<?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-5723507332748039874</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:51:44.685-07:00</updated><category term='Dia dificil'/><category term='Fito Paez'/><category term='Plantillas Blog'/><category term='Letras canciones'/><category term='Site Gigi'/><category term='Bariloche'/><category term='Miedos'/><category term='Basta'/><category term='Elfo'/><category term='Hola'/><category term='Horror'/><category term='Rata'/><category term='Jonas Brothers'/><category term='Sitios Lindos'/><category term='Proyecto Final'/><category term='Sum 41'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='Avril Lavigne'/><title type='text'>Aredhel Elendil ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-3416920902427410563</id><published>2008-11-22T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:09:50.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sum 41'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras canciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proyecto Final'/><title type='text'>Proyecto te odio</title><content type='html'>Hoy llegue a la conclusión de qe proyecto final no se termina nunca. Cuando termino un modulo y empiezo con otro, mágicamente el otro deja de funcionar, cuando todo esta terminado SIEMPRE algo te tira un hermoso Debug, o sino faltan las validaciones, como ser poner en el campo de fecha "sfjdfjdfhsjdfhfsdsds" ¬¬. QUE NECESIDAD DE PONER ESO TIENEEEEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Lunes 23 de Noviembre cuando tenga la nota del proyecto cerrada (mas vale qe sea un 9 o un 10 ¬¬) voy a ser la persona más feliz del mundo, si si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, estando a tres matrias de la facultad, los dejo asi termino de una vez este sistema y paso a estar a dos :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cancion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sum 41, With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't want this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To ever end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where everything's nothing, without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wait here forever just to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll stumble and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I mean these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With everything, I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These words are my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hold on to this moment, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thoughts read unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forever and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And pieces of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fall to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know what I didn't have so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the streets, where I walked alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With nowhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With everything, I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These words are my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hold on to this moment, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In front of you're eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It falls from the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you don't know what you're looking to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In front of you're eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It falls from the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you just never know what you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want this moment to ever end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where everything's nothing, without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With everything, I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These words are my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hold on to this moment, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With everything, I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These words are my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hold on to this moment, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-5860816678910072983</id><published>2008-11-16T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:06:30.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sitios Lindos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elfo'/><title type='text'>Gilraen Númenessë</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Holaa, ayeer en un rato libre que me atrevi a tomar, no me acuerdo como, llegue a una página donde ponía mi nombre, y me lo traducía en Elfo y en Hobbit. &lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/"&gt;Este es el link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después me di cuenta que no era suficiente, los elfos no escriben como nostros, entonces  encontre un tutorial muy copado y facil de entender (&lt;a href="http://www.starchamber.com/paracelsus/elvish/elvish-in-ten-minutes.html"&gt;aca el link&lt;/a&gt;), en ingles, que explica como escribir tu nombre en elfo.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que les guste como a mi, me pase un buen rato escribiendo cosas en elfo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilraen Númenessë ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-5860816678910072983?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5860816678910072983/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-1086765937825786817</id><published>2008-11-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:33:29.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Site Gigi'/><title type='text'>Comienzo</title><content type='html'>Bueeno, jugaando con el Fireworks me salió esto qe, ya que me gusta mucho, lo pienso seguir, y qien sabe si hasta lo subo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SReq6K9oHJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSIh528Mu44/s1600-h/Site+Gigi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SReq6K9oHJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSIh528Mu44/s320/Site+Gigi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866205585054866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saluudos, y espero opiniones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-1086765937825786817?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1086765937825786817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=1086765937825786817' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1086765937825786817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1086765937825786817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/comienzo.html' title='Comienzo'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SReq6K9oHJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TSIh528Mu44/s72-c/Site+Gigi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-4567090692562119679</id><published>2008-11-08T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:09:36.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRZ7LIQhK5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_aMr09Rwm8/s1600-h/triiste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRZ7LIQhK5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_aMr09Rwm8/s320/triiste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266532245381917586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cada paso hay testigos de este amor que se nos fue..&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/5723507332748039874-4567090692562119679?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4567090692562119679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=4567090692562119679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/4567090692562119679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/4567090692562119679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/cada-paso-hay-testigos-de-este-amor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRZ7LIQhK5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/g_aMr09Rwm8/s72-c/triiste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-1978609971586398138</id><published>2008-11-06T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:06:27.