<?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-11487638</id><updated>2011-06-25T09:44:34.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libélula</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"To be yourself, in a world that’s doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight...and never stop fighting"&lt;/strong&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-7501199582890202119</id><published>2008-09-22T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:11:15.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEOvewszajk/SNeZa8uoVvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_yHXWK1H7c/s1600-h/Second+Chance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;Un color, sería Negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;Un Medio De Transporte, sería un Avión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Una Frase Famosa, sería "That Which Does Not Kill You Only Makes You Stronger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Un Sentimiento, sería Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-1463220934992247886?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1463220934992247886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=1463220934992247886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1463220934992247886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1463220934992247886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2008/08/si-pudiera-ser.html' title='Si Pudiera Ser...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-3431603725063988970</id><published>2008-08-20T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:32:07.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPANISH WORD OF THE DAY (Say Sentences With Heavy Spanish Accent)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My wife gets mad and I don't even know water problem is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRIEF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My homie farted so bad, and I couldn't brief .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSHROOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Yo, when all my familia gets in the car, there's not mushroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHICKEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My girlfriend wanted me to go to the store, but chicken go by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVER &amp;amp; CHEESE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Some guy tried to sweet talk my woman. I told him, yo loco, liver alone, cheese mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ju tol me ju were goin to the store and July to me! Julyer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAFER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanted to go with my mom to the flea market pero she didn't wafer me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;HERPES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I had some cake to share with my wife, this is my piece this is herpes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TISSUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I told you if you didn't know how to do it, I could tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARASSMENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My old lady caught me in bed wit my lover so I said harassment nothing to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASHEW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I was running after you but I couldn't cashew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BISHOP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We went out to the club y mi vieja got drunk and fell down, so I had to pick the bishop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUICY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey man, I'm looking for Paco, tell me if juicy him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-3431603725063988970?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3431603725063988970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=3431603725063988970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3431603725063988970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3431603725063988970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2008/08/spanish-word-of-day-say-sentences-with.html' title='SPANISH WORD OF THE DAY (Say Sentences With Heavy Spanish Accent)'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-3126331186266549781</id><published>2008-08-18T16:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:19:48.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEOvewszajk/SKncIQ-OayI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSv5pWmbUUY/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEOvewszajk/SKncIQ-OayI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSv5pWmbUUY/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958076347935522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLibelula%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A lot has happened since the last time I Blogged. I moved out of my house to an apartment with my Boyfriend and I gave birth to my baby girl, Lía Isabella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To say it’s overwhelming is an understatement. I had never lived on my own, so moving out has not been a walk in the park and since I never ever even played with dolls in my life, taking care of a living, breathing little person…well, it’s been surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, I am happy. I have no time for myself anymore, but I know that will change eventually. My T.V. watching has been reduced to Pinky Dinky Doo, Backyardigans, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lazy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and all the Cartoons on Discovery Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most people do not believe this, but my 2 ½ month old actually WATCHES cartoons. I put her on her little chair and she’ll just stare in amazement for as long as 2 hours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This, of course, gives me time to do other things like catch up on some reading, Blog, check my mail…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to say I’ve been blessed with a little angel of a girl. She’ll only cry if she’s hungry and as soon as I put the bottle in her mouth, it stops and she goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I read a book called “The Happiest Baby On The Block” and it gives parents of “Fussy or Colicky Babies” (they can cry for as long as 5 hours a day) tips on how to soothe them. I feel bad for those poor parents, cause Lía only cries a total of maybe 20 minutes a day and it can get to you…imagine having a kid cry and cry and the cry some more and NOTHING seems to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will try to Blog more, Grant. I had forgotten how fun it was. Muah!!!&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/11487638-3126331186266549781?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3126331186266549781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=3126331186266549781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3126331186266549781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3126331186266549781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEOvewszajk/SKncIQ-OayI/AAAAAAAAABM/XSv5pWmbUUY/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-1392565280757805942</id><published>2007-11-09T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:02:24.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby This Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RzSEXEtmnfI/AAAAAAAAABE/tcRNeQbgfuA/s1600-h/10+Weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130871407418711538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RzSEXEtmnfI/AAAAAAAAABE/tcRNeQbgfuA/s320/10+Weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Although he's barely the size of a kumquat, a little over an inch or so long crown to bottom and weighs less than a quarter of an ounce, your baby now has completed the most critical portion of his development. This is the beginning of the so-called fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in his body rapidly grow and mature. If you could take a peek inside your womb, you'd spot minute details, like tiny nails forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin. &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/11487638-1392565280757805942?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1392565280757805942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=1392565280757805942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1392565280757805942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1392565280757805942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-baby-this-week.html' title='My Baby This Week!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RzSEXEtmnfI/AAAAAAAAABE/tcRNeQbgfuA/s72-c/10+Weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-7809903627904748192</id><published>2007-08-22T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:56:26.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Una Idea Puede Cambiar El Curso De Las Cosas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Para mejorar la calidad de vida de los ancianos en el Hogar San Francisco de Asís.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find out how you can help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the1movement.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The One Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-7809903627904748192?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7809903627904748192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=7809903627904748192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7809903627904748192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7809903627904748192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/08/una-idea-puede-cambiar-el-curso-de-las.html' title='&quot;Una Idea Puede Cambiar El Curso De Las Cosas&quot;'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-2052485861965832853</id><published>2007-08-01T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:22:44.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justicia Para Antonio Oscar Luna Elías</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://doctorzeuss.blogspot.com/2007/08/justicia-para-antonio-oscar-luna-elas.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and pass it on. Lo escribió el &lt;a href="http://doctorzeuss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Zeuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; por la muerte de su papá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Justicia para Don Antonio...y consuelo para sus familiares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Un abrazo!!!&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/11487638-2052485861965832853?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2052485861965832853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=2052485861965832853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/2052485861965832853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/2052485861965832853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/08/justicia-para-antonio-oscar-luna-elas.html' title='Justicia Para Antonio Oscar Luna Elías'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-3940589141615146171</id><published>2007-06-09T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:55:05.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Afraid...Be Very Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RmrpJEh9jbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UjqZEB7Xtno/s1600-h/Roger+Clemens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124272230567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RmrpJEh9jbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UjqZEB7Xtno/s320/Roger+Clemens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Clemens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rocket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" is in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GO YANKEES!!!&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/11487638-3940589141615146171?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3940589141615146171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=3940589141615146171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3940589141615146171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3940589141615146171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-afraidbe-very-afraid.html' title='Be Afraid...Be Very Afraid'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RmrpJEh9jbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UjqZEB7Xtno/s72-c/Roger+Clemens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-5013665370715863832</id><published>2007-05-28T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:06:44.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Dear Mr. President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_%28singer%29"&gt;Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; (Feat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigo_Girls"&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;Come take a walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're just two people and&lt;br /&gt;You're not better than me&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;Were you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;No child is left behind?&lt;br /&gt;We're not dumb and we're not blind.&lt;br /&gt;They're all sitting in your cells&lt;br /&gt;While you pave the road to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;br /&gt;You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;You don't know nothing 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;You'd never take a walk with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-5013665370715863832?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5013665370715863832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=5013665370715863832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/5013665370715863832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/5013665370715863832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/05/strong-lyrics.html' title='Strong Lyrics'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-9157461677699760058</id><published>2007-05-25T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:18:20.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Cat!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rld8qg9sgsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MhfysB1xtLY/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rld8qg9sgsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MhfysB1xtLY/s320/Cat+%26+Rat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068656975473836738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A couple months ago, we learned of a new tenant living rent-free in our kitchen…a Rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom tried those glue traps, but they didn’t work, and plus, my sister an I opposed them cause, frankly, they’re pretty cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ruled out the old-fashioned rat trap where you put a piece of cheese and the little rat goes to eat and then BAM! He’s dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison??? Out of the question. I have 2 very curious Dogs and I was not going to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was left??? Getting a Cat…I love all things furry, so I agreed. We got a new Cat. I named “him” Salvador (after Salvador Dalí). He was kind of wild the first 2 weeks, but then he warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I picked him up and decided to double-check the sex of the kitty…to my surprise, he didn’t have any balls…I renamed HER Gala (after Dalí’s Muse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Gala killed her very first Rat today!!! I gave her a big fat can of Tuna as a price!!! I love my Cat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-9157461677699760058?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/9157461677699760058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=9157461677699760058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/9157461677699760058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/9157461677699760058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-cat.html' title='I Love My Cat!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rld8qg9sgsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MhfysB1xtLY/s72-c/Cat+%26+Rat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-7365861208928848121</id><published>2007-04-29T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:08:24.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day is finally here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RjTe1oXd0-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XONjLnDSh7Q/s1600-h/Cerati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RjTe1oXd0-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XONjLnDSh7Q/s320/Cerati.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058913294394184674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustavo_Cerati"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cerati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-7365861208928848121?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7365861208928848121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=7365861208928848121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7365861208928848121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7365861208928848121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-is-finally-here.html' title='The day is finally here!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RjTe1oXd0-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XONjLnDSh7Q/s72-c/Cerati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-3564871583067524314</id><published>2007-04-16T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:04:54.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I saw the Movie &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shortbus"&gt;Shortbus&lt;/a&gt; yesterday...You gotta see it to believe it. Nothing I can say can even come close to describing it. It was simply amazing. Anyways, besides the terrific performances, the killer Screenplay and the awesome directing was the incredible Soundtrack. I downloaded it last night and I haven't been able to stop playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   1. Scott Matthew - "Upside Down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   2. Azure Ray - "If You Fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   3. Yo La Tengo - "Wizard’s Sleeve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   4. Animal Collective - "Winter’s Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   5. Scott Matthew - "Surgery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   6. Sook-Yin Lee - "Beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   7. Gentleman Reg - "It’s Not Safe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   8. John LaMonica - "Kids"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   9. Scott Matthew - "Language"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  10. Jay Brannan - "Soda Shop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  11. Anita O'Day - "Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  12. The Ark - "Kolla Kolla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  13. Jasper James and the Jetset - "This House"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  14. The Ark - "This Piece of Poetry Is Meant To Do Harm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  15. The Hidden Cameras - "Boys of Melody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  16. Scott Matthew - "Little Bird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  17. Justin Bond and the Hungry March Band - "In the End (Long Film Version)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  18. Scott Matthew - "In the End (Acoustic)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I higly recommend this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-3564871583067524314?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3564871583067524314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=3564871583067524314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3564871583067524314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/3564871583067524314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/04/playlist-of-week.html' title='Playlist Of The Week'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-2496131333091861194</id><published>2007-04-08T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:09:05.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RhkTXm23koI/AAAAAAAAAAc/npv1c6gFls8/s1600-h/End.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RhkTXm23koI/AAAAAAAAAAc/npv1c6gFls8/s320/End.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051089753361322626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-2496131333091861194?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2496131333091861194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=2496131333091861194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/2496131333091861194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/2496131333091861194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RhkTXm23koI/AAAAAAAAAAc/npv1c6gFls8/s72-c/End.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-316497292149542495</id><published>2007-04-01T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:15:25.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. Is your default picture your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope. My Hair’s naturally Brown, but currently dyed Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2. Where was your default Pic taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can’t remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3. What is your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Raquel...and I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Your current relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;In a Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5. Honestly, does your crush(s) like you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My BF is my Crush right now…let’s hope he does!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6. What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tired. I went to a Party last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;7. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It’s 1:00 p.m. and I’m still in my PJs…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8. What makes you happy, honestly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Are you musically inclined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Probably a Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;11. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;One. I crashed while in the car with my Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;12. Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;13. What's the name of the song stuck in your head right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;None right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;14. Who did you copy and paste this survey from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.annush.blogspot.com"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;15. Name someone with the same B-Day as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My friend Julio’s Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Day before yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;17. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oooh! Me and my BF are ridiculously hooked on Heroes and every time a new Hero comes along I want that power!!! But ultimately, I think it would be Teleportation or Invisibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;19. What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tall Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;20. What’s your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If I told, it would not be a secret anymore, would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;21. What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Black and Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;22. When was the last time you lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;23. Do you watch kiddy TV shows or movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;24. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;More than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;25. If you could change something about yourself what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’d probably wouldn’t over-think and or over-analyze things so much…”Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind” (Lateralus By Tool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;26. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just ate Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;27. Do you speak any other language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Spanish &amp; English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;28. What's your favorite scent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The grass alter the rain, my Vanilla Splash form Bath &amp;amp; Body Works, the Ocean and Puppy Breath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-316497292149542495?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/316497292149542495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=316497292149542495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/316497292149542495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/316497292149542495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/04/28-questions.html' title='28 Questions'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-6031207398656704986</id><published>2007-03-29T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:51:40.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Reloj Cu-Cú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Una mujer le dice a su marido que va a reunirse con sus amigas y promete regresar a su casa a las 12:00. La “reunión” estuvo muy bien, copitas,  bailecito, más copitas...y se le fue la hora. Resulta que llega a casa a las 3 la madrugada completamente borracha. Acabando de entrar, el mugre reloj cucú hizo 'cu-cu' tres veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al darme cuenta que el marido se iba a despertar por ese sonido, la mujer gritó "cu-cu'” otras 9 veces más... Se quedó muy orgullosa y satisfecha por haber tenido de pronto, aunque borracha, una idea tan buena para evitar pelea con su marido!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mujer se acuesta de lo más tranquila pensando en lo inteligente y lista que es. Por la mañana, durante el desayuno, el marido le pregunta a qué hora había llegado y ella le contesta que había llegado a las 12:00 en punto, tal y como le había prometido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, de momento, no dijo nada ni pareció desconfiado "qué biennnnn! ¡salvaadaaa!" –pensó la mujer.  Entonces marido le dice: "por cierto...debemos cambiar nuestro reloj cucú". La mujer, temblorosa, le dice: "¿Síiii? ¿Y por qué, mi amor?"  Y el marido le responde: "Bueno, anoche el reloj hizo 'cu-cu' tres veces...luego, no sé cómo, gritó "¡¡Mierda!!".....después hizo 'cu-cu' cuatro veces más...Vomitó en el pasillo... Hizo 'cu-cu' otras tres veces... Se partió de la risa, y otra vez hizo 'cu-cu'...salió corriendo, pisó al gato, rompió la mesita de la esquina de la sala, se acostó a mi lado, y dando el último 'cu-cu', se tiró un peo y se durmió…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-6031207398656704986?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6031207398656704986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=6031207398656704986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/6031207398656704986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/6031207398656704986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-reloj-cu-c.html' title='El Reloj Cu-Cú'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-1317807058322004607</id><published>2007-03-27T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:46:49.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RgmejgYX-mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XASNWqP9dlM/s1600-h/Shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RgmejgYX-mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XASNWqP9dlM/s320/Shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046739190270130786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;El sábado descubrí&lt;br /&gt;que recoger Caracoles en la Playa me hace feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gracias al Cielo por las pequeñas cosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-1317807058322004607?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1317807058322004607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=1317807058322004607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1317807058322004607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/1317807058322004607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-sbado-descubr-que-recoger-caracoles.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/RgmejgYX-mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XASNWqP9dlM/s72-c/Shell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-7501029330244005538</id><published>2007-03-16T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:01:11.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ON TRUST, BETRAYAL &amp; FORGIVENESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rfs9bO50gLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p476nktnis8/s1600-h/Trust+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rfs9bO50gLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p476nktnis8/s320/Trust+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042691745837777074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;“Is the belief in the good character of one party, presumed to seek to fulfill policies, ethical codes, law and their previous promises”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;BETRAYAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;“A form of deception or dismissal of prior presumptions, the breaking or violation of a presumptive social contract (trust, or confidence) that produces moral and psychological conflict within a relationship amongst individuals, between organizations or between individuals and organizations”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;FORGIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;“Is the mental, emotional and/or spiritual process of ceasing to feel resentment or anger against another person for a perceived offence, difference or mistake, or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Definitions From &lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.com"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;TRUST…5 little letters…biiiiiiiiiig word. I have always considered myself to be an extremely Trusting person. If I meet someone that I think I can become friends with, they have my complete Trust from the get go because if I don’t think I can Trust them, no way they will enter my much closed circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But to get something clear, I am TRUSTING…Not STUPID. I take a lot of pride in knowing I am a very smart woman and but a very intuitive one as well. There have been times were suspicion, not proof, has been enough to make me not trust someone anymore…and when I get that “feeling” that someone’s not being completely upfront with me, I am rarely (to not say never) wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The way I see it, if you are an honest, sincere and truthful person, people won’t have reasons to doubt you. It’s not only to BE Trustworthy…But to ACT it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;When someone in my life has proven to be untrustworthy I can be very, very radical as to whether or not I will continue being friends with them. One thing I can’t stand is when someone wants to make me look like a fool, especially when that person has had nothing but respect from my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The thing is that it’s not easy to get over being betrayed by a person you love. When someone hurts you, lies to you and cheats on you, you are left with a feeling of despair and hopelessness that won’t fade just because you utter the words “I’m Sorry”. Sorry sometimes just doesn’t cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Example: If you are in a relationship with someone, don’t give them reasons to doubt you…If YOU INSIST on doing something YOU KNOW is wrong at least have the brains to cover your tracks, you fucking idiot…that way, you won’t have to apologize later on for your stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;When someone betrays the trust I have put in them I find it very hard to just “Forgive and Forget”…Regrettably, the human brain is not a Computer where you can just press “Delete” and be on your merry way. There are things that I just cannot forgive. If someone has not only betrayed my confidence but has also disrespected me greatly…I’m sorry…I can’t forgive that. Yeah, yeah…I’m familiar with the whole “nothing weighs more than a chip on your shoulder”, but that’s just how I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Bob Dylan said it best: "People rarely do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, and then repent"…When you do what is convenient for you, don’t be sorry for it…own your actions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-7501029330244005538?