<?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-7910817052128721665</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:02:08.022-07:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='raro'/><category term='meme'/><category term='wtf videos'/><category term='RANT'/><category term='Niji'/><title type='text'>The Iris Field</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-8395209894496028946</id><published>2009-09-25T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:21:47.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>What I still think about us</title><content type='html'>I wanted to love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-8395209894496028946?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8395209894496028946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=8395209894496028946' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8395209894496028946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8395209894496028946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-still-think-about-us.html' title='What I still think about us'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-8840537086125238768</id><published>2009-07-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:29:38.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>And so</title><content type='html'>My love will probably end, again.&lt;br /&gt;and for another person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just in a Meh mood you know, I dont even know what to do... I cant be selfish enough to say STAY WITH ME DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you deserve the best... and I will probably regret what Im writting but even the slight chance of you leaving Its driving me crazy, I didnt want to react this way but Im not the most mature person in the world -nope not even an inch- I need to rant and whine about whats troubling me and hurray for this blog, because I always write here what I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really insecure respecting this things, I do love you. I cant say -I had to wait X years to get to meet you, Thanks God you came- Ah, thats another thing I would like to rant about... but not anymore. i cant say youre the best thing what ever happened to me cause even when youre one of the most happiest things, youre not the BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because At least for me, The best thing ever happened to me, was getting married. even tho thats no more, I feel like That was for sure the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I have to say sayonara to the love for I have towards you? Should I wait for you? -and this will be painful as hell- but if youre serious as I can be, Ill do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway sway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SlByarGR6rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KyMMkVDNBl8/s1600-h/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SlByarGR6rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KyMMkVDNBl8/s320/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354905759514749618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-8840537086125238768?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8840537086125238768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=8840537086125238768' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8840537086125238768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8840537086125238768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so.html' title='And so'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SlByarGR6rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KyMMkVDNBl8/s72-c/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-1445199198164948963</id><published>2009-04-05T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:43:25.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>Ya no aguanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me cansé de ti, de tu falso amar&lt;br /&gt;no quiero morir, quiero respirar&lt;br /&gt;me cansé de ti, ya no puedo más&lt;br /&gt;me hiciste sufrir, te arrepentirás&lt;br /&gt;Fueron tantos días&lt;br /&gt;desafiando al tiempo y tu ironía&lt;br /&gt;fueron mis mañanas&lt;br /&gt;tan vacías, simples, tan extrañas&lt;br /&gt;Porque fuiste asi? porque te aguanté?&lt;br /&gt;aposte mi vida y me tocó perder&lt;br /&gt;ya no quiero seguir intentando hacerte feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-1445199198164948963?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1445199198164948963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=1445199198164948963' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/1445199198164948963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/1445199198164948963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2009/04/ya-no-aguanto.html' title='Ya no aguanto'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-3417649767793522189</id><published>2008-11-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:55:27.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Desaparecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SQ6gNMqdj9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sjeU1xDVuMw/s1600-h/___Dissapear____by_GorgeousVampireLover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SQ6gNMqdj9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sjeU1xDVuMw/s320/___Dissapear____by_GorgeousVampireLover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264321163040755666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuantas veces no he pensado ya en desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;En hacerme invisible, en reducirme a cero, en contener la respiración y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ser imperceptible... En apagar mi computador y mi celular, en cambiar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mis cuentas de correo con algun password irreconocible que no pueda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;recordar, en botarme de la universidad, en irme de mi casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Todos son sinonimos de desaparecer, verdad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pienso, en algún momento de mi vida.. Me extrañará? Será que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;recuerda, que me piensa? será que al ver aquella cama recuerda la vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que lo acurruqué en mi escaso pecho? El viento no me responde con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;otra cosa que no sea "te lo dije"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estudiaba en el colegio iba a una pequeña colina no muy lejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de mi casa, allí fumaba con mis malas compañías.. Aunque el viento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;soplaba, la cima de aquella colina te quemaba las mejillas con el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;resplandor del sol, que no sabías de donde venía pero siempre lo hacía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiero volver allí, sola. Quiero fumar y respirar el olor a soledad antes de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;volver