viejo facebook de vuelta"; o que cambian el estado a "odio el nuevo facebook", casualmente son los tipicos boluditos que les gustan las "computadoras" e "internet" porque usan Fotolog, Msn y Facebook ( y ahí se acaba su funcionalidad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si están de acuerdo, los invito a unirse a un &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=31504745932"&gt;grupo&lt;/a&gt; que opina lo mismo. (No es mio, pero felicito al que lo creó; coincido totalmente)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-3852850225977418986?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=3852850225977418986' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3852850225977418986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/3852850225977418986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuevo-facebook.html' title='Nuevo Facebook'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-1261390098947612681</id><published>2008-09-14T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:07:27.952-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boludeces'/><title type='text'>slap!</title><content type='html'>Si tienen ganas de cachetear a alguien .. { &lt;a href="http://www.counterfeitmini.com/main.swf"&gt;click aca &lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&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/8721376392456494947-1261390098947612681?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=1261390098947612681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1261390098947612681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/1261390098947612681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/slap.html' title='slap!'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-291228912445092833</id><published>2008-09-14T11:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:42:58.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boludeces'/><title type='text'>the sims 2</title><content type='html'>De repente, y de la nada (creo), me dieron MUCHAS ganas de volver a jugar a Los Sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;Igual no lo voy a hacer. Llego a instalar ese juego (en realidad ese o cualquier otro) y no me recibo ni en el dos mil veinte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-291228912445092833?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=291228912445092833' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/291228912445092833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/291228912445092833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/sims-2.html' title='the sims 2'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-4839310518587319704</id><published>2008-09-14T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:31:25.859-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t even try to understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas de la vida'/><title type='text'>que harias sin internet ?</title><content type='html'>Tantas.. pero TANTAS cosas de mi vida hubieran sido distintas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubiera sido mas lindo escribir sobre esto justamente cuando fue el dia de internet (si ya sé que fue hace un monton), pero para ese momento.. No se que andaba haciendo (?) O tal vez no lo había pensado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-4839310518587319704?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4839310518587319704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/4839310518587319704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-harias-sin-internet.html' title='que harias sin internet ?'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-6993922922971792238</id><published>2008-09-13T21:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:34:13.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the love of blogging'/><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;blanco, rosa, marron ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, tal vez falten algunos retoques pero por ahora me gusta más que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blanco, gris, negro..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-6993922922971792238?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=6993922922971792238' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6993922922971792238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/6993922922971792238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721376392456494947.post-7482171360799302987</id><published>2008-09-13T21:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:15:36.088-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the futura ingeniera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek is better'/><title type='text'>Día del programador</title><content type='html'>Me entero que hoy se celebra el &lt;strong&gt;día del programador&lt;/strong&gt;. El día nº 256 del año. Interesante. Me encantan estas cosas, jaja.&lt;br /&gt;Así que.. Bueno, feliz día a todos los programadores!&lt;br /&gt;No se si podría llamarme programadora, pero hoy a diferencia del año pasado manejo por lo menos dos lenguajes [C y Java ] y tengo planeado seguir aprendiendo, es una de las ramas que mas me gustan de mi carrera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links: { &lt;a href="http://picandocodigo.net/2008/09/%C2%A1feliz-dia-del-programador/"&gt;dónde lo leí &lt;/a&gt;}  { &lt;a href="http://www.programmerday.info/"&gt;más información&lt;/a&gt; }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721376392456494947-7482171360799302987?l=watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721376392456494947&amp;postID=7482171360799302987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7482171360799302987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721376392456494947/posts/default/7482171360799302987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthecloudswithme.blogspot.com/2008/09/da-del-programador.html' title='Día del programador'/><author><name>Cande</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394632668045746843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