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7501029330244005538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=7501029330244005538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7501029330244005538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/7501029330244005538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-trust-betrayal-forgiveness.html' title='ON TRUST, BETRAYAL &amp; FORGIVENESS'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEOvewszajk/Rfs9bO50gLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p476nktnis8/s72-c/Trust+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117339258708932674</id><published>2007-03-08T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:42:46.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Día De La Mujer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/233617/Women"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/268774/Women%27s%20Symbol%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAZONES POR LAS CUALES LAS MUJERES SOMOS PERFECTAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No nos quedamos calvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos un día Internacional y otro de la No Violencia Contra Nuestro Género&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos usar tanto color rosado como azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sabemos que nuestro hijo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos prioridad en los naufragios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos pagan la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos los primeros rehenes en ser liberados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si somos traicionadas, somos víctimas. Si traicionamos, ellos&lt;br /&gt;son los cornudos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos dormir con una amiga sin ser llamadas homosexuales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos prestar atención varias cosas a la vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de Embajador, es Embajadora; marido de embajadora Ná!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de Presidente es la Primera Dama; marido de la Presidenta Ná!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de un Rey e Reina; marido de la Reina Ná!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si decidimos hacer trabajos de hombres, somos pioneras. Si un hombre decide hacer trabajos femeninos, es maricón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacemos tooooodo lo que el hombre hace, Y CON TACONES ALTOS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117339258708932674?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117339258708932674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117339258708932674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117339258708932674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117339258708932674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/03/feliz-da-de-la-mujer.html' title='Feliz Día De La Mujer!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117233307769047612</id><published>2007-02-24T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:51:04.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/464586/Teenager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/350218/Teenager.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Image From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117233307769047612?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117233307769047612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117233307769047612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117233307769047612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117233307769047612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/02/image-from-postsecret_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117175117647155777</id><published>2007-02-17T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:09:44.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Sacaron Una Muelita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/529851/Toothache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/62937/Toothache.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hace unas semanas, empecé a sentir dolor en una muela. Como es natural, fui al Dentista para que me chequearan. Tenía miedo de que me dijeran que había que hacerme un Tratamiento de Canal porque siempre he escuchado que es lo más doloroso del puto mundo y como yo soy más pendeja que los gatos, no quería averiguar si eso era cierto. Efectivamente, cuando me tomaron la Radiografía, me dijeron que ese era el paso a seguir. Ná, me encomendé a lo Divino y fui a empezarme el Tratamiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Pipo esa vaina si duele!!! Se tiene que hacer en varias visitas por lo tedioso que es. Luego de la primera, el dolor cedió un poco así que estaba feliz de la vida. Cuando me intervinieron la segunda vez, el dolor se tornó constante e insoportable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ayer fui ya grave y desesperada con un dolor y la Doctora me decía que no entendía porqué me seguía doliendo…que consuelo!!! Si la Doctora no entendía…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Me tomaron una Placa Panorámica y resultó que tenía una Fisura en la Raíz de la muela y que iban a tener que retirármela inmediatamente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Me equivoqué. El Tratamiento de Canal es una mierda comparado con lo que me hicieron pa sacarme la maldita muela esa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Primero me anestesiaron, luego la Doctora cogió algo que parecía un instrumento de tortura de la era Medieval y empezó a separarme la muela de la encía. Como es algo que te están haciendo dentro de la boca, se oye igualito todo…El Rrr Rrr Rrr que hacía el instrumento guayándome la muela fue peor que el dolor. Cuando ya estaba floja, agarró un alicate que cuando lo vi por mi madre santísima que me faltó poco pa desmayarme y ahí empezó lo bueno. Esa mujer empezó a jalar y a jalar y casi se me sube arriba jalando!!! Pero cuando por fin retiró la pieza, sentí un alivio increíble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ahora me tienen a Maicena, Helado, Jugo y Coca Cola. No puedo masticar nada y ando drogada la mayor parte del día con unas pastillas fuertísimas que me recetaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;De ahora en adelante voy a ir cada 4 meses a hacerme mi chequeo porque si me llegan a hablar otra vez de Tratamiento de Canal o de Retiro de Pieza yo me muero!!!!!&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/11487638-117175117647155777?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117175117647155777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117175117647155777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117175117647155777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117175117647155777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-sacaron-una-muelita.html' title='Me Sacaron Una Muelita...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117143226416630993</id><published>2007-02-14T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:17:11.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings Exactly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Yay-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - 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To those who have hurt me, thank you as well. Happy Valentine's! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(All Images From &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117143226416630993?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117143226416630993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117143226416630993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117143226416630993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117143226416630993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-feelings-exactly.html' title='My Feelings Exactly...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Yay-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117083098253199674</id><published>2007-02-07T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:36:17.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WORRY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/179644/Worry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/757416/Worry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There are only two things to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;either you are well or you are sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you are well, then there is nothing for you to worry about;&lt;br /&gt;but if you are sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;then there are two things for you to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;either you get well or you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you get well, then there is nothing for you to worry about;&lt;br /&gt;but if you die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;then there are two things for you to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;either you go up or you go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you go up, then there is nothing for you to worry about;&lt;br /&gt;but if you go down…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you'll be so busy shaking hands with old friends&lt;br /&gt;you won’t have time to worry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117083098253199674?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117083098253199674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117083098253199674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117083098253199674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117083098253199674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-worry.html' title='WHY WORRY?'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117055243103971648</id><published>2007-02-03T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:47:12.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queda Prohibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/271259/OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/528229/OK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Levantarte un día sin saber que hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tener miedo a tus recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;No luchar por lo que quieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Abandonarlo todo por miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;No convertir en realidad tus sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y mal humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos&lt;br /&gt;No intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos&lt;br /&gt;Llamarles sólo cuando los necesitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente&lt;br /&gt;Fingir ante las personas que no te importan&lt;br /&gt;Hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo&lt;br /&gt;No creer en Dios y hacer tu destino&lt;br /&gt;Tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos&lt;br /&gt;No vivir cada día como si fuera un último suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin alegrarte&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar sus ojos, su risa, todo&lt;br /&gt;Porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que sus vidas valen más que la tuya&lt;br /&gt;No saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido no crear tu historia&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de dar las gracias a Dios por tu vida&lt;br /&gt;No tener un momento para la gente que te necesita&lt;br /&gt;No comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad&lt;br /&gt;No vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva&lt;br /&gt;No pensar en que podemos ser mejores&lt;br /&gt;No sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Autor: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117055243103971648?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117055243103971648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117055243103971648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117055243103971648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117055243103971648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/02/queda-prohibido.html' title='Queda Prohibido'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-117000921115772758</id><published>2007-01-28T14:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:47:27.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My B-Day, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bueno, el día 2 de este mes cumplí mis 29 primaveras. Ese día, me junté con un grupito selecto de mis amigos en Segafredo, Zona Colonial. Como era martes, cerraron a las 12 y la verdad es que me quedé con las ganas de seguir celebrando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Los 29 son especiales…son el último año antes de llegar a “Los Ta” (treinTA, cuarenTA, etc) así que decidí celebrarlos otra vez en mi casa, donde no nos fueran a botar a las 12:00 ni a las 2:00…la vaina es que el día 12 convoqué a los panas pa que fueran a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mal contados, casi 60 personas dijeron presente! Gocé má quel diablo! Hice unos Jello Shots y Kamikazes de tragos de bienvenida…aquí tan las foticos. Me tardé pa sacarlas dela cámara por vaga que soy…jejeje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=53064359&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="243" width="324"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=53064359"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=53064359"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=53064359"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-117000921115772758?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/117000921115772758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=117000921115772758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117000921115772758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/117000921115772758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-b-day-part-deux_28.html' title='My B-Day, Part Deux'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116950197783793796</id><published>2007-01-22T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:22:42.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Frida Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/208714/Frida%20Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/60882/Frida%20Isabella.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;“We long for affection&lt;br /&gt;altogether ignorant of our faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Heaven has accorded this to us&lt;br /&gt;in the uncritical Canine attachment”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116950197783793796?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116950197783793796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116950197783793796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116950197783793796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116950197783793796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/rip-frida-isabella.html' title='R.I.P. Frida Isabella'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116940049574421379</id><published>2007-01-21T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:49:28.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/830601/Girl%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/315203/Girl%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 YEARS AGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1) How old were you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2) Where did you go to school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Instituto Yody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3) Where did you work? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I didn’t work yet. School was it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4) Where did you live? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Santo Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5) Where did you hang out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Zona Colonial, mostly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6) Did you wear glasses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;7) Who was your best friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8) How many Tattoos did you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;None yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;9) How many Piercings did you have?&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; 8: 4 on each ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10. What car did you drive? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Nissan Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;11) Had you been to a real party yet? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;12) Had your heart broken? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope. I usually did the heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;13) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;5 YEARS AGO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1) How old were you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2) Where did you go to school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;PUCMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3) Where did you work? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;As a Paralegal at some Law Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4) Where did you live? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Santo Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5) Where did you hang out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I dunno…lots of places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6) Did you wear glasses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;7) Who was your best friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Mykey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8) Who was your regular-person crush? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;9) How many Tattoos did you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;1, the Rose on my lower back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10) How many Piercings did you have?&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; Still have 8, but I only use 2 now. I have a Belly Button Ring now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;11) What car did you drive? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;My Parents’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;12) Had you been to a real party yet? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;13) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;JANUARY 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. How old are you?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2) Where do you work? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I work for the Government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3) Do you wear glasses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I wear glasses, but I recently lost them and haven’t been able to afford a new pair yet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4) Who is your best friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Mykey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6) Do you talk to your old friends? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;7) How many Piercings do you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Same as above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8) How many Tattoos? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I have 2. I got a Dragonfly behind my right shoulder, and there’s another one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;9) What kind of car do you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I am by foot…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;10) Has your heart been broken? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Once…sometimes I think I’m STILL putting it back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;11) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Single…and loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116940049574421379?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116940049574421379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116940049574421379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116940049574421379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116940049574421379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/then-now.html' title='Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116839963556038203</id><published>2007-01-09T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:06:53.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mmm…Lo increíblemente cool de empezar un año nuevo, es la esperanza, a veces estúpida, de que algunas personas van a cambiar. Transcurridos solo 9 días del referido año nuevo, te das cuenta de que a pesar de tus mejores esfuerzos hay personas que insisten en ser desagradables y mentecatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Como siempre he dicho, es muy bueno meterse en el Blog de una persona y dejar comentarios Anónimos con la intención de causarle un mal rato al propietario del espacio. Cualquiera es guapo detrás de un teclado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Aquí me han dejado este Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;“Que pena que te hayan botado de nuevo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Porque te quedaste sin novio, otravez, verdad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Esoty segura que para cuando cumplas tus 30s, encontrars a alguien. Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;good luck.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anónimo(a), querido(a), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Si, estoy sin novio otra vez, pero no fue porque me botaron. Si necesitas saber, fue porque yo, contrario a otras mujeres que conozco, me respeto y me di cuenta que hay cosas que es mejor cortarlas temprano para evitar sufrimientos futuros, y te juro que siento que es la mejor decisión que he tomado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pero no sientas pena. Yo me siento como hacía tiempo no me sentía. Puedo decir que tengo los mejores amigos del mundo entero, que no han dejado que yo piense en sandeces ni que sienta un ápice de tristeza, pero lo más importante es porque tomé una decisión cuando hubo que tomarla y sin remordimiento ni arrepentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Y otra cosa, si no encuentro a alguien antes de los 30, no importa. Yo no tengo prisa. Y además, mejor sola que mal acompañada, digo yo. Es como escribí una vez: yo no tengo que “encontrar a alguien”. Ese alguien no está perdido. Él vendrá cuando yo esté lista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Gracias por seguir leyendo mi Blog. Ya me hacía falta verte por aquí. Por lo visto tu vida sigue igual de vacía que siempre. Espero que este año desarrolles una personalidad más interesante. Mira que te hace falta. Hopefully!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116839963556038203?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116839963556038203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116839963556038203' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116839963556038203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116839963556038203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/mmmlo-increblemente-cool-de-empezar-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116838853342829218</id><published>2007-01-09T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:46:21.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/684056/My%20Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/56621/My%20Way.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Better late than never, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image From&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116838853342829218?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116838853342829218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116838853342829218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116838853342829218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116838853342829218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-late-than-never-right-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116827221010238916</id><published>2007-01-08T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:03:35.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old? Me? Nah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bueno, ya cumplí mis 29 Primaveras...o serán ya mis 29 Inviernos? Si una cosa he aprendido a lo largo de mi vida es que las cosas siempre, siempre cambian. Conoces personas nuevas y tienes experiencias nuevas todos los días…pero si hay algo que (si  tienes suerte) es una constante son tus amigos y los míos son la bendición más grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;La verdad es que el cumple ha parecido una Fiesta Patronal porque tengo desde que empezó el año celebrándolo y todavía falta un Bonche más! Estas son las foticos de un itty bitty get together. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=8621749&amp;amp;site=widget-b5.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=8621749&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p1/8621749/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=8621749&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p2/8621749/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11487638-116827221010238916?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116827221010238916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116827221010238916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116827221010238916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116827221010238916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-me-nah.html' title='Old? Me? Nah!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116775216158730473</id><published>2007-01-02T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:54:06.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/937564/Happy%20B-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/968441/Happy%20B-Day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;29 años pasados, pesados y pisados!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm getting old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116775216158730473?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116775216158730473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116775216158730473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116775216158730473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116775216158730473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-b-day-to-me.html' title='Happy B-Day To Me!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116770268139194068</id><published>2007-01-01T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:51:26.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Weekend at a Hotel in Cabarete: RD$1,500.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cigarettes: RD$240.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Food: RD$1,000.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To spend New Year's Weekend with your friends...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PRICELESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=8579552&amp;site=widget-e0.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8579552&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p1/8579552/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8579552&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p2/8579552/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11487638-116770268139194068?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116770268139194068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116770268139194068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116770268139194068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116770268139194068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116708679429665638</id><published>2006-12-25T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:01:38.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/440404/Good%20Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/516259/Good%20Year.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Image From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116708679429665638?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116708679429665638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116708679429665638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116708679429665638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116708679429665638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/12/image-from-postsecret.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116683324220456794</id><published>2006-12-22T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:20:42.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X-Mas &amp; Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People, me enviaron este mail que me pareció super cute y aquí se lo dedico. Deseo sinceramente que este año entrante traiga consigo mucha felicidad, amor, dinero y salud para todos ustedes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Optimismo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si empezaste el año con mucho optimismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Desanimado.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y lo estás terminando un poco desanimado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Solito.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sintiéndote solito en el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Arruguita.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Con una que otra nueva arruguita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Kilitos.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y algunos kilitos de más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Olvido.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si olvidaste más de algún compromiso importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Jefe.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O tuviste diferencias con el jefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Meta.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y alguna meta quedó fuera de alcance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/AoNuevo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;¡Ahora llega un año nuevito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Cario.