a mi vida rodeada de multitud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Otra vez quiero, una vez más, tener ese algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ese algo que me hacía pensar "ahh.. él es" es suficiente una vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;supongo. para que no lo olvides... en mi caso, claro está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero será que él piensa en mi? No quiero preguntar, solo quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;desaparecer y sonreir al recordar las cosas que decía, remembrar el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;toque de sus labios y mover ligeramente mi cabeza escuchando esa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;canción que escuchaba por mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Recordar cuando tocaba el piano, su sonrisa fresca, sus bromas tontas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;esa frustación tan linda  que mostraba algunas veces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Y me odio, por fijarme en tan delicada flor, quiero que me diga la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;verdad... pero es muy gentil para hacerlo. Y yo soy muy cobarde para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;insistir; no me quiero olvidar de tus ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me odio, por no poderte dejar en paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dime, precioso de mi corazón, que haré con estos pensamientos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tengo de ti? Puedo realmente desaparecer? A que le tengo tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miedo? Porque ciertamente me aterra el hecho de olvidarte ni que se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;diga de tu olvido, me arranca lagrimas el solo imaginarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-3417649767793522189?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3417649767793522189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=3417649767793522189' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3417649767793522189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3417649767793522189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SQ6gNMqdj9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sjeU1xDVuMw/s72-c/___Dissapear____by_GorgeousVampireLover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-763241558992058508</id><published>2008-10-31T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:39:15.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>Im alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" id="content_2"&gt;Nothing I say comes out right,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t love without a fight,&lt;br /&gt;No one ever knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;When I pray for sun, it rains.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of wasting time,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s moving in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration can’t be found,&lt;br /&gt;I get up and fall but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive, I’m Alive, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Between the good and bad is where you’ll find me,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight, and I’ll sleep when I die,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life, I’m Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lover breaks my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Still I end up in a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I second guess.&lt;br /&gt;All my friends just run away,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m having a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather stay in bed, but I know there’s a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive, I’m Alive, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Between the good and bad is where you’ll find me,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight, and I’ll sleep when I die,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life, I’m Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m bored to death at home,&lt;br /&gt;When he won’t pick up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m stuck in second place,&lt;br /&gt;Those regrets I can’t erase.&lt;br /&gt;Only I can change the end,&lt;br /&gt;Of the movie in my head,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time for misery,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t feel sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive, I’m Alive, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Between the good and bad is where you’ll find me,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight, and I’ll sleep when I die,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life, ohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive, I’m Alive, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Between the good and bad is where you’ll find me,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will fight, and I’ll sleep when I die,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my hard life,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live my life,&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-763241558992058508?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/763241558992058508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=763241558992058508' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/763241558992058508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/763241558992058508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='Im alive'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-7895377635824370929</id><published>2008-10-16T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:18:17.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Quick meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(216, 61, 131);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yo Taggeo a Hector, Weblog, neo y dosmetros nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1.- Nombre del primer post y como llegue a tener mi blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dado que borré la primera version de Iris Field, el primer post de este nuevo se llama "The Field is Open"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Primeras personas que hicieron comentarios en mi blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sorpresivamente, el primer comentario es de Pao XD de ahi Neo y dosmetros nerd. Tb mi hijito lindo y bipolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;El o los post que mas me gustaron escribir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A Nadie le importa lo que piensa usted, Normalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cuantas entradas llevas escritas en total:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;5.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Que te genera este medio bloggeril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ps este al menos me ayuda a ventilar corajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-7895377635824370929?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7895377635824370929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=7895377635824370929' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7895377635824370929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7895377635824370929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-meme.html' title='Quick meme'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-2466408805070280477</id><published>2008-10-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:28:24.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>Dudu</title><content type='html'>Lelouch dice:&lt;br /&gt;y ya tienes novia nueva?&lt;br /&gt;o todavia me esperas a que te me declare&lt;br /&gt;// EdUaRdO // dice:&lt;br /&gt;todavia te espero cariño&lt;br /&gt;// EdUaRdO // dice:&lt;br /&gt;jjajajaja&lt;br /&gt;// EdUaRdO // dice:&lt;br /&gt;coño que me crees puto pa ya estar con otra'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pues no se querido Dudu... hay quienes no saben estar solos y quienes disfrutan la libertad de la solteria. Sex and the City FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SOxE53m5ytI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oTOwJKoqt2M/s1600-h/n614860461_3131235_7075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SOxE53m5ytI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oTOwJKoqt2M/s320/n614860461_3131235_7075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254650626204879570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-2466408805070280477?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2466408805070280477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=2466408805070280477' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/2466408805070280477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/2466408805070280477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/dudu.html' title='Dudu'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SOxE53m5ytI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oTOwJKoqt2M/s72-c/n614860461_3131235_7075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-8343814947616259053</id><published>2008-10-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:27:18.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>El balde de las ideas</title><content type='html'>Pues tengo mucho que decir y a la vez nada, todos tenemos a alguien a quien queremos y no sabemos si esa persona siente lo mismo, o si siente algo en general LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pasa, oh si... me pasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y no me quieres me quieren y no le quiero y asi un circulo da vueltas y vueltas hasta que el me quiera y yo te quiera a ti cuando tu ya no me ames woot me maree haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el mundo da muchas vueltas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt; Spin around, one rotation&lt;br /&gt;Spin around, one rotation&lt;br /&gt;Spin around, with one rotation&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be reversed wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cuando te lo diga ya no me querras.&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/7910817052128721665-8343814947616259053?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8343814947616259053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=8343814947616259053' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8343814947616259053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8343814947616259053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-balde-de-las-ideas.html' title='El balde de las ideas'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-26462152075319937</id><published>2008-09-20T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:49:08.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por siempre Yuko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNXgPtAr41I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JV6gj5pPUzw/s1600-h/yuko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNXgPtAr41I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JV6gj5pPUzw/s320/yuko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248347501155312466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tuya, para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-26462152075319937?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/26462152075319937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=26462152075319937' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/26462152075319937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/26462152075319937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-siempre-yuko.html' title='Por siempre Yuko'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNXgPtAr41I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JV6gj5pPUzw/s72-c/yuko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-7107991221625153226</id><published>2008-09-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:16:46.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>No hace falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNFleLV_M6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/aRY1RicGsXw/s1600-h/____The_World_of_My_Own_____by_Akimoto_san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNFleLV_M6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/aRY1RicGsXw/s320/____The_World_of_My_Own_____by_Akimoto_san.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247086609978831778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta un hombre para sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;Que ronque por la noche, y no pueda dormir&lt;br /&gt;Se bien a donde voy y tengo fe en mi&lt;br /&gt;Hace un tiempo atras pensaba que tal vez&lt;br /&gt;Estando junto a el me haria sentir bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero algo me cambio y ya no espero&lt;br /&gt;Que me aprueben o me entiendan&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No necesito, aunque lo quiera, si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta un hombre que page por mi cena&lt;br /&gt;Pero si tu insistes aqui esta la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Y debes comprender que no preciso&lt;br /&gt;Que me cuides, o me atiendas&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un largo camino me queda por descubrir&lt;br /&gt;Y llevo conmigo solo el sentimiento real que crece en mi&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el tiempo me sorprende&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui estoy pisando fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Nada extrano me hace falta para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-7107991221625153226?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7107991221625153226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=7107991221625153226' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7107991221625153226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7107991221625153226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-hace-falta.html' title='No hace falta'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SNFleLV_M6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/aRY1RicGsXw/s72-c/____The_World_of_My_Own_____by_Akimoto_san.