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para celebrarlo con cariño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Amor.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Con Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/New%20Year/Humor.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y con mucho Humor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Feliz Año 2007 para todos!!!&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/11487638-116683324220456794?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116683324220456794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116683324220456794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116683324220456794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116683324220456794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-x-mas-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry X-Mas &amp; Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116641546747387573</id><published>2006-12-18T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:17:47.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/1600/931274/Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5075/934/320/603283/Fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;...I know I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Image From &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Postsecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116641546747387573?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116641546747387573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116641546747387573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116641546747387573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116641546747387573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116618421798117362</id><published>2006-12-15T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:14:44.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EN BUSCA DE JUSTICIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta es la Nota de Prensa acerca de un incidente que le ocurió al esposo de la prima de mi mejor amiga. Increíble pensar que vainas así pasan aquí todos los días!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Después de pasarse toda una  mañana, como todos los días, tomando fotografías de índole social  para  beneficio de su país adoptivo, el fotógrafo norteamericano,  y autor del foto ensayo “Cristo Rey: Entre Lucha y Esperanza”,   JP Gallagher, vivió una verdadera pesadilla dominicana.  Por causa  de una confusión causada quizás por la histeria en la que nos encontramos  viviendo por el incremento del crimen y la violencia en el país, Gallagher  fue acusado injustamente por una señora apellido Rodríguez, de intento  de robo de su carro.  Tomándose la justicia en sus manos, la sra.  Rodríguez instó a una turba de personas que se encontraban en los  alrededores de su oficina ubicada en la urbanización La Diana (detrás  de Metaldom), a que agarraran a ese hombre que va caminando allí “porque  es un ladrón.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sin preguntarle nada ni darle  la más mínima oportunidad de defenderse, le atacaron dos civiles,  que después de amarrarlo de pies y manos, le tiraron contra el pavimento  y procedieron a golpearlo violentamente sin explicación alguna y ante  los ojos de una multitud de espectadores pasivos, que aprovecharon para  robarle a Gallagher, sus objetos de valor. La violencia le causó fracturas  en la nariz, hematomas en la cabeza, cuello, brazos  y piernas  del artista y trabajador social norteamericano, además de las serias  heridas no visibles que han de marcar para siempre su vida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Estas son las cosas que  uno escucha que le pasan a otras personas. Hoy fui yo esa persona,”  declaró Gallagher, “Yo soy una persona que creo en la justicia y  en la humanidad, pero eso hago este tipo de trabajo sin fines de lucro  y para el beneficio de la sociedad. Pero hoy me tocó ver un lado tan  oscuro de la humanidad, tan triste. Ver como esta gente me agredía  físicamente, y me humillaban, sin ni siquiera preguntarme nada, ni  escuchar nada. Es la experiencia más entristecedora de mi vida.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Gallagher fue esposado y trasladado  al destacamento del Plan Piloto en el sector Honduras donde fue recibido  a golpes, insultos y punta de pistola, por oficiales de la policía:  “Estuve horas allí sin que nadie me pidiera una declaración y sin  que me permitieran hacer una llamada a mi esposa, o a mi embajada.   Fue terrible estar allí viendo que estaban decidiendo sobre mi vida,  sobre mi integridad como persona, pero que no brindaban la más mínima  oportunidad de defenderme. Así me trató la policía dominicana. No  solamente como un delincuente, sino como un insecto. Porque hasta los  delincuentes tienen derechos humanos, derechos ciudadanos, que a mí  no me fueron respetados.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;El caso se resolviera seis  horas más tarde al pasar a manos del Magistrado Brown, quien parece  haber sido la única persona imparcial y objetiva dentro de este destacamento.  Brown, después de escuchar las declaraciones de Gallagher y  de la  sra. Rodríguez, determinó que todo había sido causa de una terrible  y lamentable confusión y dio por concluida la denuncia, aunque ya para  este momento, la sra. Rodríguez había desaparecido, como desaparecieron  también los verdaderos criminales: los golpeadores, los ladrones y  los policías corruptos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;¿Qué nos pasa en este país  en que la histeria colectiva nos hace tenerle miedo a todo el mundo  y responder miedo con violencia? ¿En qué momento se convirtió en  aceptable el ajusticiamiento público estilo edad media, sin pruebas,  sin jueces, sin justicia? El caso de Gallagher es sólo uno de los muchos  que se ven cada día en nuestro país en donde se juzga culpable al  ciudadano acusado de un crimen hasta ser probado inocente, ¿no se supones  que la constitución dice lo contrario? Y yo me pregunto, ¿qué habría  sucedido si en lugar de ser gringo, Gallagher hubiera sido haitiano,  o simplemente una persona de escasos recursos? Es aterrorizante pensar  que, si desde una posición privilegiada, social y financiera, esto  ha podido ocurrirle a Gallagher, que esperanzas de seguridad ciudadana  podemos brindarle al resto de la población.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Yo no quiero que se me de  un trato especial por ser norteamericano, o por ser artista, o por lo  que sea, pero si quiero utilizar el espacio que estas condiciones me  brindan para hacer un llamado a la consciencia pública, a la justicia,  a la humanidad y sobre todo a la paz. La justicia nunca debe ser sinónimo  de violencia. A pesar de yo no haber sido culpable de ningún crimen,  tengo que solidarizarme con las personas que sí han cometido algún  delito, ellos también tienen derecho a sus derechos y nadie, debe violentar  ese hecho. Hoy yo he sido víctima no de una confusión tonta, sino  de un sistema de abuso que comienza con nosotros mismos como ciudadanos  y como vecinos y que llega, eventualmente, a afectarnos a todos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ojalá que estas épocas navideñas  sirvan para algo más que la celebración y el goce. Que podamos recordar  por un momento la importancia de ser humano, la solidaridad, y el respeto  a cada persona, sin prejuicios, ni juicios.  Ojalá que podamos  garantizar la tan predicada generosidad dominicana, para que no terminemos  convirtiéndonos en una selva de cemento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116618421798117362?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116618421798117362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116618421798117362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116618421798117362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116618421798117362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/12/en-busca-de-justicia.html' title='EN BUSCA DE JUSTICIA'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116604617015945637</id><published>2006-12-13T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:44:19.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES FOR THE WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on. – Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. – Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't let the bastards grind you down. – General Joseph W. Stilwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Good instincts usually tell you what to do long before your head has figured it out. – Michael Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is simple, it’s just not easy.  – Autor Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything. – Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.  – Arthur Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That which does not kill you only makes you stronger. – Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. – Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. – The Shawshank Redemption (Stephen King)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. – Herm Albright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want. – Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats. – Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. – Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. – Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You gain strength, experience and confidence by every experience where you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing you cannot do. – Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Begin doing what you want to do now. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand -- and melting like a snowflake. – Mary Beyon ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you're falling off a cliff, you may as well try to fly. You have nothing to lose. – Babylon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Maturity is the ability to express one's own feelings and convictions balanced with consideration for the thoughts and feelings of others. – Hrand Saxenian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My friends are my estate. – Emily Dickinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I get by with a little help from my friends. – John Lennon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.  – Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, and then repent. – Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have no regrets because I know I did my best -- all I could do. – Midori Ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. – Jonathan Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.  – Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.  – Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't worry about what's ahead. Just go as far as you can go, from there you can see farther. – Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;There is absolutely no point in sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself. The great power you have is to let go...Focus on what you have, not on that which has been mean or unkindly removed. – Ray Bradbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sometimes, to realize you were well, someone must come along and hurt you. – Perry Farell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you want to be happy, be.  – Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my Inkpot.  – Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. – Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life. – Sophia Loren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing. – John Powell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Live every day as if it were your last and then some day you'll be right. – H.H. Morant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. – James Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead. – Scottish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. – William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Live as you will wish to have lived when you are dying. – Christian Furchtegott Gellert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You only live once; but if you live it right, once is enough. – Adam Marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth. – Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pain is inevitable. Feeling miserable is optional. – M. Kathleen Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you're going through hell, keep going. – Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, "Why did this happen to me?" unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way. – Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Despair is anger with no place to go. – Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. – Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. – Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Music washes the dust of everyday life away from the soul. – Berthold Auerbach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. – Aldous Huxley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A lie has speed, but truth has endurance. – Edgar J. Mohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. – Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level. – Joyce Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. – Henry Emerson Fosdick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He who settles for less than they deserve, gets even less than what they settled for (Author Unknown)&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/11487638-116604617015945637?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116604617015945637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116604617015945637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116604617015945637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116604617015945637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/12/quotes-for-week.html' title='QUOTES FOR THE WEEK'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116414353568156274</id><published>2006-11-21T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:26:23.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Un lindo mail que me enviaron y lo quise compartir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuento Indio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mi amigo abrió el cajón de la mesita de noche de su mujer y sacó un paquetito envuelto en un papel blanco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;“Éste no es un simple paquete, es ropa interior”, me dijo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tiró el papel y observó la preciosa seda del conjunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;“Mi esposa lo compró la primera vez que fuimos a New York, hace 8 ó 9 años... Nunca lo usó. Lo guardaba para una ocasión especial. Bien, creo que ésta es la ocasión adecuada”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Se acercó a la cama y apoyó el conjunto al lado de la ropa que llevaría a la funeraria. Su mujer acababa de morir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Se giró hacia mí y me dijo: “nunca guardes nada para una ocasión especial, cada día que vives es una ocasión especial”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Todavía pienso cómo me han cambiado la vida estas palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahora leo más y limpio menos, me siento en la terraza... y admiro el panorama sin prestar atención a los hierbajos del jardín.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Paso más tiempo con mi familia y mis amigos, y menos trabajando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He entendido que la vida es un conjunto de experiencias para gozar, no para sobrevivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No guardo nada. Uso los mejores vasos todos los días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me pongo un vestido nuevo para ir al supermercado si me apetece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ya no guardo mi mejor perfume para fiestas especiales. Lo uso todas las veces que me apetece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Las frases “Un día...” y “uno de estos días...” están desapareciendo de mi vocabulario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Si merece la pena hacerlo ahora.... ¿por qué esperar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No sé lo que habría hecho la mujer de mi amigo, si hubiese sabido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;que no estaría aquí mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Creo que habría llamado a sus familiares y sus amigos más íntimos; a lo mejor habría llamado a viejos amigos para disculparse por viejas peleas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me gusta pensar que habría ido a un restaurante chino... Su preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Son estas pequeñas cosas no hechas las que me molestarían si supiera que tengo las horas contadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Molesto porque dejaría de ver a los amigos que vería “uno de estos días”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Molesto por no escribir esas cartas que quería escribir “algún día”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Molesto y triste porque no dije a mis hermanos y a mis hijos cuánto les quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahora intento no guardar nada que añadiría risa y alegría a nuestras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cada día me digo a mi misma que éste es un día especial. Cada día, cada hora, cada minuto es especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Instrucciones Para La Vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Come mucho arroz y dale a la gente lo que espera de ti, y hazlo a gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aprende de memoria tu poesía favorita y no creas todo lo que oyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No gastes todo lo que posees y duerme menos de lo que te gustaría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando digas "te amo", dilo de verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando digas “lo siento", mira a la otra persona a los ojos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aguanta un noviazgo por lo menos 6 meses antes de casarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cree en el amor a primera vista y no te rías nunca de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;los sueños de los demás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ama profunda y apasionadamente. Puedes salir herido, pero es la única forma de vivir la vida completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Habla despacio y piensa rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Recuerda que el amor más grande, como todos los grandes éxitos, conlleva los riesgos mayores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando pierdas, aprende; y recuerda las tres “R”: Respeto hacia ti mismo, Respeto hacia los demás y Responsabilidad por tus actos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No permitas que un pequeño problema estropee una gran amistad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando te des cuenta de haber cometido un error, corrígelo de inmediato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sonríe cuando contestas al teléfono, quien te llame lo notará en la voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cásate con una persona con la que te guste conversar. Cuando llegue la vejez esta habilidad será más importante que cualquier otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pasa algún tiempo solo, abre los brazos a los cambios pero no pierdas nunca tus valores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Recuerda que a veces el silencio es la mejor respuesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lee más libros y mira menos la tele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vive una vida buena y honrada: cuando seas viejo y recuerdes el pasado, podrás gozar de ello una segunda vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Confía en Dios, pero cierra bien tu casa al salir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Un ambiente de amor en casa es importante: haz todo lo que puedas para crear un ambiente tranquilo y armonioso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lee entre líneas y comparte tus conocimientos. Es una forma de ser inmortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Se bueno con el planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No interrumpas a alguien que te demuestra cariño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Preocúpate de tus asuntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No confíes en los que no cierran los ojos al besarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Una vez al año visita un lugar en el que nunca has estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Si ganas mucho dinero, ayuda a los que lo necesitan mientras vivas. Esta es la mayor riqueza que el dinero te podrá ofrecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Recuerda que no obtener lo que quieres a veces es una suerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aprende todas las reglas y luego infringe alguna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Recuerda que la mejor relación es aquella donde el amor entre dos personas es más grande que la necesidad del uno por el otro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Juzga tu éxito en relación a lo que tienes que renunciar para ello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116414353568156274?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116414353568156274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116414353568156274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116414353568156274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116414353568156274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-lindo-mail-que-me-enviaron-y-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116265104559663505</id><published>2006-11-04T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:51:57.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annush.blogspot.com"&gt;Annush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; sent me this one trough &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.myspace.com/libelula015"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, so here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1 Year and 7 Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A Bottle of Bailey's. Yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A Ham &amp; Cheese Croissant &amp;amp; a Capuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Their Eyes and Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;“Black” by Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Santo Domingo, DR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Instituto Yody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. FAVORITE MALL STORE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nordstrom &amp; Macy’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’ve been on my current job for a little over 4 loooooooooong years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Not since caller ID came into existence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My friend Claudia’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’d call my friends and tell them to start planning a trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM OR DAD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I saw both of them this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A friend of mine once told me she had attended Harvard when she did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Wherever there’s good food…I don’t really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. CAN YOU COOK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I can. Just a couple of weeks ago I made Chicken Rollatini, which is like a Cordon Bleu but with Prosciutto and Mozzarella in a White Wine and Olive Oil sauce…It was scrumptious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Toyota Corolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. BEST KISSER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The day before yesterday. I was watching the Video for R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts”…man that shit is depressing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Molondrones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My Eyes and my Legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My very short temper and the fact that I’m a bit insecure in certain matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe 12 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Godfather Trilogy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. CAN YOU SING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Not for my life, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. LAST KISS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Couple days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. LAST MOVIE RENTED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nanny McPhee…and can I just say: Damn, that movie freaked me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jim Carey and Chris Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. DO YOU SMOKE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Like a chimney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Naked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nanuk Adolfo, Frida Isabella and Nina Marie...crowded, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No, I do not think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe like 4 or 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, with Creamer and lotsa Sugar!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Scrambled and with Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I think it’s pretty cool…and who knows; maybe the position of the planets and such actually does influence our behavior…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It was from my pal Chuchú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. NUMBER OF PILLOWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2 Decorative ones and the one I’ve used for the past 15 years…I can’t get rid of it. It has sentimental value to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;“Cause you can’t jump the track we’re like cars on a cable and life’s like an hourglass glued to the table; no one can find the rewind button now so cradle your head in your hands and breathe…just breathes” (Breathe By Anna Nalick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB &amp; J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Strawberry or Blueberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yup, that I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’m a Chocoholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I tend to judge people by what they read and the music they listen to. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’ve been invited to a couple, but I haven’t gone to any yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Awesome looking hair and very little sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I’ve never gotten a ticket. I have cried my way out of like 3 already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Some are pretty cool: Captain Jack Sparrow, for instance is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If all goes as planned, in a couple of hours I’m going away to a house on the mountains with some friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. BIRTH DATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;January 2, 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just wanna be happy, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. ARE YOU ON DRUGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Not right now, no…hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. ARE YOU SMILING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I went to the Dentist yesterday and I’m still a little sore; so, NO…I am definitely NOT smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I miss a couple of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Some exotic Island far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No, thank heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;For a Girl: Gabrielle. For a Boy: Khalil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;White &amp; Baby Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Not in School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SEA SICK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah, and Car sick, and Bus sick and Anything-That-Moves-And-Wobbles sick! Motion Sickness is a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, Kaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;101. ARE YOU HAPPY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have worries, like everybody, but basically I am pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Couple of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;104. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I usually wear Rings, my Watch, a Chain with a Dragonfly and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Earrings…all Silver. I never, ever wear Gold…don’t like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Make my Bag for my trip and then go to the Bank to pay off a debt…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116265104559663505?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116265104559663505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116265104559663505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116265104559663505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116265104559663505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/11/meme.html' title='Meme!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116183369542213828</id><published>2006-10-25T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:19:27.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8KS5SovbBo"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/The%20One.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is not a number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is a way of life, it’s a movement, it’s about being real. It’s about free expression, creativity in any way, shape or form. We believe people should never stay quiet; they should say what they want whenever they want to. If you feel it, say it, paint it, print it, and film it; be it through art, poetry, style, music or street art. We’re all different in our own way and we all have something to say. Do what you have to do but show your voice to the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is a movement created exactly for that, it was created for you to express yourself through it. If you feel there is something you have done (picture, audio or video) and you want to be heard or seen, send it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the1movement@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. We’ll spread the word. Remember, the 1 is the collective power of individuals. We will be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;no es un número.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;es una forma de vida, es un movimiento, es ser tú y ser original. Es ser libre de expresar tu creatividad de cualquier manera. Creemos que nadie debe quedarse callado, que diga lo que quiera cuando quiera. Si lo sientes, dílo, dibújalo, imprímelo, grábalo, escríbelo. Sea a través del arte, la poesía, la moda, la música o el arte urbano. Todos somos diferentes y todos tenemos algo que decir. Haz lo que tengas que hacer pero enséñale al mundo tu voz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/the1movement"&gt;The 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;es un movimiento creado para esto, para expresarse a través de él. Si sientes que hay algo que haz hecho (foto, audio o video) y quieres ser escuchado o visto, envíalo a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the1movement@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;. Nosotros regaremos la voz. Recuerda, The 1 es el poder colectivo del individuo. Nos van a escuchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116183369542213828?