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-6981133982927431230</id><published>2008-09-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:48:44.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>La constitución</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SMFirgugeuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z2zzRK_KrxE/s1600-h/wallpaper_const_01_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SMFirgugeuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z2zzRK_KrxE/s320/wallpaper_const_01_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242579940894866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Via Elecuadordehoy.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-6981133982927431230?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6981133982927431230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=6981133982927431230' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6981133982927431230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6981133982927431230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-constitucin.html' title='La constitución'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SMFirgugeuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z2zzRK_KrxE/s72-c/wallpaper_const_01_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-3855412086247005518</id><published>2008-09-01T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:12:07.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>Feeling fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLx2CzdEGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NABKlDbx-O8/s1600-h/9112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLx2CzdEGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NABKlDbx-O8/s320/9112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241193856896342114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;re &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feeling fine?&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless nights, the illusion of you...&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Loving you made me happy everyday"&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me with the innocent face you had back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these feelings must have connected us from the start&lt;br /&gt;I learned what it means to break up a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the thread get cut and leave you hanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feeling fine?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the long road, instead of 'goodbye'&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Loving you made me happy everyday"&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps turning, leaving me behind as if I were nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unending freedom...Far more time than I have a use for&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm free to lock those days behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how to open the door that leads into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feeling fine?&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless nights, the illusion of you...&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Loving you made me happy everyday"&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me with the innocent face you had back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were somewhere in my fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I can't help but knowing you'll be in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feeling fine?&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to resist, move on to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Loving you made me happy everyday"&lt;br /&gt;When did I start sleeping without seeing your smile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-3855412086247005518?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3855412086247005518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=3855412086247005518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3855412086247005518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3855412086247005518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-fine.html' title='Feeling fine'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLx2CzdEGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NABKlDbx-O8/s72-c/9112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-3608203337774526384</id><published>2008-08-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:47:30.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>-_____-///</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLimD_jfqMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XdrqhA_z2N8/s1600-h/reaction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLimD_jfqMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XdrqhA_z2N8/s320/reaction.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240120753975699650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi exacta reacción al ver que la benevolencia de mi decano no solo me llegó a mi, sino también al par de cenutrios que tuve por compañeros en el ultimo examen de Publicidad... Razon por la cual me abstuve de hacer dicho examen (y por eso me toco hacer supletorio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso es todo. -_____-//// la misma expresíon pero en emoticon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-3608203337774526384?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3608203337774526384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=3608203337774526384' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3608203337774526384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/3608203337774526384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='-_____-///'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/SLimD_jfqMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XdrqhA_z2N8/s72-c/reaction.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-204903736200289594</id><published>2008-08-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:59:58.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>A nadie le importa lo que piensa usted</title><content type='html'>Porque el audio está terrible&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoy me quedo toda la noche haciendo trabajos&lt;br /&gt;Porque ni modo así pasan las cosas&lt;br /&gt;porque no necesito lastima de nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo amo sin razón&lt;br /&gt;Yo odio con razones aparentes&lt;br /&gt;Yo olvido sin querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta empujar&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me empujen&lt;br /&gt;Pero de tanto empujar, nadie me empuja de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;Y termino no empujando nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo amo sin razón&lt;br /&gt;Y eso es lo que otras personas no entienden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le importa lo que pienso yo&lt;br /&gt;será por que a mi no me gusta el reggaeton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor mio perdoname por empujar tanto, no quisiera que te canses de mi... soy impaciente y si te digo las cosas que te digo, es porque espero que tu lo hagas primero, como debe ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero me agobio y me lanzo primero, por lo cual algunas veces te asusté, lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le importa lo que piensa usted, será porque aquí, no hablamos francés.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-204903736200289594?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/204903736200289594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=204903736200289594' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/204903736200289594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/204903736200289594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadie-le-importa-lo-que-piensa-usted.html' title='A nadie le importa lo que piensa usted'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-8748642661673578498</id><published>2008-08-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:51:24.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raro'/><title type='text'>normalmente</title><content type='html'>Normalmente escribo aquí lo que detesto&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente hablo muchas malas palabras aquí&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente no respeto a nadie en este blog&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente me desato y ahí va la nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es normal que me sienta así. Tal vez en el pasado lo era... pero no ahora a mis veintitantos, no ahora que me siento mejor que nunca, mi moral se quiere jubilar, mi razón suicidar y mis ideales quieren gobernar por sobre mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me importa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiraré todo a la borda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no diré nada, oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procederé a reirme. A reir hasta llorar, procederé a olvidar y recordar cuando vuelvas; a reinventarme diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que las mujeres se ven más hermosas cuando tienen el corazón roto. Me siento preciosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z295/freakyJ101/Anime/girls/normal_windy_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z295/freakyJ101/Anime/girls/normal_windy_day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-8748642661673578498?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8748642661673578498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=8748642661673578498' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8748642661673578498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8748642661673578498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/normalmente.html' title='normalmente'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-4871522976211279891</id><published>2008-07-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:52:29.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>No es justo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2007/338/1/3/RANT_by_LightController.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2007/338/1/3/RANT_by_LightController.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me quede hasta esta hora vectorizando una valla publicitaria para que venga este mamaverga de censurado me diga "uuuggghhh" y me cierre el msn sin siquiera darme una opinion DECENTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucha, les dije vengan a mi casa porque no puedo salir y que hicieron, nooo!!! vamos ala casa de Censurado porque ella tiene pereza de ir a ningun lado. son 5 fucking cabezas que no pudieron pensar en nada en toda una semana y cuando yo hago una valla en tres horas con un slogan normalito que gano?: "uuuggggh" &lt;br /&gt;a la verga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio cuando los hombres no hablan claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-4871522976211279891?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4871522976211279891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=4871522976211279891' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/4871522976211279891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/4871522976211279891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-es-justo.html' title='No es justo'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-122118945327935212</id><published>2008-07-04T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:13:05.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>Ahora es mi culpa?</title><content type='html'>No pues si eso era lo que me faltaba, que ahora sea mi culpa el hecho que la relación entre mi señor ex esposo y yo no funcionara, me parto de risa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero independizarme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-122118945327935212?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/122118945327935212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=122118945327935212' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/122118945327935212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/122118945327935212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahora-es-mi-culpa.html' title='Ahora es mi culpa?'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-7602123255315238204</id><published>2008-07-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:51:56.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>SI FUERA…&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un día de la semana: Lunes... por que tengo mis razones para ser pesada&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un momento del día: la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un planeta: Venus&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una bebida: Fanta&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un instrumento musical: Koto&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una fruta: Manzana! o Frutilla&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una canción: FAKE de Mr. Children&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una parte del cuerpo: Manos&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una asignatura: Literatura&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un número: 3&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una ciudad: París&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un olor: sangre&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un idioma: Japonés&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una flor: Girasol&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un verbo: Tripear&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera estación: Otoño&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una prenda: panty&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un libro: La muerte en venecia&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un país: Japón&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un lugar: la esquina de mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una