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116183369542213828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116183369542213828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116183369542213828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116183369542213828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-speaks_25.html' title='The One Speaks'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116154191504290825</id><published>2006-10-22T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:44:18.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As I've Matured…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others… they are more screwed up than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that some ex's are like fungus and they keep coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I’ve learned that as soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I’ve learned that everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I’ve learned that if you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon; all the less important ones just never go away and the real pains in the ass are permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116154191504290825?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116154191504290825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116154191504290825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116154191504290825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116154191504290825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-ive-matured.html' title='As I&apos;ve Matured…'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116144238058104741</id><published>2006-10-21T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:48:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phenomenal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, I got one of those “Chain Letters” by mail and instead of sending it to 100 people I decided to Post it. It’s an excerpt from an interview with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite poets. She is, without a doubt, a “Phenomenal Woman”, who has had a life truly inspiring and whose words carry the wisdom many of us only dream of achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Maya Angelou turned 70, she was interviewed by Oprah. When asked what she thought of growing older she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I still have a lot to learn”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A poem by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Phenomenal Woman”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size&lt;br /&gt;But when I start to tell them,&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the reach of my arms&lt;br /&gt;The span of my hips,&lt;br /&gt;The stride of my step,&lt;br /&gt;The curl of my lips&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;br /&gt;And to a man,&lt;br /&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;br /&gt;Fall down on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;Then they swarm around me,&lt;br /&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;br /&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;br /&gt;What they see in me.&lt;br /&gt;They try so much&lt;br /&gt;But they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;My inner mystery.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show them&lt;br /&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the arch of my back,&lt;br /&gt;The sun of my smile,&lt;br /&gt;The ride of my breasts,&lt;br /&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understand&lt;br /&gt;Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;br /&gt;Or have to talk real loud.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me passing&lt;br /&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the click of my heels,&lt;br /&gt;The bend of my hair,&lt;br /&gt;the palm of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;The need of my care,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&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/11487638-116144238058104741?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116144238058104741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116144238058104741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116144238058104741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116144238058104741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/phenomenal-woman.html' title='A Phenomenal Woman'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116137689535780399</id><published>2006-10-20T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:19:52.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Asalta La Torre Biltmore En Santo Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFVbBsUnXBA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;La verdad es que estos tígueres tan medio locos porque nada más de pensar que un Guachi me va a mandar un cartuchazo atrás es suficiente para hacerme pipí...Pero le quedó súper cool el asunto. Click on the Video and watch!&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/11487638-116137689535780399?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116137689535780399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116137689535780399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116137689535780399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116137689535780399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-asalta-la-torre-biltmore-en-santo.html' title='The One Asalta La Torre Biltmore En Santo Domingo'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116077738756153744</id><published>2006-10-13T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:40:00.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If You Want To Test A Man's Character, Give Him Power" (Abraham Lincoln)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoy, iba camino a casa y puse la &lt;a href="http://www.lax102.fm/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;X-102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para escuchar un poco de &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Cual Es Tu Versión”&lt;/span&gt;. Me encanta como los muchachos toman un tema y no tienen pelos en la lengua para decir las cosas como son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablaban de los &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amet.gov.do/noticias.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…Cualquiera que haya salido a la calle sabe como funcionan esos bárbaros aquí. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O te paras o te mato”&lt;/span&gt; es una frasecita con la que ellos se sienten cómodos, obviando, sin ningún tipo de consideración, los Derechos Humanos y Civiles de los Ciudadanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo he tenido un par de “encontronazos” con estos “Servidores Públicos”, pero el que más recuerdo sucedió hace ya unos añitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaba parada en la Avenida John F. Kennedy (como quien va de la Lincoln a la Ortega &amp;amp; Gasset) y cuando cambió a verde el semáforo arranqué. Bueno, venía un maldito Motorista cruzando en rojo y me lo llevé de encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En lo que se resolvía el lío, el &lt;a href="http://www.amet.gov.do/noticias.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que ahí estaba lo menos que me dijo fue Cuero…Él entendía que yo, una “Hijita de Papi y Mami” como me llamó, le había causado un daño a un infeliz “Padre de Familia” que estaba trabajando para mantener a su familia y me insultó con adjetivos que prefiero no recordar. O sea pana, el tipo se fue en rojo y cuando le pidieron documentos en el Palacio de la Policía él no tenía: ni Cédula, ni Licencia de Conducir, ni los papeles del Motor, ni el CASCO de protección puesto!!! Pero igual, yo fui la mala de la película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo detesto a los &lt;a href="http://www.amet.gov.do/noticias.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A mi entender, y esta es &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MI OPINIÓN PERSONAL&lt;/span&gt;, son bestias con complejos de inferioridad que salen a amedrentar a la ciudadanía y a buscar por la izquierda el completivo de la quincena. Son individuos que en vez de hacer que uno se sienta protegido al verlos, producen un efecto completamente opuesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conozco una persona que no haya tenido una mala experiencia con un &lt;a href="http://www.amet.gov.do/noticias.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AMET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Son “personas” que abusan del poder que se les ha otorgado y que creen que están por encima de la Ley cuando su deber es hacerlas cumplir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí les dejo un videíto que está en &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que ilustra con imágenes las definiciones que se encuentran a continuación:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Abuso de Poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Extralimitación en el uso de las facultades de la administración, de un órgano estatal cualquiera, o de sus funcionarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En general, cualquier uso de la fuerza o de facultades discrecionales, más allá de lo que es razonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Abusador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propenso al abuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dGqmTmPfXQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-116077738756153744?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116077738756153744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116077738756153744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116077738756153744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116077738756153744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-want-to-test-mans-character.html' title='&quot;If You Want To Test A Man&apos;s Character, Give Him Power&quot; (Abraham Lincoln)'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-116043450520051034</id><published>2006-10-09T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:38:17.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of People Like You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; You said: "I wonder...do you and your friends have real thoughts and emotions or do you just live in a cut and paste world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, you probably don't even know me OR my friends otherwise you wouldn’t be saying that. If this is the case, then you’re just a crass and obtuse excuse for a person and it’s just pathetic the need you have to leave all the nasty comments I’ve been reading. Hey, I’m just wondering here, just like you are, if they’re all from you…Mmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the most intelligent or well versed individual that ever lived, but I DO have “real thoughts and emotions”. Read some more and you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you: Are you always this sincere or just when you don’t have to sign your name on a comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image Fom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11487638-116043450520051034?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/116043450520051034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=116043450520051034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116043450520051034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/116043450520051034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-of-people-like-you.html' title='Because Of People Like You...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115911014415659145</id><published>2006-09-24T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:37:11.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Growing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Growing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Image From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115911014415659145?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115911014415659145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115911014415659145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115911014415659145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115911014415659145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/09/image-from-postsecret.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115877486002782198</id><published>2006-09-20T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:43:41.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hoy, como hago cada semana, entré al Blog de mi amiga Eny (cariñosamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bracuta.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bracuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;) y me topé con un Post sobre un Comment que le habían dejado. Ella, al igual que yo y muchos otros que conozco, tuvo que habilitar la función de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moderación de Comentarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;para frenar a aquellos que no tienen nada mejor que hacer que amargarle el Blog a uno con comentarios desagradables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amiga Eny, en uno de sus Posts, dio sus “2 Cents” sobre lo ocurrido en &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hace un par de días. Esa es SU opinión personal (una con la cual, by the way, estoy de acuerdo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opino que el dueño de un establecimiento comercial tiene el derecho de dejar entrar a su local a quien considere adecuado. Como dijo Eny, es como que usted haga una fiesta en SU casa y tenga que dejar entrar a todo el que le llegue a la puerta. Señores, aquí y en Pekín rebotan en los sitios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a usted no lo dejan entrar a un lugar hay cuchucientos mil sitios más donde usted puede ir y hasta la pasa mejor!!! El hecho de que lo hayan rebotado en una entrada no le da el derecho a usted de apedrear el lugar. Usted se va y punto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Violence Begets Violence”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Esta frasecita siempre me ha gustado. Si usted tira piedras, no puede esperar que le devuelvan flores, o si??? No estoy defendiendo la actuación del Portero, pero, les aseguro sin las piedras no hubiesen habido tiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prensa tan increíblemente sensacionalista de este país ya empezó con lo del “Racismo”. Yo no creo que este sea el caso. “Clasismo”? Talvez. Pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“NRDA”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;son siglas que están ahí por algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ES MI OPINIÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. El que no esté de acuerdo, me puede dejar un Comment que si nos vamos por lo civilizado lo publico. Si siente la necesidad de agredirme con palabras por mi opinión, abra un Blog y desahóguese por ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el aforementioned Post, este individuo expone, entre todas las faltas ortográficas imaginables: que a Bracuta le falta Cerebro, que es una puta con aire de jevita fustrada, que la han jodido mucho por tirarse todos los tigueres de la calle donde vive, que el problema de este país son los que se consideran beneficiados porque no los 'rebotan' de los sitios, que porqué ella siempre escribe en Spanglish, que en los Clubes de Santo Domingo están llenos de come mierda y que él/ella no está de acuerdo con el “NRDA” (Nos Reservamos el Derecho de Admisión) y un sinnúmero de estupideces más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo pienso, y lo que sigue es un Post que escribí sobre esto, que hay que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; TOLERANTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, senores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser tolerante es simplemente “&lt;strong&gt;RESPETAR&lt;/strong&gt; las opiniones o prácticas de los demás”; &lt;strong&gt;ACEPTAR&lt;/strong&gt; los diferentes puntos de vista, sin importar que tan diferentes sean de los suyos. Esto no significa que tienes que &lt;strong&gt;COMPARTIR &lt;/strong&gt;la opinión del otro, pero si debes &lt;strong&gt;RESPETARLA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que tienes la razón en algo, no te la da automáticamente. En mil aspectos, no hay solo blanco y negro, sino miles de tonos de gris. Lo que tú ves de una forma, yo puedo verlo de otra y en muchos casos no hay “correcto” e “incorrecto” sino meras opiniones. ¿Difieren tu opinión y la mía? Eso es natural. Es imposible que todas las personas del mundo piensen igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no estás en la obligación de aceptar aquello en lo que no crees o una opinión que no compartas, si estás en la obligación de aceptar que no todo el mundo piensa igual que tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La diferencia fundamental entre los animales y los seres humanos es la capacidad de razonar y de comunicarse por medio de la palabra. Cuando usted lo hace civilizadamente, se abre puertas e incluso puede llegar a convencer a alguien con sus argumentos inteligentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si, al contrario, decides exponer tus puntos de vista y defender tu opinión valiéndote de insultos, de groserías y de ofensas, yéndote a un nivel personal con alguien a quien no conoces, ipso facto pierdes puntos en lo que pudo haberse convertido en una discusión civilizada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Esto hizo la persona en cuestión. Se fue a lo personal con alguien a quien no conoce y utilizó la manera más barrial y poco civilizada para exponer su punto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo he tenido la oportunidad de compartir con Eny…hasta nos fuimos juntas de viaje!!! Puedo decir por experiencia que es una mujer muy inteligente, íntegra y educada, algo que difícilmente se pueda decir de esta persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señores, cuando la gente abre la boca, debe cerciorarse de que el filtro que está en el medio del cable que conecta la lengua del cerebro esté funcionando correctamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tengo mi Blog y escribo en él lo que me dé la regalada gana. Si a alguien no le gusta lo que lee, simplemente no vuelva a mi página y punto. Usted puede tener su opinión pero no telero que se me insulte en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;espacio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PERSONAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;y diseñado para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; expresarme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;COMO A MI SE ME ANTOJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. Y esta es la prerrogativa de todos aquellos que han abierto su Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Si yo escribo en Español, en Inglés o en Spanglish, este es MI derecho como propietaria de este espacio. Si quiero criticar al Gobierno, a la Iglesia, a un Actor o Actriz, a un grupo musical o simplemente quiero expresar un sentimiento ya sea de dolor o de odio o de lo que fuere, estoy en todo el derecho de hacerlo, porque ESTE ES MI FUCKING BLOG y porque el Artículo 8, Inciso 6 de la Constitución de la República me da también el derecho de “sin sujeción a censura previa, emitir libremente mi pensamiento mediante palabras escritas o por cualquier otro medio de expresión, gráfico u oral”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, y me atrevo a decir que Eny tampoco, tengo la intención de hacer cambiar de parecer a nadie con respecto de sus creencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que usted no esté de acuerdo con lo que alguien diga, no le da jamás en la vida el derecho de utilizar palabras hirientes, vejatorias y/o humillantes. Ahí es que se da uno cuenta de quien tiene educación y quien no… &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/11487638-115877486002782198?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115877486002782198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115877486002782198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115877486002782198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115877486002782198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/09/human-diversity-makes-tolerance-more.html' title='&quot;Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival&quot;'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115842988208331587</id><published>2006-09-16T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:55:10.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ufff!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anoche tocó James Zabiela en &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Loft&lt;/span&gt;. Yo nunca he sido una fanática empedernida de la Música Electrónica, pero al pana había que ir a verlo. Cuando me dijeron que venía, me emocioné &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;últimamente lo he escuchado bastante. Cuando me dijeron donde iba a ser el bonche, por poco me da un infarto. Me imaginé lo que iba a ser aquello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ná, arranqué para allá con el grupo entero de mis amigos, así que sabía que como fuera, la iba a pasar genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos como a las 9:30 y no había allí ni 100 personas. El aire acondicionado estaba que pitaba de frío y había un 2x1 en tragos. La noche prometía ser estupenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida que fue llegando gente y más gente, me fui preocupando porque parecía que no iban a poner un límite. Madre mía!!! Ya a las 11 de la noche ahí no cabía ni la menor duda! Todo mundo pegado como sardinas en lata y un maldito calor del diablazo…Claro, porque por más potente que sea un AC, cuando apachurras sepetecientas mil personas en un espacio tan modesto, el calor corporal prevalece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa…ahí había un reguero tan grande de chamaquitos que sentí que cuando mis amigos y yo entramos subimos la media de la edad… me toy poniendo vieja, carajo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nada, musicalmente hablando estuvo mortal!!! &lt;a href="http://krtn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Karlantón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tocó primero. Mierda que cool!!! El tipo se la comió!!! Tocó incríble!!! No hubo ni un segundo de desperdicio en su actuación. Mis felicitaciones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando entró &lt;a href="http://www.jameszabiela.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Zabiela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, eran ya casi las 12:00 y con la vaina esta de la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ley Seca&lt;/span&gt; después de las 2:00, pensé que me iba a quedar con las ganas… Así fue. El tipo hizo un Show del carajo!!! Cuando se fue, todos queríamos que siguiera tocando, pero las 2 horas y media que tocó fueron fenomenales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo espero que ubiquen otro sitio para este tipo de actividades porque esas no son formas, men. A mí me pueden decir que se van a ir en un Duelo de DJs Jesucristo y Satanás y ni así vuelvo para Loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annush y yo tuvimos que ir a “refrescarnos” al baño…ya se podrán imaginar ustedes como era el asunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahí tan las foticos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/James%20Zabiela/MyBestFriendMykey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mi Mejor Amigo &amp; Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/James%20Zabiela/KakiMykey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kaki &amp; Mykey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/James%20Zabiela/AnnushIBathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Annush &amp; Yo en el baño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/James%20Zabiela/TheDJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;James Zabiela...Awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115842988208331587?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115842988208331587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115842988208331587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115842988208331587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115842988208331587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/09/ufff.html' title='Ufff!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/James%20Zabiela/th_MyBestFriendMykey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115809446450051328</id><published>2006-09-12T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:31:48.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Maxine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog Pics/?action=view&amp;current=Suffocating.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Suffocating.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog Pics/?action=view&amp;current=Sex.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Sex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog Pics/?action=view&amp;current=XMas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/XMas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog Pics/?action=view&amp;current=Bra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Bra.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog Pics/?action=view&amp;current=B-Days.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/B-Days.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115809446450051328?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115809446450051328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115809446450051328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115809446450051328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115809446450051328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/09/gotta-love-maxine.html' title='Gotta Love Maxine!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Suffocating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115670973183691937</id><published>2006-08-27T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:15:31.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Yay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Image From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115670973183691937?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115670973183691937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115670973183691937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115670973183691937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115670973183691937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/08/image-from-post-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115651019244253906</id><published>2006-08-25T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:49:52.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes For The Week... Enjoy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why say the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon? - Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices. – William James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats. – Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. – Mary Engelbreit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gain strength, experience and confidence by every experience where you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing you cannot do. – Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity: to have regained the seriousness that one had as a child at play. – Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. – Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never think of the future - it comes soon enough. – Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. – Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, and then repent. – Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory. – Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time. – Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely no point in sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself. The great power you have is to let go...Focus on what you have, not on that which has been mean or unkindly removed. – Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be happy, be. – Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is never stopping to think if you are. – Palmer Sondreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. – Norm Papernick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a genius. – H.F. Hedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on. – Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away. – Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needn’t destroy the past. It is gone. – John Cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot. – Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. – Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. – Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be open-minded, but not so open-minded that your brains fall out. – Stephen A. Kallis, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds. – Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might disapprove with what you say, but I will defend right to say it. – Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. – James Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while you could miss it. – Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one has a great deal to put into it, a day has a hundred pockets. Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going through hell, keep going. – Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to lose count while naming your blessings than to lose your blessings to counting your troubles. – Maltbie D. Babcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life." – Helen Exley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge a book by its movie. – J.W. Eagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. – Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. – Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without music life would be a mistake. – Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. – Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart. –Countess of Blessington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dogma has its day, but ideals are eternal. – Israel Zangwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruelest lies are often told in silence. – Adlai Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind. – Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriotism is when love of your own people comes first; nationalism, when hate for people other than your own comes first. – Charles de Gaulle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only gracious way to accept an insult is to ignore it; if you can't ignore it, top it; if you can't top it, laugh at it; if you can't laugh at it, it's probably deserved. – J. Russel Lynes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. – Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. – Jean de La Fontaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do. – Benjamin Spock &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/11487638-115651019244253906?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115651019244253906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115651019244253906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115651019244253906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115651019244253906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/08/quotes-for-week-enjoy.html' title='Quotes For The Week... Enjoy!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115587096984992874</id><published>2006-08-17T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:16:09.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/BelieveInYourself.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/DifferentIsntAlwaysBad.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Isn't Always Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/EnjoyYourself.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/HelpAFriendInNeed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help A Friend In Need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/IfYouMakeAMessCleanIt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Make A Mess, Clean It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/ShareYourBlessings.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share Your Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/ShareYourBurdens.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share Your Burdens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/ShowCourage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/ShowYourLove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/WatchYourDiet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Your Diet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115587096984992874?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115587096984992874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115587096984992874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115587096984992874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115587096984992874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_BelieveInYourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115436693515746804</id><published>2006-07-31T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:28:55.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nido De Dulces Recuerdos, Cuna Que Nunca Se Olvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hace unos días, encontré en Internet esta Página: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dominicanosylatinos.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dominicanosylatinos.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; y en ella todos los anuncios viejos del Ron Barceló. Los vi todos y hasta se me hincharon los ojos de tanto llorar. La verdad es que esos tiempos no vuelven ya y aquí no vuelven a hacer un anuncio así más nunca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es porque yo era pequeña cuando esos anuncios salieron al aire, pero recuerdo sentir un orgullo inmenso de ser Dominicana. Se me paraban los pelos de la nuca de la emoción al oír como describían cada uno de los Pueblos que conforman mi País, con sus diferentes costumbres, su gente, su música… Ahora, la moral está tan baja, que lo que me dio fue pena verlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, lo que me da es vergüenza cuando agarro un Periódico y lo único que veo son las caras horripilante de los malditos políticos que se han cagado en este país, la violencia que sacude las calles, las medidas insípidas y estúpidas para bajar dicha delincuencia, la inconciencia de la gente, el hecho de que aquí todo se permite, de que si usted se roba 1 pollo porque tiene hambre lo trancan como a un perro, pero Ramoncito está en su casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da asco cuando oigo hablar de maldito Metro o la jodida Isla Artificial cuando aquí no hay escuelas, cuando aquí hay que confesarse para montarse en un Carro Público, cuando las calles están llenas de hoyos y de basura, cuando uno llega a su casa después del trabajo y tiene que bañarse con cubitos porque la malditísima luz no llega, cuando aquí si usted es pobre hasta una gripe lo mata, cuando un Currículum Vitae puede hacer las veces de papel higiénico porque aquí lo que vale es que usted sea compadre del vecino de un primo del barbero que pelaba al sobrino de un Funcionario del Gobierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya uno no puede ni estornudar cerca de alguien porque te sacan una pistola…porque ya cualquier saltapatrá tiene un arma…y entonces, lo que hacen es tirar a la Guardia y a la Policía a la calle. Yo no sé a ustedes, pero a mí, en vez de hacerme sentir "protegida", lo que me da es terror cuando veo una Patrulla porque lo que pienso es: “Coño, el Macuteo” o “Coño, me van a asaltar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, hay siempre un azaroso que te dice: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Pero si no te gusta como están las cosas, vete del país”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Esa es la respuesta ignorante de quienes se resignan a todo lo que puede pasarles. Este pedacito de tierra es tan mío como lo es de cualquiera y lo que quiero es que progrese y que yo pueda ser testigo de ese progreso, no verme en la necesidad de tener que salir juyendo porque aquí ya no se puede vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que las cosas pudieran mejorar. Me gustaría que si algún día tengo hijos, este período que estamos viviendo no sea más que un cuento de terror de tiempos que ellos nunca van a presenciar.&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/11487638-115436693515746804?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115436693515746804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115436693515746804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115436693515746804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115436693515746804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/nido-de-dulces-recuerdos-cuna-que.html' title='Nido De Dulces Recuerdos, Cuna Que Nunca Se Olvida'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115386433006258198</id><published>2006-07-25T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:52:10.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Man, the trip was a complete success!!! I got to decompress, hang out with my friends and even meet some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Camera is a piece of shit and I hardly took any Pics at all cause I got mad as hell when they came out green or blue or just plain crappy, but here’s some of the ones that did make it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Airport1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is me at the Airport. My Flight left at 2:30 a.m. yeah, I was looking to save some money so I made the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/18492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me and my friend Rosa at a bar called 1849 in The Village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Odisea3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://odiseaburbujas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odisea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who by the way is 3 times awesome and incredibly cute, took me out to lunch at the coolest little place called &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Vynil”&lt;/span&gt; where they had 5 Bathrooms each with a different Theme. I went pipi on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Elvis”&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Cher” &lt;/span&gt;Bathrooms…hahaha!!! Thanx for the yummy lunch and the fabulous time, Honey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Madonna4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ruled!!! It was perfect in every single way. This Pic I borrowed (with permission) from Odisea, because, as I mentioned before, my camera is a POS (Piece Of Shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Rosa5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rosa and I at an Irish Pub in Yonkers…OMG there where so many cute guys there I wish I had eyes on the back of my neck just so I wouldn’t miss any! One of them struck up a conversation with me and I didn’t understand a word he was saying…but he was so damn hot I didn’t care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Me6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just thought I looked cute in this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Dal7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The highlight of my trip: MoMA (Museum Of Modern Art) the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exhibition and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_dali"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dalí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paintings. This one is one of my all time faves. I even had it as my Desktop Background for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Gaby8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supersonicgaba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I sharing a scrumptious Brownie A La Mode in the cutest little Chocolate place by her house. We walked around and laughed like teenagers!!! Thanx sweetie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115386433006258198?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115386433006258198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115386433006258198' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115386433006258198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115386433006258198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-back.html' title='I Am Back!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Airport1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115358691790624548</id><published>2006-07-22T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:48:37.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still on Vacation, y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See you next week!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll Post some Pics.&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/11487638-115358691790624548?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115358691790624548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115358691790624548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115358691790624548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115358691790624548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115242889860830837</id><published>2006-07-09T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:08:18.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Care.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Image From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115242889860830837?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115242889860830837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115242889860830837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115242889860830837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115242889860830837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/07/image-from-post-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115153648182892360</id><published>2006-06-28T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:14:41.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enjoy Yourself. It Is Later Than You Think" (Chinese Proverb)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'll tell you this man, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all I want to do is have my kicks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before the whole shithouse goes up in flames"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Jim Morrison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm gonna be there July 18 in NYC, Baby!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115153648182892360?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115153648182892360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115153648182892360' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115153648182892360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115153648182892360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/enjoy-yourself-it-is-later-than-you.html' title='&quot;Enjoy Yourself. It Is Later Than You Think&quot; (Chinese Proverb)'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115106399807128213</id><published>2006-06-23T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:59:58.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Hatreds Are The Cinders Of Affection" (Walter Raleigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;El que lee este Blog sabe que tengo mis favoritos y que muchas veces tomo prestadas ideas que me han llamado la atención para desarrollarlas exponiendo mi punto de vista. Uno de esos es el Blog de mi Manita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asigunelmacolapedra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. En su último Post, hace referencia a un libro y cita una frase del mismo que, por hechos ocurridos recientemente, me ha llamado muchísimo la atención. Es esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"A veces, sólo un segundo de diferencia entre un evento y otro ocasiona un vuelco de 180 grados en nuestra vida. ¿En qué momento el amor se torna en odio? ¿Cómo se llega a ese punto? ¿Qué es lo que desencadena ese cambio? ¿La repetición continua de actos que lastiman, que ofenden, o sólo un incidente aislado pero lo suficientemente destructivo como para acabar con una relación amorosa? Las casas pueden irse cayendo poco a poco con el correr de los años, o pueden ser demolidas en un abrir y cerrar de ojos por una bomba poderosa. Un ser humano puede irse desdibujando lentamente o eclipsarse de este mundo con la ayuda de un plomazo inesperado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Diablos…leyendo esto me puse a pensar muchísimo en lo que significa realmente “Odiar”. Según la definición del Diccionario de la Real Academia de la Lengua Española, el &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“un sentimiento de aversión y rechazo, muy intenso e incontrolable, hacia algo o alguien”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En teoría, no parece ser gran cosa. Uno utiliza la palabra para expresar descontento hacia básicamente cualquier cosa. Yo, por ejemplo, Odio: el calor, la gente que anda pitando, las cucarachas, los sapos, que me hablen mentiras, la intolerancia, el racismo, el fanatismo, a los Boston Red Sox, la estupidez, la hipocresía, que me manden una comunicación con faltas ortográficas, levantarme temprano, que llueva cuando estoy tomando sol en la Playa…En fin, tengo mis vainitas que detesto…como las tiene cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno utiliza esa palabra en ese contexto, nadie le da mucha mente. La vaina está cuando tú dices: “Yo odio a Fulano”…ahí es cuando la gente abres los ojos como dos platos y te dice: “Ese es un sentimiento muy feo que nadie debiera albergar en su corazón”. Yo siempre he pensado que esto es así. Es más, muchas veces llegué a decir que nadie valía el esfuerzo que iba a tener que hacer para odiarlo(a)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¿Qué hace uno cuando comienza a sentir un odio rotundo hacia alguien? ¿Cómo se lo quita uno de encima? Ayer mi hermanita me dijo que en vez de malgastar mi tiempo odiando a un tarado que no se lo merece, que fuera indiferente…Eso es lo que voy a tratar de hacer.&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/11487638-115106399807128213?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115106399807128213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115106399807128213' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115106399807128213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115106399807128213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/hatreds-are-cinders-of-affection.html' title='“Hatreds Are The Cinders Of Affection&quot; (Walter Raleigh)'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115086462706006067</id><published>2006-06-21T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:37:07.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Así Están Las Cosas Aquí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A veces me pregunto donde diablos es que vamos a parar… Hoy en la noche, salí a cenar con un amigo y después decidí pasar por donde estaban unos panas, ya que uno de ellos vive en España y se va dentro de 2 días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lugar: Cafecito, un Chinchorrito que está en la Tiradentes y al que tengo 10 años yendo. Conozco a los dueños, una pareja tranquila que nunca se mete con nadie. Bueno, el que ha ido a Cafecito, lo más seguro se ha comido un Sándwich de Pierna de los de Joaquín…El que no haya ido, se lo recomiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vaina es que le digo a mi amiga Irina que me acompañe al baño (que está al lado del negocio de Joaquín) para que me cuide la puerta. Cuando llego, hay una pareja sentada justo frente a la puerta… Lo primero que pensé fue que a quien coño se le ocurre sentarse a comer frente a la puerta de un baño, no? Pero nada, si a ellos no les importaba a mí tampoco. Con mucha decencia y cortesía, le digo a la señora que me permita pasar al baño… La jeva me miró mal… Me imaginé que era que tenía hambre y no le dije nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salimos, el dueño de Cafecito (Michel) iba pasando y le dice (muy decentemente) que se muevan de lugar porque estaban bloqueando la entrada del baño de su negocio… Pues al pana parece que no le gustó y se fueron en palabras. 2 minutos más tarde, veo que todo el que estaba sentado en el área de los Sándwiches se para y corre hacia el otro lado de la calle. HABÍAN SACADO 2 PISTOLAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulta que el madito chopo ese es Militar y andaba con un Guardaespaldas. Agarró al dueño de Cafecito, le dio un galletón con la pistola y le dijo cuanto insulto se sabía (y se sabía muchos). La esposa de Michel intercedió para defenderlo. Ahí la tipa que andaba con el Militar, le dice: “Dale a ella también”… O sea!!! Una mujer promoviendo la violencia contra otra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que más rabia me da es que había cerca del lugar 7 Policías…si, 7!!! Y qué hicieron??? Absolutamente nada porque “ese señor es militar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor del caso fue que “la parejita”, después de que armó su Show, se sentó de lo más campante a comerse sus respectivos Sándwiches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da pena pensar en todos los Héroes que dieron su vida luchando para sacarnos de una Dictadura para que este Pueblo de ingratos esté clamando casi a gritos un Candelier en el Poder… Porque parece que es a patadas por el culo que el Dominicano entiende...Y a eso es que va a llegar la vaina si esto sigue así, que maten a una persona joven por quitarle un Celular, que cualquier mierda tiene una pistola, que uno ya no puede ni fumarse un cigarrillo en su maldito carro por miedo a que lo atraquen. Qué es lo que tiene que pasar aquí para que las cosas cambien??? Que todo mundo se arme y nos matemos todos??? Quedarse trancado uno en su casa y no salir por miedo a lo que le pueda pasar en la calle??? Coño, tá bueno ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Y ya yo lo que toy es jarta de oír que "é pa'lante que vamo"...Pa'lante??? E pa'trá como el cangrejo, carajo!!!&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/11487638-115086462706006067?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115086462706006067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115086462706006067' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115086462706006067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115086462706006067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-estn-las-cosas-aqu.html' title='Así Están Las Cosas Aquí...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115077221713634631</id><published>2006-06-19T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:02:08.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Bad Mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Mood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah...This is how I feel today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's just one of those days, when ya don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fucked, everybody sucks&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know why, but you wanna justify rippin someone's head off&lt;br /&gt;No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract&lt;br /&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker!, It's just one of those days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Break Stuff" By Limp Bizkit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115077221713634631?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115077221713634631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115077221713634631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115077221713634631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115077221713634631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-bad-mood.html' title='In A Bad Mood...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Mood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115067078035966714</id><published>2006-06-18T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:46:20.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Is The Answer To Your Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Había tenido una semana medio jodona por un incidente indeseable con un Patán ahí...El Sábado, mis ánimos estaban medio por el piso, pero en la tarde mi hermana me pasó a buscar con mis amigos y fuimos a ver a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dannytenaglia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Danny Tenaglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;en Caribbean Sun...Fue increíble!!! No hubo ni un solo segundo de desperdicio. Me fui con mis mejores panas y vi el sol salir en la Playa...El Show de Fuegos Artificiales estuvo genial y la música ni se diga!!! Music definitely IS the answer to your problems...Ni por un segundo pensé en aquello que me había hecho sentir mal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Definitivamente, fue uno de esos días que uno se da cuenta, como diría mi amiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://asigunelmacolapedra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, lo increíblemente ápero que es estar vivo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Una Fotico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/IM0005720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kaki, Yo, Gi &amp;amp; Mykey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-115067078035966714?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115067078035966714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115067078035966714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115067078035966714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115067078035966714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-is-answer-to-your-problems.html' title='Music Is The Answer To Your Problems'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_IM0005720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115048901938379675</id><published>2006-06-16T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:16:59.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast At Tiffany’s…Or At Manolo’s???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esto me lo mandó una amiga...Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Entonces, amiga mía, la pregunta es si esas Zapatilla Negras son necesariamente tus favoritas. Hablo de esas que no terminas de apearte por más rotas que estén. Aunque tengas unos Steve Madden nuevecitos y último modelo, si esas Zapatilla tan especiales, manipuladoras y controvertidas te miran, te las pones porque te las pones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, ese ex-novio que no termina de desaparecer de nuestras vidas, que pudo haber sido una larga o una corta relación, toda una historia de amor o incluso desamor e infidelidades, pero sigue cerca, siempre cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay duda. Eres una chica completamente libre de ponerte lo que quieras, nadie te puede decir que no te pongas esto o aquello o elegir tus colores…pero ay mi madre!!! Si a la Zapatilla nueva se le ocurre hacer algo…Ufff!!! Es por instinto que piensas: "Mis Zapatillas Negras no me hubiesen hecho eso". Pero la verdad es que te han hecho cosas peores de ahí…muchísimo peor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, que hacemos con las dichosas Zapatillas??? La primera opción es irte de Window Shopping, como la versión clásica del Clásico de Truman Capote: te disfrazas al estilo de Holy Golightly y te vas de Breakfast At Tiffany's a ver cual anillo te gustaría que te regalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O adoptas la versión virtual y te quedas Chez Toi en una linda Lingerie y das un Click sobre www.tiffanys.com. UPS seguramente ya estaba en tu barra de direcciones y entonces comienzas a fantasear sobre el tamaño, forma, claridad de tu diamante…Pero no puede ser menos y debe se Flawless como para que él se acuerda que si se porta mal, tienes en la mano izquierda el Cash para el Divorcio…Y los Divorcios están caritos dicen los Colegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el otro lado, tienes otra opción. Que pasa si te cruzan por la mirada unos Manolo Blahnik o unos Jimmy Choo??? No te atreverías a regalar a los más necesitados esas viejas Zapatillas Negras??? Oh, pero claro que sí!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, la respuesta es simple: Ponte chula. Sal y diviértete and go to "Breakfast At Manolo's". Si ves algún Zapato interesante desde la vitrina, entras y te los pruebas…Muy grandes, muy pequeños, etc. hasta que encuentres esas hermosas y despampanantes Zapatillas nuevas…y te las compras!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya quemé las malditísimas Zapatillas Negras esas que hasta Callos me hicieron!!! Las saqué definitivamente de mi closet...Mientras tanto, aunque ando descalza, la comodidad que siento y la satisfacción de haber salido de tan indeseable Calzado, me fascina!!!&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/11487638-115048901938379675?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115048901938379675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115048901938379675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115048901938379675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115048901938379675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/breakfast-at-tiffanysor-at-manolos.html' title='Breakfast At Tiffany’s…Or At Manolo’s???'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115014411446548277</id><published>2006-06-12T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:01:23.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Post Written In Spanglish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If there is one thing that I hate even more than "Everybody Loves Raymond" is being lied to. I have written about this before. Shit, dude…tenga cojones para decir las cosas como son. La Conciencia, algo que es obvio que muchos no tienen, es esa vocecita en nuestra cabeza que nos dice lo que está bien y lo que está mal. Hágale caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vaina es una "Mentirita Piadosa" como por ejemplo: "Si, Mami, yo voy pa un cumpleaños" cuando de veras vas a hacer sabrá Dios qué por ahí, y otra es mirar a una persona a los ojos y mentir siendo cruel e inescrupuloso para conseguir lo que se quiere. Eso se castiga…Y es aquí que se paga!!! Pero yo no voy a pedir que you get what you deserve. Life itself will take care of that… Karma, man…It's very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra cosa, la gente no anda metiendo la pata para después andar pidiendo Perdón…No es así de fácil, coño. Ah, que bueno es así! Tú te cagas en alguien y después pides perdón para poder dormir tranquilo en las noches….Doesn't really work that way, asshole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did something wrong and extremely hurtful to somebody who is supposedly important to you, at least have the balls to admit your mistake and don't keep on lying. A la gente así se le pierde el respeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth ALWAYS comes out… People will find out if you are lying. Pero es como dicen por ahí: "El que ríe ultimo, ríe mejor" y yo me estoy riendo con las muelas de atrás porque ahora estoy segura que ni con la ayuda del mismísimo Freud que venga del más allá se te va a quitar lo "Acomplejado" que eres y por lo visto, seguirás con tus mismos traques hasta el día que te mueras… Y ojalá que dures mucho vivo…y ojalá que ese tiempo te sirva para aprender de algo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Everyday I love you less and less&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that me and you did sex&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick to think of you undress&lt;br /&gt;Since everyday I love you less and less&lt;br /&gt;And Everyday I love you less and less&lt;br /&gt;You’re turning into something I detest&lt;br /&gt;And everybody says you look a mess&lt;br /&gt;Since everyday I love you less and less"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Everyday I Love You Less And Less By Kaiser Chiefs&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/11487638-115014411446548277?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115014411446548277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115014411446548277' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115014411446548277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115014411446548277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/warning-post-written-in-spanglish.html' title='Warning: Post Written In Spanglish'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-115008325789392441</id><published>2006-06-11T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:34:17.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It hit me today that I have not Posted in a while…There’s a bunch of shit going on and I have not had a lot of time…That’s a big fat lie. I have had time…I just didn’t feel like it. But I’ll tell you this much: Sometimes you think you got it all figured out. You think you are past something and you pat yourself on the back thinking you’re the shit!!! And then, something happens and you become so confused!!! Shit, man…I wish I had $ so I could buy myself a Clue!!! Yes, I am Clueless…&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/11487638-115008325789392441?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/115008325789392441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=115008325789392441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115008325789392441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/115008325789392441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-hit-me-today-that-i-have-not-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114943723210610073</id><published>2006-06-04T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:07:12.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But Seriously...I Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Animal%20Lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Animal%20Lover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114943723210610073?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114943723210610073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114943723210610073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114943723210610073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114943723210610073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-seriouslyi-wont.html' title='But Seriously...I Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114913732419631754</id><published>2006-06-01T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:48:44.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que País, Mi País...