película: Amélie&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una serie: Karekano&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un sonido: La respiración pausada de cuando duermes&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una palabra: determinación&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera dos palabras: Te entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera tres palabras: No te necesito&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una acción: dormir&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un celular: Nokia&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un sentimiento: Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU PRIMER…&lt;br /&gt;Mejor amigo: Bikey&lt;br /&gt;Mejor amiga: Negra&lt;br /&gt;Auto: el de aneta aahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mascota: el conejito el conejito el conejitooo&lt;br /&gt;Piercing/Tatuaje: en la oreja derecha, un sachiel&lt;br /&gt;Verdadero amor: primer verdadero amor? ... Moisés (el actual novio de mi hermana JUAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU ULTIMO…&lt;br /&gt;Salida en auto: llegando de la yegabuena&lt;br /&gt;Beso: en la boca? hmmm... con Marita X3&lt;br /&gt;Llanto: depende llanto de que.. el otro dia&lt;br /&gt;Película que viste: Hulk&lt;br /&gt;Amor platónico: Edudu&lt;br /&gt;Llamada telefónica: Henry&lt;br /&gt;Vez que quisiste morir: No se, normalmente quiero matar no matarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOS…&lt;br /&gt;Color(es): verde, negro, rojo, fuxia, azul&lt;br /&gt;Comida: japonaise&lt;br /&gt;Nombres de hombre: Danihl&lt;br /&gt;Nombres de mujer: Himawari &lt;br /&gt;Animales: Kakyou&lt;br /&gt;Perfume: Cielo de yambal (ya saben para mi cumple) o un dolce &amp; gabbana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNA VEZ HAS…??&lt;br /&gt;Bañado a alguien..??: Si&lt;br /&gt;Fumado..??: Si&lt;br /&gt;Vomitado a propósito..?: Si&lt;br /&gt;Nadado sin ropa..??:  Si&lt;br /&gt;Estado enamorada..??: obvio&lt;br /&gt;Llorado para salir de un problema..??: Si&lt;br /&gt;Visto desnudo a la persona que te gusta: no pero he visto a otras&lt;br /&gt;Llorado x la muerte de alguien..??: Si&lt;br /&gt;Tenido alguna operación..??: Creo que si&lt;br /&gt;Rechazado a alguien..??: Si&lt;br /&gt;Hecho algo de lo que te arrepientas..??: and you dont even know how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERES..??&lt;br /&gt;Comprensivo: aveces&lt;br /&gt;Inseguro: aveces.&lt;br /&gt;Interesante: me lo han dicho&lt;br /&gt;Inteligente: yo tripeo que estoy en el standart&lt;br /&gt;Trabajador: que pereza...&lt;br /&gt;Organizado: mas no que si&lt;br /&gt;Saludable: supongo&lt;br /&gt;Tímido: normalmente no&lt;br /&gt;Atractivo: deja y hago un censo&lt;br /&gt;Obsesivo: me da mucha pereza pero aveces si&lt;br /&gt;Confiado: Con algunas cosas&lt;br /&gt;Extrovertido: cuando estoy nerviosa&lt;br /&gt;FIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo hago porque no tenia nada que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;I command RIK GUINEO(ya lo hizo) PLASMA KIKITOSO y tu y tu y tu que lo hagan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-7602123255315238204?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7602123255315238204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=7602123255315238204' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7602123255315238204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/7602123255315238204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-6333884622089667044</id><published>2008-06-28T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:19:17.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT'/><title type='text'>La torta que no comí</title><content type='html'>Pues segun leo en el blog de la banda a la que pertenecía: &lt;a href="http://nijidays.wordpress.com"&gt;NIJI&lt;/a&gt;, celebraron cumpleaños de dos de los integrantes. Yo pretendía ir con ellos a celebrar pero por ahi me dijeron que no que despues se arma pito que se pone emo que esa man te odia y yo LA VERGA YA NO VOY NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es gracioso el como se cierra un circulo de amistades por el simple hecho de una fucking ruptura por la cual nadie mas que los involucrados (Romeo y Julieta) deberían sufrir o festejar (Y según ellos no que el niño llora se pone emo, naaaaaranjas) Lo cual me lleva a la conclusión que hay amistades más falsas que billete de 21 dolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que yo me tapo un ojo, me tapo el otro y nada que ver de ahora en adelante. Y si los vi no me acuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-6333884622089667044?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6333884622089667044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=6333884622089667044' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6333884622089667044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6333884622089667044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-torta-que-no-com.html' title='La torta que no comí'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-6471640310290170609</id><published>2008-06-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:52:55.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf videos'/><title type='text'>Evil cellphone</title><content type='html'>AWWWW MY GAWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0TSyIn5KMo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0TSyIn5KMo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&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/7910817052128721665-6471640310290170609?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6471640310290170609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=6471640310290170609' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6471640310290170609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/6471640310290170609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/evil-cellphone.html' title='Evil cellphone'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910817052128721665.post-8793819956562434857</id><published>2008-06-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:24:27.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The field is open</title><content type='html'>He vuelto my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910817052128721665-8793819956562434857?l=theirisfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8793819956562434857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910817052128721665&amp;postID=8793819956562434857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8793819956562434857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910817052128721665/posts/default/8793819956562434857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theirisfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/field-is-open.html' title='The field is open'/><author><name>Juliet Fiamatta Asto Capulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06672778932422700697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLVNkNBAcqI/R_Vo-aUDLSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sn8PKgt7FOE/S220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