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hoy en la tarde, cuando llegué del trabajo, encontré frente a mi casa a los panas del “Servicio Eléctrico” y a un reguero de Policías. Como el que nada debe, nada teme no me imaginé que el lío era con nosotros y entré. Pasado un rato, tumban la luz en mi casa y mi Papá salió dado al diablo a ver que carajo había pasado. El pana le ha dicho a mi Padre (que es un moreno de 6’ 3’’) que le iba a hacer una “Citación por Irregularidad” ya que él se estaba robando la luz…hubo que agarrarlo porque pensé que le iba a volar arriba al tipo (que le llegaba a mitad del pecho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros tenemos 25 años viviendo en mi casa. 25 años tiene mi Papá pagando religiosamente todos los meses la poca luz que nos dan, así que imagínense todas las vainas que dijimos los 3…ah sí, porque Mami y yo bajamos a pelear también cuando el azaroso ese salió con aquella acusación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de que averiguaron bien, determinaron que la sobrecarga en el Transformador o donde fuere, es porque el Barrio entero (La Agustinita) está pegado de la luz que pagamos los 4 pendejos que vivimos en mi calle…pero ná, que como todos ellos son “Padres de Familia” (Profesión Dominicana) nadie dice ni hace nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de mucho joder, se arregló el problemita, gracias a la ayuda de un General que vive en mi calle, y todo el mundo para su casa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como 3 horas más tarde, se va la maldita luz y oigo un ruido medio extraño que viene del Poste de Luz que está a 5 Metros de la ventana de mi habitación…Esa vaina parecía una Vela Romana de esas que se ven en Navidad…Con el chispero, se prendió en fuego el Cable entero y las matas que estaban cerca…Mi Papá, que salió cuando se fue la luz, se tiró el espectáculo de luces en primera fila y mi Mamá se puso histérica porque su “bebé” estaba en la línea de fuego, y empezó a vocearle como una loca para que entrara a la casa. Yo realmente lo que quería era reírme, pero pensé que si lo hacía, mi Mamá se iba a anotar mi dentadura con un galletón, así que mejor decidí agarrar lo primero que encontré y bajar a buscar a Papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salí a la calle, ya el Barrio entero estaba ahí opinando. La “Lluvia de Ideas” para resolver el problema fue impresionante. Una de las brillantes ideas era echarle AGUA a los Cables de Alta Tensión para apagar el fuego…Gracias a los Cielos que no lo hicieron y los “Electricistas” de por aquí arreglaron la vaina no sé ni como…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sea, denle un maldito respiro a uno, coñazo!!! Uno ya no puede ni llegar a su casa a descansar tranquilo porque siempre hay una maldita vaina que le jode la tarde a uno. Como que no es suficiente ya con el calor infernal que le tiene sancochado a uno hasta los pensamientos…&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/11487638-114913732419631754?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114913732419631754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114913732419631754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114913732419631754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114913732419631754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/06/que-pas-mi-pas.html' title='Que País, Mi País...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114903244995512962</id><published>2006-05-30T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:42:46.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As borrowed From&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://survivingaworldofassholes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy to be me, proud of my mistakes and a bit sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a new car, and am planning on buying one real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I were “Debt Free”, but that’s not looking all too feasible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ginis Pinis! You best come in December, Biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WONDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me ‘bout the blue, blue sky and all that I can see is just a Yellow Lemmon Tree…Hehehe…No, I wonder why whenever you NEED to stay clean, you manage to spill half your food on your clothes…or at least I manage to…Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REGRET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not visiting my Grandma more often…I miss her a lot…and I regret ever giving him a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hypocritical. If I don’t like someone or something, I don’t pretend to…I am not materialistic either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; poorly…but I try anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a good mood…I have my moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE WITH MY HANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Puca Necklaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WRITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what’s in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CONFUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Love with Lust sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go away! The beach maybe…or a Cabin on the Woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quit drinking so much Coke. It’s gonna fuck up my Kidneys…I know it…and go on a Diet while I’m at it…and stay on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I START&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; probably too many things I know I’ll never finish, like Jujutsu…who the hell told me to start that!!!??? And what’s even more important…why didn’t anyone stop me!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something and I try not to look back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whoever wants to borrow this!&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/11487638-114903244995512962?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114903244995512962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114903244995512962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114903244995512962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114903244995512962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-borrowed-from-wicked-i-am-happy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114890446797650476</id><published>2006-05-29T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:07:48.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Dish Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Sunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my Sunglasses at night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/NR.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/NM.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friend, Mykey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/NK.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister Kaki &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/NJ.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Friend Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114890446797650476?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114890446797650476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114890446797650476' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114890446797650476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114890446797650476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-dish-pics.html' title='Deep Dish Pics'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114875114314950480</id><published>2006-05-27T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:32:23.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...Deep Dish!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Deep%20Dish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Deep%20Dish.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/11487638-114875114314950480?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114875114314950480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114875114314950480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114875114314950480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114875114314950480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/tonightdeep-dish.html' title='Tonight...Deep Dish!!!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114859828208129033</id><published>2006-05-25T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:04:42.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Too%20Hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Too%20Hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ehhh...Y este maldito calor??? No hemos llegado al verano aún y yo creo que si esto sigue así no llego tampoco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me toy bañando tanto que creo que me voy a gastar!!! Me bebo como 6 litros de agua…si sigo así me voy a “ajogar” el cerebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no... Es que no hay ropa que uno se pueda poner…Usted puede andar en cueros en la calle y todavía!!! Yo me estoy volviendo loca ya…hasta de mal humor toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo que trabajo aprovecho la hora de almuerzo pa hacer cualquier diligencia. La vaina es que si uno sale a hacer cualquier cosa al medio día el aire del carro no enfría!!! El otro día pensé que era que se había dañado, pero en la noche parecía un Freezer de carnes…o sea que fue la hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya yo no sé a que Santo más rezarle pa ver si mandan un frente frío como el año pasado… Yo toy casi, casi sancochándome con este malditísimo calor. Tamo a nivel del 9no. Círculo del Infierno de Dante!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que me voy a ir a comprar una Piscinita de esas que venden en La Americana, para llenarla de agua tó los días y meterme ahí. &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/11487638-114859828208129033?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114859828208129033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114859828208129033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114859828208129033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114859828208129033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114851363221108949</id><published>2006-05-24T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:33:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day, Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Dylan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941) is an American singer-songwriter, musician and poet. He turns 65 today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of Dylan's best known work is from the 1960s, when he became an informal Documentarian and reluctant figurehead of American unrest. Some of his songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are A-Changin'", became anthems of the anti-war and civil rights movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan's lyrics incorporated politics, social commentary, philosophy and literary influences, defying existing pop music conventions and appealing widely to the counterculture of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan's influence on popular music is incalculable. As a songwriter, he pioneered several different schools of pop songwriting, from confessional singer/songwriter to winding, hallucinatory, stream-of-conscious narratives. As a vocalist, he broke down the notions that in order to perform, a singer had to have a conventionally good voice, thereby redefining the role of vocalist in popular music. As a musician, he sparked several genres of pop music, including electrified folk-rock and country-rock. And that just touches on the tip of his achievements.  Below, is my all-time favorite song by Mr. Dylan. Many, many are awesome...But this one gets to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR. TAMBOURINE MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,&lt;br /&gt;In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,&lt;br /&gt;Vanished from my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;My weariness amazes me; I'm branded on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to meet&lt;br /&gt;And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,&lt;br /&gt;My senses have been stripped; my hands can't feel to grip,&lt;br /&gt;My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels&lt;br /&gt;To be wanderin'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade&lt;br /&gt;Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to go under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin'&lt;br /&gt;Madly across the sun,&lt;br /&gt;It's not aimed at anyone; it's just escapin' on the run&lt;br /&gt;And but for the sky there are no fences facin'&lt;br /&gt;And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To your Tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're&lt;br /&gt;Seein' that he's chasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,&lt;br /&gt;The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,&lt;br /&gt;Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,&lt;br /&gt;Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,&lt;br /&gt;With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget about today until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&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/11487638-114851363221108949?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114851363221108949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114851363221108949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114851363221108949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114851363221108949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-b-day-bob.html' title='Happy B-Day, Bob'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114826780876971451</id><published>2006-05-21T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:16:48.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/3%20Years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/3%20Years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114826780876971451?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114826780876971451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114826780876971451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114826780876971451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114826780876971451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114772542096146836</id><published>2006-05-15T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:44:36.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Answered Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As Stolen From &lt;a href="http://www.vincins.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. How many keys are on your keychain? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 for the front gate, 2 for the front door, 1 for my room and 2 for my office…6 in total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. What curse word do you use the most? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In Spanish: Coño and in English: Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Do you own an iPod? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, and it is currently broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Who on your Myspace "Top 8" do you talk to most? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't use Myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. What time is your alarm clock set for? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. How many suitcases do you own? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 Big Suitcases and 2 Carry-ons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you wear flip-flops even when it's cold outside? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup. I love Flip Flops. I own like 10 pairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Where do you get your groceries from? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My fridge…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Both! I’m picture crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. What was the last movie you watched? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tristan &amp; Isolde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do any of your friends have children? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you won the lottery, what's the first thing you would buy? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A car and then an apartment…then I would travel, travel &amp;amp; then travel some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Has anyone ever called you lazy? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah. I always try and get people to so things for me…hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. sometimes I’m out before my head touches the pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. What CD is currently in your CD player? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last CD I listened to was The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Has anyone told you a secret this week? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. When was the last time someone hit on you? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not too long ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. What did you have for dinner? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mofongo…Don’t know what that is? Google it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you wear Hoodies often? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the weather allows it. I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you whistle? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Have you ever participated in a protest? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person to call you? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your favorite ride at an amusement park? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roller Coasters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you think people talk about you behind your back? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No not really, but if they do I really don’t give a flying fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. What area code are you in right now? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;809 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Did you watch cartoons as a child? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah, but mostly boys’ cartoons. I was the biggest tomboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How big is your local mall? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many siblings do you have? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you shy around the opposite sex? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not at all, if anything, I’m too friendly sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your biggest regret? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention” (My Way, Frank Sinatra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. Have you ever had Jamba Juice? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. What the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. When was the last time you laughed so hard your sides hurt? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last Monday. I went out with some friends and laughed my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. What movie do you know every line to? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Pretty Woman” &amp;amp; “The Breakfast Club”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. Do you own any band T-Shirts? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I used to own a Guns ‘N Roses one…damn, I loved that T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. When was your last plane ride? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. How many chairs are at your dining room table? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. What is your favorite salad dressing? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m not a big Salad Lover, but Blue Cheese or Ranch will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. Do you read for fun? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40. Can you speak any languages other than English? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spanish is my Mother Tongue and I also parle un peu de Francais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41. Do you do your own dishes? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What color is your bedroom painted? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blue, but I’m having it painted it Beige this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. Have you ever cried in public? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Which do you make: wishes or plans? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I make Plans…but a little Wishing never hurt anyone, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. Are you always trying to learn new things? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. Are you currently wanting any Piercings or Tattoos? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes! I want a Tattoo…but I kinda promised my Mom I wouldn’t get another one…dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. Do you believe that the guy should pay on the first date? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49. Can you skip rocks? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, but I’m no expert either…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever been to Jamaica? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Myself, only richer...so I could travel more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52. How many pairs of shoes do you own? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More than I really need, but I’m a girl so it’s OK, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;53. Do you love your job? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Has someone you loved died in the last year? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What to snack on at the movie theatres? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pop Corn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. Who was your favorite teacher? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I could stomach a couple…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57. Have you ever dated someone out of your race? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58. What is the weather like? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hot as the Ninth Circle of Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. Do you have an online journal? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;61. What was your favorite class in high school? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Literature and Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. Does your closest Starbucks have a drive-thru? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don’t have a Starbucks…but would love one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;63. Do you eat breakfast daily? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. What was the last thing to scare you? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some dream my sister had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What is your favorite fruit? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not really, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Are you picky about spelling and grammar? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;68. What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Opposite, definitely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70. What did you dress up as for your first Halloween? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We don’t really DO Halloween here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71. Do you like mustard? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Would you ever sky dive? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, if it weren’t so goddman expensive I would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73 Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I start out on my back and almost always end up on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What character from a movie most reminds you of yourself? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dunno, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you enjoy giving hugs? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I love a good hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76. Would you consider yourself to be fashionable? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. I almost never wear the “Latest Trends”…I have my own thing going on…I’m usually more on the “Comfy” side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77. Do you own a digital camera? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, a piece of shit, but it does the trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What celebrities have you been compared to? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pocahontas!!! Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes!!! Why the fuck do people do that!!!???&lt;/span&gt; 80. Are you a jealous person? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;81. Do you ever feel guilty after eating meat? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, if only it weren’t so yummy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. If you were born the opposite sex, what would your name have been? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably Samuel, like my Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If you go pee in the morning after you wake up, can you fall back to sleep? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. I can almost always go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST:&lt;br /&gt;84. What is something that nobody has ever asked you that you wish that they would? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would you forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114772542096146836?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114772542096146836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114772542096146836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114772542096146836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114772542096146836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-answered-questions.html' title='Many Answered Questions'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114729355742920891</id><published>2006-05-10T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:39:17.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy, Crappy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Este fue uno de esos días en que uno piensa: “Debí haberme quedado durmiendo, coño”. Uno de esos días donde lo malo de uno son los demás, como decía Mafalda…Que mierda de día!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver…me levanté con un sueño que me iba de lado. Y ni siquiera fue que me fui de bonche anoche, no…simplemente amanecí eplotá como un cohete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me olvidó que el Aire Acondicionado de mi oficina tiene casi un mes dañado, (por algo que no cuesta ni RD$2,000.00…para eso nunca hay dinero en Caja Chica, coñazo) y me puse una camisa mangas largas de una tela que pica un chin. Me tuve que subir las mangas casi hasta el hombro porque me estaba "ajogando" del malditísimo calor. Mi lugar de trabajo se asemeja bastante al Noveno Círculo del Infierno de Dante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me senté en mi escritorio a las 8:00 a.m., había una pilita de vainas para hacer, que como siempre, eran para "ya". Alcancé a beberme mi Cafecito a las 9:00 de la mañana…ya hasta medio frío estaba. El día entero fue candela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un respiro que tuve, me paré del escritorio para fumarme un cigarrillito. Cuando iba saliendo de la oficina me tropecé (no sé con qué) y casi me voy de boca. Me tuve que agarrar de un pana que iba pasando porque si me llegaba a caer segurito que se me hubiesen ido todos los dientes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el tropiezo, se me rompió el taco del maldito zapato. Desde las 10:00 de la mañana anduve medio coja porque como ando a pie, no pude ir a mi casa a cambiármelo. Me jarté de andar coja y le arranqué el taco al otro zapato…ya entonces parecía que andaba con unas chancletitas (más charli quel diablo) y los pantalones arrastrándose por el piso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieron las 12:00 y me atacó un hambre anormal. No tenía mucho $$$, así que fui al cajero a sacar algo para pedir Delivery de algún sitio. El maldito cajero no servía y como no tengo un chele en la Tarjeta de Crédito crucé donde “Finí”, el pana que tiene un puesto de comida (Fonda-Móvil) al frente de mi oficina y me comí un plato de arroz, habichuela y carne y todavía lo estoy repitiendo…me cayó como una pedrá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ná, llegué a mi casa y lo primerito que me dice mi papá es que le debo unos chelitos que cogí con su Tarjeta de Crédito el mes pasado, como que yo tengo dinero para pagarle ahora, men…Ná, que se va a tener que esperar a que yo cobre porque ni me acordaba de esa vaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiré un chin porque por lo menos había luz y pude sentarme en la Computer a hablar pendejadas con par de panas…a ver como termina este día…&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/11487638-114729355742920891?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114729355742920891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114729355742920891' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114729355742920891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114729355742920891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/crappy-crappy-day.html' title='Crappy, Crappy Day'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114702770571255405</id><published>2006-05-07T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:48:25.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Fucked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114702770571255405?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114702770571255405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114702770571255405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114702770571255405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114702770571255405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Fucked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114687168672419014</id><published>2006-05-05T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:28:06.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Franny &amp; Zooey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/FrannyZooey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A couple of days ago, I started reading this book by &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;J.D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; asked me to give my opinion on it. Well, I absolutely loved this book, but instead of taking you through it and what it's all about, I'm gonna post my favorite parts of it…the little parts that struck a cord…and that I agree with. I think that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The word "Goddamn" can never be over-used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people so brilliant that they can hardly ever open their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that write poems that get published and anthologized all over the place, but they're not really poets because they don't leave something beautiful behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good five-minute-cry can have a pacifying effect on your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget generic people, you know, the ones that look like everybody else, talk like everybody else, act like everybody else and think like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they do not, everybody suspects themselves to have at least one of the Cardinal Virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people hold Jesus in a higher regard than their own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's facts can be untrue or exaggerated, but not necessarily wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody knows how to talk to people they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should at least try for some of kind of kindness when they're feeling mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man, you never get to sit on a window seat on a train again after you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no difference between a man who's greedy for material or intellectual treasure and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sicks on people who have the gall to accuse him of having created an ugly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say many things in the heat of the moment that we don't exactly mean and are sorry for the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any prayer in any Religion in the world that justifies piousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, you can use the same energy to stay well and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people use Religion as a substitute for doing whatever the hell their duty is in life, or just their daily duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people praise a God they don't even understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mother in the world thinks a "nice, hot cup of chicken broth" is enough to make all your troubles go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, that not every book should be read by just anybody.&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/11487638-114687168672419014?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114687168672419014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114687168672419014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114687168672419014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114687168672419014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/franny-zooey.html' title='Franny &amp; Zooey'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_FrannyZooey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114680521141918675</id><published>2006-05-05T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:00:11.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Love2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Love2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vi en el Blog de &lt;a href="http://www.asigunelmacolapedra.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; un Post que me gustó muchísimo. Decía:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do You Believe In Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh L’Amour!!! Que temita…Para mí, el amor es un sentimiento que con todo y lo súper sublime que puede ser, en la generalidad de los casos te agarra por los tobillos, te pone de cabeza y te zarandea, te pone de vuelta y media, te confunde, te deja bruta, te hace sentir ilusión y desesperanza a la vez…es confuso, pero al mismo tiempo te aclara todas las dudas. Es glorioso, pero cuando te da en la madre y te deja aturdido, lo maldices…hasta que te pasa otra vez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le dejé un Comment a Moma que decía así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“Durante el curso de mis 28 años, he querido mucho y muy profundo. He querido de diferentes formas y en diferentes medidas. He querido por razones tangibles y he querido sin razón alguna y si hay algo que he aprendido es que, como dijo Nietzsche, aunque siempre hay algo de locura en el amor, también es cierto que siempre hay algo de razón en la locura”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pienso que aunque muchas veces &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sepamos&lt;/span&gt; que es una locura albergar determinado sentimiento hacia alguien, nos damos cuenta que es en las cualidades que se conjugan en esa persona, objeto de nuestro afecto, que se encuentra la razón de toda nuestra locura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La vaina es que enamorarse es sufrir de una &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;demencia temporal&lt;/span&gt;… Literalmente, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“te vuelves loco”&lt;/span&gt; por alguien y ya nada más importa…todo a tu alrededor desaparece y lo único que está en foco es esa mirada, esa boca, esas manos, esa persona que se ha convertido en objeto de las más dulces, y a la vez absurdas, de tus fantasías. De hecho, hay estudios que prueban que los Cat Scans de pacientes enamorados, muestran similitud con aquellos de un enfermo mental. Esto es porque el Amor crea actividad en la misma área del cerebro que el hambre y la sed. Y es que cuando sentimos ese flechazo por alguien, sentimos hambre y sed de esa persona…o por lo menos a mí me ha pasado así. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Y que te correspondan es un palo!!!&lt;/span&gt; No hay nada mejor en el mundo que “amar y ser amado”, pero la vida no siempre es justa y hay que sufrir un chin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;y eso si es grande “aficiarse” solo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ay!!! Pero nada se puede hacer cuando ves a esa persona dormir…cuando él te despierta roncando o hablando o cantando y en vez de molestarte por el sueño que estás perdiendo, te quedas embobada viéndolo dormir…Nada supera ese sentimiento de que el corazón se te paró en seco porque él entró por la puerta…nada se compara con la luz que brilla en tus ojitos de borrego a medio morir cuando él te mira…Y cuando te besa…Bueno…Ahí se paran las aguas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y lo cool es que uno nunca sabe a quien va a querer…quien va a llegar un día con un beso y te va a dejar idiota deseando otro y otro y otro. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Es una Lotería, el amor…&lt;/span&gt;y hay muchos tipos de amor…y nunca sabes cuando llegará a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida no es más que una colección de momentos. Unos felices, otros no tanto…Y así sea que solo tendrás un momento de “Amor” disfrutar de ese momento es la mejor opción, así que, sea correspondido o no, déle pá’lante y disfrute de su momentico. &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/11487638-114680521141918675?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114680521141918675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114680521141918675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114680521141918675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114680521141918675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-love.html' title='About Love'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114660656281601887</id><published>2006-05-02T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:49:22.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Peanuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114660656281601887?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114660656281601887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114660656281601887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114660656281601887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114660656281601887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/innocence.html' title='Innocence...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Peanuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114653384334916585</id><published>2006-05-01T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:37:23.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weaker Sex???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Female%20Sign.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Female%20Sign.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A woman is like a tea bag. It's only when she's in hot water that you realize how strong she is” &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Carl Sandburg, American Poet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I have always been a “Brutally Honest” person. I say what I feel and when I feel it because I believe that the whole point of having feelings in the first place is being able to express them…what we don’t say festers inside of us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean I say EVERYTHING that pops into my head without considering other people’s feelings and the consequences that saying those things can bring, because I do have a little filter right in the middle of the wire that connects my brain to my tongue. What I mean is that I don’t say everything I think, but instead, I try not saying the opposite of what I think…Point? I try not to lie…I’m not really good at it…and I have eyes that speak for me anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like honest, direct, sincere, straightforward people. I like to hear the truth even if it hurts; and it is always better to hear it from the person you expect it from than to hear it from a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the dawn of time women have been referred to as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“The Weaker Sex”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. Well, maybe most men are physically stronger than women, but I say we are just as strong (if not stronger) emotionally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe women to be strong, particularly in this day in age. I hate it when I hear a line like this one: “I’m sorry I lied to you. I just wanted to spare your feelings”. What The Fuck!!! The lying hurts even more!!! Whatever you have to say, we can take it…and we might even respect you for being honest instead of cursing you for being a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like an honest man. Some might say this is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ultimate Oximoron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, but there are a lot of them out there…and I know a few. I like a man that is able to tell you exactly what to expect and who is utterly blunt…because then and only then, can one make an informed decision as to become involved with them or not. It’s refreshing to find a man that is truthful…from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like honesty…as Cliché as it may sound; it’s always the best policy!!! &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/11487638-114653384334916585?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114653384334916585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114653384334916585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114653384334916585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114653384334916585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/weaker-sex.html' title='The Weaker Sex???'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114633924666689939</id><published>2006-04-29T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:16:59.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Addition To The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Frida%20Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Frida%20Isabella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This is my new Puppy. Her name is &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Frida Isabella&lt;/span&gt; and she was given to me by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ain't she the cutest little thing ever!!! I have ben going Ga-Ga all day watching her eat, sleep and walk about...She has Puppy Breath still!!!&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/11487638-114633924666689939?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114633924666689939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114633924666689939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114633924666689939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114633924666689939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/newest-addition-to-family.html' title='Newest Addition To The Family'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114633250467721802</id><published>2006-04-29T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:41:44.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOICES ARE THE HINGES OF DESTINY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esto me lo robé vilmente del Blog de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://asigunelmacolapedra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Es así,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Si tuviese que irme lejos de la civilización por un año y me dijeran que sólo puedo llevar uno de cada uno de una categoría de objetos indispensables para mí, ésta sería mi lista”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un CD: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haría una compilación de mis canciones favoritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una Película: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Dreams May Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Artículo de Cuidado Personal: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi Splash de Vainilla de Bath &amp; Body Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Juguete: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Barajas pa jugar Solitario y Carta Blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Recuerdo: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi vida entera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Soporte: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una Prenda: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi anillo de Libélula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Calzado: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mis Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Libro: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El Principito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Algo Indispensable: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lápiz y Papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un Aparato Eléctrico: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Un Radio…La vida sin música sería un error ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de libre elección: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fotos de mis seres queridos.&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/11487638-114633250467721802?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114633250467721802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114633250467721802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114633250467721802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114633250467721802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/choices-are-hinges-of-destiny.html' title='CHOICES ARE THE HINGES OF DESTINY'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114616997778269429</id><published>2006-04-27T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:32:57.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth" (JFK)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ayer, me pasé todo el día con un humor &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"de perros"&lt;/span&gt;. Tuve una discusión con mi Ma a las 7:30 a.m. y eso marcó el resto de mi día. Llegué al trabajo y fue una vaina tras otra. La cosa es que a las 5:00 de la tarde ya estaba quillada/frustrada/triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a casa y me senté en la computadora. Me encontré con &lt;a href="http://www.ysinohaycolirio.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dieguito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en el MSN y él me recetó el remedio perfecto para cambiar mi estado de ánimo. Me dijo: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Cámbiate y arranca para la Feria del Libro"&lt;/span&gt;. Ni siquiera lo pensé mucho. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me fui sola&lt;/span&gt;. He estado haciendo muchas cosas sola últimamente y es muy cool. Se tiene tiempo para los pensamientos sin que lo jodan a uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, llegué y me puse a dar vueltas. Yo no sé, talvez estoy equivocada, pero una Feria debería ser un lugar donde las personas pueden conseguir artículos a precio de oportunidad, es decir, más baratos…pues este año la Feria del Libro es para ricos. Coño!!! Qué caros están!!! Eso sí, ahí no faltó ninguna cadena de comida ni ninguna Institución del Estado. Habían Mimos (odio a los malditos Mimos casi tanto como a los Payasos), había un pana tirando fuego por la boca, tígueres en Zancos…de tó! Lo que encontré flojo, irónicamente, fue la variedad en los libros. Pero nada, que ese no es el punto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando vueltas encontré un Puesto de Literatura Cubana y me compré un libro de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Angel_Buesa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;José Ángel Buesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que es uno de mis poetas favoritos. Como todavía estaba claro, compré una Coca Cola y me senté en un murito a leer mi libro. Hasta lloré un chin con un poema de él que nunca había leído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En eso me llamó Diego y me dijo que estaba allá. Nos juntamos y empezamos a dar vueltas, a ver y a gastar los chelitos. No debí haber salido de mi casa con dinero en la cartera. Me volví medio loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un momento, nos sentamos a fumarnos un cigarrillo y empezamos a hablar. La vaina fue que le mencioné del libro que empecé a leerme ayer (Franny &amp; Zooey) y que sin haber llegado ni a un cuarto del contenido, ya había algo que llamó mi atención y fue la actitud de una de las figuras principales del libro (Franny), esa inconformidad que se destaca siempre en nosotros los humanos. Es cierto que nunca estamos conformes…y que siempre estamos cambiando de parecer. Entonces, Diego me habló de la canción &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"True Happiness"&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_The"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; y dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"And have you ever wanted something so badly&lt;br /&gt;That it possessed your body and your soul&lt;br /&gt;Through the night and through the day?&lt;br /&gt;Until you finally get it&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize&lt;br /&gt;That it wasn't what you wanted after all&lt;br /&gt;And then those self same sickly little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Now go and attach themselves to something or somebody new&lt;br /&gt;And the whole Goddamn thing starts all over again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me puse a pensar en esto y "me fui en una"… Talvez, no es inconformidad per se lo que nos aleja de cosas o de personas…talvez es que mientras vamos creciendo y aprendiendo cosas nuevas nuestra perspectiva cambia; cambia la óptica con la que miramos. Es como si le pusieran aumento a los espejuelos con los que vemos el mundo y lo que un día nos parecía genial, ya hoy, habiendo tenido otras experiencias, empieza a verse común…y corriente, Pero, como quiera que sea ¿quien dice que la Inconformidad tiene que ser necesariamente algo malo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;¿Cuantas veces no me ha pasado eso mismo? Me empeño en conseguir algo y después ya no lo quiero…después de tanto joder, ya no lo quiero. Me pasa con muchas cosas. Siempre busco algo nuevo, me empieza a picar el deseo de aventuras nuevas, de gente nueva de lugares nuevos, de experiencias nuevas, de libros nuevos…cambian los panas (hay una diferencia entre panas y amigos, eh?), cambia mi cabello, cambia mi ropa, cambia mi actitud. Un día soy dócil, otro día soy una fiera; un día sentimental, otro día inmutable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No me gusta lo estático. No me gusta "Conformarme"…me gusta tener alternativas…me gusta "jartarme" de una vaina y ver que hay más adelante. Me gusta "aburrirme" de algo y buscar otra opción. Me gusta mi "Inconformidad"…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esta mañana, llegué a la oficina y empecé &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"La Gaya Ciencia"&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nietzsche"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (que lo encontré a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RD$100.00&lt;/span&gt;) y coincidencialmente tropecé, en uno de los Aforismos, con esta frasecita que va perfectamente con lo que expuse más arriba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Poco a poco nos vamos cansando de lo viejo, de lo que poseemos con seguridad, y de nuevo volvemos a extender las manos" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Estoy alternando como 4 libros, porque del humor con el que amanezco dependerá lo que voy a leer y hasta la música que voy a escuchar). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trato de no ser insensible y de tomar en cuenta los sentimientos de los demás, pero generalmente termino haciendo lo que me dice mi cabeza, mi corazón o mi páncreas…la vida es demasiado corta para no tratar de ser feliz. Si ya encuentro que no quepo (nunca había escrito esa palabra!!!) en un lugar, o en una relación…pos me voy. No me conformo….lo hice una vez y ya no pienso hacerlo más. El que se conforma por menos de lo que merece, termina recibiendo aún menos de eso por lo que se conformó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ná, que talvez sea un error pensar así…pero, "me gustan mis errores. No voy a renunciar a la deliciosa libertad de equivocarme".&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/11487638-114616997778269429?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114616997778269429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114616997778269429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114616997778269429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114616997778269429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/conformity-is-jailer-of-freedom-and.html' title='&quot;Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth&quot; (JFK)'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114610760153165060</id><published>2006-04-26T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:13:21.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Lava%20Lamp.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Lava%20Lamp.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is my &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lava Lamp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Well, one like this one. I misplaced my camera and couldn’t take a Pic) At first glance it's nothing more than a decorative touch in my room, but for me it's a bit more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read on my bed. I turn on the lights, pull down the covers and snuggle under them with a book. Yesterday I started reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.D._Salinger"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;J.D. Salinger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franny_and_Zooey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franny &amp; Zooey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I call Nanuk (my Doggie) to keep me company and depending on the hour, I'll light a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie on the bed facing the Lava Lamp. Sometimes I'll lift my sight form the pages of the book I'm reading and just stare at it. It's soothing and relaxing to look at…The gooey liquid going up and down, curling into little balls distracts me and for a short period my mind goes blank and I forget about everything and everyone. For the most minuscule moment, I am truly and utterly untroubled…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That sometimes things are over even before they've begun&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes, they don't call&lt;br /&gt;That I owe money&lt;br /&gt;That I wanna run to the Airport and take the first plane to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;That I overanalyze everything so much that in the end, most things make absolutely no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;That I wish I could paint&lt;br /&gt;That I never ever thought I would “Hate” someone and I do&lt;br /&gt;That I have to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;That I promised my Mom I wouldn't get another Tattoo, even when I do want one&lt;br /&gt;That I know I shouldn't have studied to be a Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;My very few regrets&lt;br /&gt;That just because you want something does not mean you should get it&lt;br /&gt;That life is way too short to be worrying about what people will say&lt;br /&gt;That the past is a nice place to visit, but a horrible one to live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For a brief moment, I forget all my troubles, all my worries and all my sorrows…and I'm free. &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/11487638-114610760153165060?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114610760153165060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114610760153165060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114610760153165060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114610760153165060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/deep-breath.html' title='Deep Breath...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114592163966819261</id><published>2006-04-24T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:33:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Questions You'd Never Think To Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I stole this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vincins.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No, not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes. I’m scared shitless of Roller Coasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. When's the last time you've been sledding?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A million years ago…I was 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Depends on the someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think I am sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh Hell Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, I really don’t like either one THAT way, but if I had to choose, I’d say Angelina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;More than I want to. Politics is a cool subject…It's the Politicians that suck ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One day, I was studying for a final. Me and some friends had the brilliant idea t brew Coffee using Coca Cola instead of water…we wanted the “Extra Caffeine”. Shit, I was up for 2 ½ days and sweating bullets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. What's your favorite commercial?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think it’s a “Chase” commercial that features that song “100 Years” by Five For Fighting…it’s awesome! Made me cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Who was your first love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had the biggest crush on David, a kid I knew in Preschool…hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around how fast do you go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fast enough to lose someone that’s tailing me, not so fast that the Cops will pull me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes. Who the hell doesn’t???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NY Yankees, baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. Have you ever been Ice Skating?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, and I did not fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Very often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I laugh all the time…but this weekend I was out with a friend and I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatle's?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Penny Lane”, “In My Life”, “Eleanor Rigby”, “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” &amp;amp; “The Fool On The Hill”. Those are some of my faves. I absolutely love The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. What's the one thing on your mind?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I can’t say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No, that is a ridiculous notion. If it were true, everybody would be falling in love all the time. I believe in “Lust” at first sight, but not “Love”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someone from “The Howard Stern Show”. I love him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24. How often do you brush your teeth a day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2 one in the morning and at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wish I could Paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26. Do you like sushi?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes a couple of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. What do you wear to bed? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Umm…when I’m home and in my own bed, I sleep naked. When I can’t, I’ll wear as little as possible…too much fabric pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Have you ever been caught stealing? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Does size matter? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whaddaya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. How many drinks of alcohol a day? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don’t usually drink, so when I have 3 drinks I’m out! I’m a cheap date…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. Rock or Rap? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ROCK definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tough one…I’d have to say Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman or Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. Do you know anyone in jail? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. Have you ever sung in front of the mirror? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All the time! I sing in the shower too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. How often do you like whoopie? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Damn…Whoopie’s awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What food do you find disgusting? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Escargot (Snails)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes, I was 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No, I do it to their face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not really. If I can’t make it, I always call… “Do unto others as you’d have done to you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114592163966819261?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114592163966819261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114592163966819261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114592163966819261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114592163966819261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/40-questions-youd-never-think-to-ask.html' title='40 Questions You&apos;d Never Think To Ask'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114591459307250349</id><published>2006-04-24T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:36:33.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nada, que me preguntaron que porqué no dejaba que cualquiera opinara en mi Blog y decidí habilitar esa opción...yo sé que van a haber un par de indecentes que dejarán comentarios ofensivos y/o provocativos pero defiendo la libertad de expresión. Escriban lo que les venga en gana, no pienso borrarlos.&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/11487638-114591459307250349?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114591459307250349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114591459307250349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114591459307250349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114591459307250349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me-what-you-think.html' title='Tell Me What You Think...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114584824645469290</id><published>2006-04-23T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:10:46.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114584824645469290?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114584824645469290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114584824645469290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114584824645469290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114584824645469290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/t-h-n-k-y-o-u_114584824645469290.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114564971908440296</id><published>2006-04-21T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:01:59.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A couple of days ago, a friend of mine gave me a book he had written. It’s a story book and it took me a total of 3 hours to read because I couldn’t put it down. He writes about the simplest of things with exemplary greatness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. The thing is that in one of the stories he’s talking about a girl he knew 10 years back and how different she was; how life had changed her. I just couldn’t get past his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking of myself 10 years ago and suddenly, that Beatles song “In My Life” came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There are places I remember&lt;br /&gt;All my life, though some have changed&lt;br /&gt;Some forever not for better&lt;br /&gt;Some have gone and some remain&lt;br /&gt;All these places had their moments&lt;br /&gt;With lovers and friends&lt;br /&gt;I still can recall&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and some are living&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've loved them all”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One thing’s for certain: you can rack up a hell of a lot of memories in 10 years…it’s astounding just how many people cross your path…some become a part of you, while others don’t even leave a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 10 years, I’ve made up my mind about certain things and I have then changed my mind, I’ve fallen in love and out of love and then back in love again, I have seen a lot and then I haven’t seen all that much…I have lived, and I mean actually LIVED my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago an old friend came by to visit me. He’s a “married man” now and we got to talking about “the old days”. He told me I still have “that thing” that makes me ME…I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, but I thanked him anyways. It’s nice to know that even though I have grown and matured, I haven’t lost my “MEness” yeah, I know that’s not a word…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking about all this, the thing that brought a smile to my lips is that no matter what went down is the last decade, I am happy with the way things are now. Maybe I haven’t done all I wanted to do, but, God willing, I still have time…I am just living my life right now, making mistakes and learning from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to live life. Enjoy it. Stop every once in a while and admire the view….life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what I’ll be like 10 years from now…&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/11487638-114564971908440296?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114564971908440296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114564971908440296' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114564971908440296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114564971908440296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114557735134037749</id><published>2006-04-20T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:55:51.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Feel Like Writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Power.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Image From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114557735134037749?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114557735134037749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114557735134037749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114557735134037749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114557735134037749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-feel-like-writing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Feel Like Writing...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114532690389598354</id><published>2006-04-17T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:21:43.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Kiss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“A kiss can be a Comma, a Question Mark or an Exclamation Point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.”&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/11487638-114532690389598354?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114532690389598354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114532690389598354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114532690389598354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114532690389598354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/kiss-can-be-comma-question-mark-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Kiss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114523467526045648</id><published>2006-04-16T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:12:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y lo que no está, no hace falta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The trip was awesome!!! In the beginning, 10 of us paid for the house we rented, but at one point there were 20+ people in there. We had a Resident DJ playing when we weren’t at the beach, it didn’t rain, everybody got along super well, I have a gorgeous Tan…yeah, I’m too tired to write, so I’ll leave you with my favorite Pic…it was around 6:30 when I took this…I loved being able to wait for the sun to come up surrounded by my friends…this will go down as one of the very best Easter Break Weekends ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/Sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114523467526045648?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114523467526045648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114523467526045648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114523467526045648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114523467526045648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/y-lo-que-no-est-no-hace-falta.html' title='Y lo que no está, no hace falta!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Blog%20Pics/th_Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114487952504877530</id><published>2006-04-12T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:05:25.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Cabarete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Cabarete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cabarete, Dominican Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter Break is here!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tomorrow I leave for Cabarete with a bunch of my friends until Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;...Ahhh!!! Sun, fun, drinks and my friends...what more can one ask for!!! &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/11487638-114487952504877530?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114487952504877530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114487952504877530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114487952504877530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114487952504877530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/cabarete-dominican-republiceaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114427001226161550</id><published>2006-04-05T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:46:52.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Happy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Desde hace un par de días, estoy de tan buen humor que me sorprende. Digo, cuando dan las 7:00 y tengo que pararme de la cama, todavía echo un millón de pestes porque desearía quedarme durmiendo un chin más. Es como decía un Sticker que vi una vez: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“I’d be a morning person if it didn’t start so damn early in the day”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…mierda, me da un trabajo del carajo levanterme. A veces siento que es arrastrándome que llego a la ducha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I digress…la vaina es que estuve pensando en esa canción de Incubus que dice &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and in this moment I am happy”&lt;/span&gt;. Así a simple vista no es la gran vaina la frasecita, pero me puse a pensar en esos momentitos, esas, a veces, milésimas de segundos en que todo está bien y en ese preciso instante te sientes feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pos les cuento que así me siento. Estoy muy feliz!!! Porque??? Bueno, estoy happy happy porque…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Aunque tengo una olla tutumpótica, tengo un millón de recuerdos del último viaje en el cual gasté los chelitos&lt;br /&gt;-  Aunque toy debaratá y eplotá como un cohete, ya nadie me quita lo bailado&lt;br /&gt;- Aunque me han roto el corazón, el mismo late sanito y fuerte nuevamente…men, gracias!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Tengo a mis amigos y tengo a mis panas&lt;br /&gt;- Tengo salud&lt;br /&gt;- Tengo una familia chulísima que me apoya hasta las vagabunderías de eplotar la Tarjeta de Crédito para irme de bonche&lt;br /&gt;- Tengo un trabajo, que aunque no es lo último de los muñequitos, me permite ciertos gusticos&lt;br /&gt;- Hace una semana no tenía pa donde ir en Semana Santa (ni con qué $$$ irme tampoco), y hoy ya somos 12 que nos vamos pa &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cabarete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antes no me gustaba ni un chin la Música Electrónica y ya hoy le he cogido el gustico y es ahora una cosa más que puedo compartir con &lt;a href="http://natyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/sisterly-love_13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi hermanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aunque tengo un par (más o menos 20) libras de más, todo el mundo me encuentra más bonita!!! (Será por los cabellos???)&lt;br /&gt;- Los cabellos me están creciendo má rápido quel diablo!!! Si sigo así, Daniela Romo me va a quedar corta!!!&lt;br /&gt;- I have made peace with my past and I have learned to embrace my new sense of self&lt;br /&gt;- Llevo 9 libros leídos en lo que va de año&lt;br /&gt;- Me acabo de comprar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=519&amp;style=g&amp;amp;color=22&amp;size=M"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;este T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Para los que no quieran darle al Link, tiene splatter de colores y dice &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I Just Killed A Clown”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…porque &lt;a href="http://natyland.blogspot.com/2005/07/yes-i-hate-clowns.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odio a los malditos Payasos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…y a los Mimos también&lt;br /&gt;- Aunque es cierto que me he vuelto medio Cínica, todavía me emociono cuando veo una &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Libélula&lt;/span&gt; volando o cuando veo una peliculita de esas bien romanticonas y pendejas&lt;br /&gt;- Aunque no he realizado muchos de los sueños que tenía cuando pequeña, tengo nuevos sueños que los han reemplazado&lt;br /&gt;- Ayer me acosté a las 5:00 de la tarde dizque a dormir “una siestecita” y me fui corrido hasta las 7.00 de la mañana…dormí 14 horas y me levanté como si me hubiera bebido un galón de Red Bull.&lt;br /&gt;- And because I am proud of myself and proud of every mistake I ever made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;…ná, toy contenta…&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/11487638-114427001226161550?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114427001226161550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114427001226161550' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114427001226161550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114427001226161550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-happy.html' title='I Am Happy!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114410375410945521</id><published>2006-04-03T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:37:10.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Love In My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When I was a kid, I used to love “Chucks”. I had them in all sorts of colors:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;with a leather Star, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Army Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. All of them low. As far as I can remember, I have wanted a pair of High Top Converse…on my trip to Miami I got my wish and bought the cutest pair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me I should have outgrown those shoes by now, that they were worn by seventeen-year-olds (I am 28) and that they were hideous. She has good taste, my friend, but I just looove them!!! They’re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and made of velvet. I wore them with a short skirt today and they feel awesome and looked incredibly cute…They're a Boy's size 4, so you can imagine how tiny they look...But I wonder...What kind of boy would wear Pink &amp;amp; Brown Velvet Shoes...Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a Pic of my new love…My pair of Converse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Converse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114410375410945521?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114410375410945521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114410375410945521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114410375410945521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114410375410945521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-love-in-my-life.html' title='The New Love In My Life...'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114375172471388605</id><published>2006-03-30T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:48:44.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wish you love…the kind you know…the kind you gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you the life you offered me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish life shows you the mercy you were never able to bestow upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish your heart to feel what mine felt.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love…your kind of love.&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/11487638-114375172471388605?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114375172471388605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114375172471388605' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114375172471388605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114375172471388605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I Wish You Love'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114358495351202359</id><published>2006-03-28T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:29:13.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami &amp; Ultra Pics!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sin lugar a dudas uno de los mejores fin de semanas del mundo!!! Todo salió súper bien. No hubo complicaciones de ningún tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bracuta.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me pasó a buscar por mi casa el viernes y empezó la rumba. Parecíamos 2 chamaquitas en el Aeropuerto!!! El vuelo no fue lo mejor, pero como American es una mierda cagada eso me lo esperaba. Por lo menos salió a tiempo. Llegamos a Miami y nos montamos en la guaguita de Dollar Car Rental y alquilamos nuestra nave, un Dodge Stratus color plateado má lindo quel diablo!!! Le pusimos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Brali”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Alquilamos un GPS (Global Positioning System) y fue súper cool porque la vaina habla. Se me salió el campo full!!! La llamamos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Ujura”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que era la Navigator de la nave del Galáctico. Jejejejeje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos al Hotel. Súper lindo y bastante céntrico. Tenía 2 camas enormes y un aire acondicionado que parecía de un freezer de carnes! Mi primo nos pasó a buscar y nos llevó a un Bar en Coral Gales que se llama “The Bar”, original el nombre, eh? Ahí conocimos a un Club de Harley que se llama “La Hermandad”. Uno de los panas me ofreció una vueltita y sin pensarlo 2 veces me monté. El pana se veía de lo más bien y fue todo un caballero. Eny no podía creer que me había subido con un extraño, pero yo le dijo: “Loca, ‘tamo en Miami” y me fui, pero no sin antes posar para la cámara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale decir que hacía un frío maldito. El viernes la temperatura estaba como en 10° y el sábado bajó a 4°. Teníamos hasta los cabellos duros!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eny se fue más temprano y yo me quedé con mis amigos. Llegué al Hotel a las 5:00 de la mañana y ya a las 8:00 estábamos en pie. Desayunamos en IHOP (Internacional House Of Pancakes) y arrancamos a dar vueltas por Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es desestresante manejar en esa ciudad. Todo el mundo respeta las señales de tránsito y en el fin de semana entero no oí ni una maldita bocina, ni vi motoristas, ni carros públicos, ni guaguas…fue refrescante, realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos a buscar a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Annush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y llegamos a Ultra. Coño cuanta gente!!! Ahí había de tó!!! Gente cool, gente rara, gente normal y gente má rara quel diablo. Me junté con &lt;a href="http://www.vincins.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;un rato viendo a Chris Liebing. El DJ que más disfrute fue Sander Kleinenberg…Mortal!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos hechas mierda al Hotel, pero nos levantamos temprano. Me fui a hacer un chin chin de Shopping y visité a mi tío. Llegué diunavé con la ayuda de Ujura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el aeropuerto, ya de regreso, Eny se sentía mal de la espalda así que la trajimos en Silla de Ruedas…fue un éxito porque nos volamos todas las filas y en el aeropuerto de aquí no nos revisaron ná, gracias a Dios y a todos los Santos del Cielo porque el avión se atrasó y llegamos tardísimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, la pasamos súper cool. Toy en olla hasta el año que viene, pero gocé que eso no tiene mamacita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foticos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114358495351202359?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114358495351202359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114358495351202359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114358495351202359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114358495351202359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/miami-ultra-pics.html' title='Miami &amp; Ultra Pics!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/Miami%2006/th_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114315554157726542</id><published>2006-03-23T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:12:21.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, Off On A Trip I Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/Plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultramusicfestival.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!! See y'all on Monday!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pic From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gettyimages.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487638-114315554157726542?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114315554157726542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114315554157726542' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114315554157726542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114315554157726542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/heigh-ho-heigh-ho-off-on-trip-i-go.html' title='Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, Off On A Trip I Go!!!'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114289022088985194</id><published>2006-03-20T17:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:30:20.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; challenged me to find 25 things that make me happy. The same thing that happened to him happened to me. I got to 25 and realized that there were plenty more. A lot of these things I had written about before, some I just thought of during the day. As I was making this list it occurred to me: The best things in life actually are FREE…well, most of them anyways… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. The smell of the grass after the rain&lt;br /&gt;2. The sound of the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;3. Spending Sunday mornings with my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. A day at the Beach&lt;br /&gt;5. Music…I can’t live without it!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Reading an awesome book&lt;br /&gt;7. Dragonflies&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching a good movie&lt;br /&gt;9. “Wanting” to stay home on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;10. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;11. An big ass glass of iced Coca Cola (even if it’s 7:00 am)&lt;br /&gt;12. When my phone rings and the Caller ID reads a friendly name&lt;br /&gt;13. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;14. A pair of jeans that fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;15. Air Conditioning&lt;br /&gt;16. Curling up on my bed with Nina &amp;amp; Nanuk (my Doggies)&lt;br /&gt;17. Going away for the weekend with my friends&lt;br /&gt;18. A spur-of-the moment trip&lt;br /&gt;19. Sleeping in when it’s raining cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;20 .My glittery flip flops&lt;br /&gt;21. Standing up for what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;22. Thunder Storms!&lt;br /&gt;23. Bead necklaces (I make my own)&lt;br /&gt;24. Going trough the box of pictures I’ve taken over the years and smile&lt;br /&gt;25. Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;26. Hanging out with my mom, my dad and my sister all on one bed&lt;br /&gt;27. Burning a CD with just the right songs for my mood at that moment&lt;br /&gt;28. A good kiss&lt;br /&gt;29. Puppies!!! (Kitties are awesome too…anything furry for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;30. An awesome movie accompanied by popcorn&lt;br /&gt;31. A yummy Burger late at night&lt;br /&gt;32. Feeling like I’ve learned from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;33. When I wake up having the best hair day ever!!! (Not often I might add)&lt;br /&gt;34. Going for “a cup of coffee” with my girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;35. Those 5 minutes between consciousness and sleep&lt;br /&gt;36. Being able to recall an entire dream&lt;br /&gt;37. Corn Pops. I can eat a whole box in one sitting…and I mean the big box.&lt;br /&gt;38. Otis Spunkmeyer's Chocolate Muffins&lt;br /&gt;39. Getting Closure&lt;br /&gt;40. The fact that my sister is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;41. Saturday afternoons&lt;br /&gt;42. Hearing one of those jokes that make you laugh so hard you pee your pants a little&lt;br /&gt;43. Going to an Art Museum&lt;br /&gt;44. Conversations with Open Minded people&lt;br /&gt;45. Taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;46. The smell of Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;47. Feeling like I’ve helped out a friend&lt;br /&gt;48. Knowing that. Like Nietzsche said, that which does not kill me only makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;49. Apple Pie&lt;br /&gt;50. My family!!!&lt;br /&gt;51. Opening my drawer and finding that my all time favorite PJs have just been washed&lt;br /&gt;52. Snow. I’ve only seen snow once, but it is amongst my happiest memories&lt;br /&gt;53. My bed. None other can ever compare!!!&lt;br /&gt;54. My Mommy’s touch. She can cure the worst headache and have me feeling like new in seconds!&lt;br /&gt;55. The Internet!&lt;br /&gt;56. Christmas Carols&lt;br /&gt;57. Going to a Concert&lt;br /&gt;58. Learning a song by heart and singing along to it…especially if I’m in my car&lt;br /&gt;59. The perfect kiss&lt;br /&gt;60. The sound of my Credit Card when I go shopping… &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/11487638-114289022088985194?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114289022088985194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114289022088985194' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114289022088985194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114289022088985194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114255646514210449</id><published>2006-03-16T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:47:45.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/1600/B-Day%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5075/934/320/B-Day%20Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Blog is one year old today!!! Amazing how time flies. I have made a ton of awesome friends through here and I am thankful for each and every one of you. Keep reading, and I’ll keep posting! Muah!!!&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/11487638-114255646514210449?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114255646514210449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114255646514210449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114255646514210449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114255646514210449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-b-day.html' title='Blog B-Day'/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114226961843317057</id><published>2006-03-13T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:06:58.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hubo un momento en mi vida en el que me sentí decaída, perdida, desaprovechada. Sentí que el dolor iba a hacer desaparecer mi corazón. En esos momentos, necesité de alguien que me escuchara; alguien que rezara por mí pues había perdido yo las fuerzas y la fe. Uno de esos tantos días en que el dolor no me dejaba ni siquiera dormir, mi mamá, guiada talvez de por ese sentido que solo tienen ellas, me encontró llorando en un sillón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin decir mucho y sin importarle lo tarde que era, comenzó a buscar entre sus cosas y sacó algo que había escrito muchos años atrás y me pidió que lo leyera. Parecía que hubiese sido escrito para mí…o más aún, que lo hubiese escrito yo misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo: “Mi hija, no llores más. Aunque ahora parezca que el mundo se te está viniendo encima, llegará ese momento en el que podrás mirar atrás y sonreír otra vez y es en ese momento cuando podrás decir adiós”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empecé a leer, algo que decía así:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LA DESPEDIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lo observé hasta que su figura se ocultó en la lejanía. Siempre había pensado que él tenía una especie de brillantez que le hacía especial y ahora que se alejaba, pude ver como su silueta tenía en todo su entorno una aureola fluorescente. Era el sol que al ocultarse en el horizonte quedaba perpendicular a su cuerpo y solo percibía el resplandor. Me quedé allí, estática, tras el cristal de mi ventana agradeciendo que el camino fuese tan increíblemente recto, de forma que me permitía, desde mi ventana, mirarlo hasta que fue un punto más del Universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traté de recordar las frases comunes en una despedida, y comprobé que estas solo se expresan cuando existe la posibilidad de un regreso, no cuando el adiós es definitivo. Horas mirando el horizonte, quizás inconcientemente, esperaba ver las misma figura de retorno, pero no…cuando el amor se va, solo queda la costumbre de sabernos acompañadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Había llegado la noche y aguas torrenciales caían del cielo, semejando la tristeza de mi corazón. Yo seguía allí, mirando al horizonte. Al cesar la lluvia al amanecer, observé que todo tenía un color verde luminoso. Las gotitas que habían quedado en el cristal llamaron mi atención. Transitaban de un lado a otro uniéndose con frenesí. Era como si un extraño magnetismo las atraías y dejaban de ser dos para convertirse en una. Este hecho me presentaba una burlesca representación del amor; esa definición absurda de “dejar de ser dos para convertirse en uno”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Había que comenzar la vida, pero resulta que se me había olvidado vivir. Yo fui esa gota más pequeña que asumió la esencia de la otra, y en nuestro caso, la caída al vació fue estrepitosa…comenzar a vivir entendiendo que yo existo, teniendo que crear los códigos de mi propia definición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días transcurrieron y fue difícil recomponer mi propia personalidad que se había desintegrado, y por lo tanto, cuando pensaba en su despedida el sentimiento de nostalgia era increíble, pero resulta que fui descubriendo que no era a él a quien extrañaba, sino los pedazos de mi propio ser que se había llevado consigo. No fue mi corazón, porque ya no le pertenecía, fueron mis ideas y mis pensamientos que habían existido para hacer realidad sus deseos; fueron mis ojos que miraban solo lo que él deseaba; fue mi conciencia porque había dejado de tener voluntad para convertirme en su propio espejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varios meses después, en una tarde calurosa en la que recorría uno de esos escasos lugares en que encontraba que el cielo tenía su morada, le divisé a lo lejos. Al pasar por su lado, me pareció tan común…tan simple. No tenía la brillantez que dibujaba ante mis ojos su aureola. Estaba allí, con esa ridícula pose con la que nos recubre el olvido. Nos miramos y, sin ninguna emoción, le dije lo que no le dije cuando se marchó: ADIÓS.&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/11487638-114226961843317057?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114226961843317057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114226961843317057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114226961843317057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114226961843317057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/hubo-un-momento-en-mi-vida-en-el-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487638.post-114192634828115824</id><published>2006-03-09T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:45:48.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK. Since yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Women’s Day”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I kinda wanted to keep in the spirit of the day, so this Post is directed to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but not exclusively for them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can read too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wrote this about men...Shit, after I read it I started thinking that maybe, just maybe if I had read it sooner I would have saved myself some pain…but then I though that it’s all the crap I’ve been through that has made me appreciate a good man even more, so either you have gone though Hell or have no idea what suffering is, you should read too…it’s enriching and VERY TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; The ones in dark pink are the ones I learned the hard way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never move into his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I you read this you probably smiled, rethought your choices or prepared for the future. Hope you found it as useful as I did.&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/11487638-114192634828115824?l=natyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114192634828115824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487638&amp;postID=114192634828115824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114192634828115824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487638/posts/default/114192634828115824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natyland.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Libélula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913161852389404189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/Libelula015/DSC005722.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