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito Paez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miedos'/><title type='text'>Basta</title><content type='html'>Hoy post descargador, estoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cansadísima&lt;/span&gt;, ya sin ganas de este año, no se si les paso pero Noviembre se me hace taaaan largo, para colmo con estos insoportables días infernales en los que estamos bajo temperaturas de 30° en plena primavera ¬¬. Ensima es como que todo se complota para qe salga mal al mismo tiempo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sea 8/12 y estar en mi fiesta de egresados y ya haber dado matematica (gr ¬¬) y que no me importe naada mas que salir con amigas y dormir hasta tarde.. Peeeero (como no iba a haber un pero já) el hecho de que sea 8/12 significa que terminaron las clases, por ende &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terminé la secundaria.&lt;/span&gt; Waw, no me acostumbro a como suena todavía jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre todo lo que es el fin de año escolar (pruebas todos los días) también se pueden sumar los problemas familiares y los arreglos para las vacaciones en las que ponemos tantas expectativas.. Esperemos que todo salga como se espera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me voy a hacer la tarea de Batia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulces sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Besitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: qe cancion dejo hoy. ?  mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brillante Sobre El Mic, Fito Paez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hay, recuerdos que no voy a borrar&lt;br /&gt;Personas que no voy a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Hay, aromas que me quiero llevar&lt;br /&gt;Silencios que prefiero callar&lt;br /&gt;Son dos, las caras de la luna son dos&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero que sigamos mi amor presos de este sol&lt;br /&gt;Dejar, amar, llorar,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo nos ayuda a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Y allá, el tiempo que me lleva hacia allá&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es un efecto fugaz&lt;br /&gt;hummmm...&lt;br /&gt;Y hay yeah, hay cosas que no voy a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;La noche que dejaste de actuar&lt;br /&gt;Solo, para darme amor (3 veces)&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Yo vi tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Brillante sobre el mic en un armario&lt;br /&gt;Y ausente de las cosas, pensaste en dejarlo, y tirarlo&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mi, junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;Hay, secretos en el fondo del mar&lt;br /&gt;Personas que me quiero llevar&lt;br /&gt;Aromas que no voy a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Silencios que prefiero callar&lt;br /&gt;Mientras, vos jugás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-1978609971586398138?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1978609971586398138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=1978609971586398138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1978609971586398138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1978609971586398138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/basta.html' title='Basta'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-6622702924245575029</id><published>2008-11-03T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:59:51.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bariloche'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia Barilochense</title><content type='html'>Si, ese es un buen título. Pensar que hace un año masomenos estaba contando los dias (365, 364, 363) para ir al esperadísimo Viaje de Egresados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hace mas de dos meses de ese día hermoso que nos subimos al micro Plusmar en la esquina de Diaz Velez y Yatay, con Rocio y Filo en la puerta con la lista pidiendo las cuotas cero, con los padres repitiendo los típicos consejos, alguna que otra madre (ejem, la mia) llorando, y obviamente nosotros repartiendo el alcohol para el micro en las mochilas "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo llevo el Frizze, vos lleva el Fernet...!&lt;/span&gt;" y con la bandera qe tanto nos costo hacer (5 hs cosiendo...) en azul oscuro y letras blancas en las que se leia INFO B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es terrible como pasa el tiempo, me parece que fue ayer cuando recien nos subimos al micro y empezamos a gritar "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barilo barilo barilocheee!&lt;/span&gt;" o las canciones que habia hecho para la persentación de los buzos. Nuestras caras cuando llegamos al Inmaculada jajajaja.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No hay coca, no hay pepsi, hay fernet, gancia, frizze, vodka...." &lt;/span&gt;jajajajaja todo el viaje con eso..&lt;br /&gt;Cada cosa era especial y por mas ordinaria que sea era especial porqe estabamos en Bariloche, todo era unico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como las noches de boliches, que nos quedábamos hasta las 5 en el boliche aunque ni los pies ni las piernas nos daban mas, era la ultima noche en genux, la ultima noche en grisu, nunca iba a haber otra Fiesta del Estudiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente se paso muy rapido, preo buen, no es que el tiempo se pasa mas rápido cuando se la pasa bien? Allá que manera de pasarla bien, nunca una cara larga, no al mal humor, sieeempre sonrisas, risas, porqe estabamos en Bariloche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lindos recuerdos de ese viaje único, porque aunque todos digamos "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El invierno que viene volvemooooss!&lt;/span&gt;" Bariloche es único, por mas que hagas exactamente las mismas actividades. La noche de disfraces, Piedras Blancas, Pachá, Grisú, La Fiesta Millonaria, La Fiesta del Collar, que recuerdooos. Que ganas de volver el tiempo y estar ahi de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es terrible como la espera es tan larga y de repente fiuf ya paso, estamos a un mes de la fiesta de egresados y Bariloche no es mas que uno de los recuerdos mas lindos que tengo en la memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bariloche fue lejos la mejor experiencia de mi vida, porque? Si ya se fueron, me entienden, si estan por irse o les falta, ya van a saber de que les hablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy contenta de haber disfrutado todo al 200%, de no haberme perdido nada, de haber estado con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bariloche fue mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SQ-eSrBEguI/AAAAAAAAABM/Thmw7scKLb0/s1600-h/Bariloche+2008+576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SQ-eSrBEguI/AAAAAAAAABM/Thmw7scKLb0/s320/Bariloche+2008+576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264600533041447650" border="0" /&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/5723507332748039874-6622702924245575029?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6622702924245575029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=6622702924245575029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6622702924245575029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6622702924245575029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia-barilochense.html' title='Nostalgia Barilochense'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SQ-eSrBEguI/AAAAAAAAABM/Thmw7scKLb0/s72-c/Bariloche+2008+576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-6697865297775515467</id><published>2008-10-23T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:28:07.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rata'/><title type='text'>de_rats</title><content type='html'>Situacion: 2 am a full estudiando SSI (materia de informatica la cual rendia hoy). Digo ya basta por hoy asi qe a la cama. Me lavo los dientes, me pongo el pijama, etc. Ya dispuesta a dormir plácidamente voy a apagar la luz de la cocina. Que me encuentro.? Un roedor corriendo felizmente por mi cocinita. Creo qe la deje sorda a la rata de semejante grito qe pegue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"&lt;/span&gt; y aparezco con cara de "vi un zombie y me persigue" y a continuacion un diálogo parecido a esto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo: Rataaa hay hay rataaa cocinaaa corre aaaai mamaaaaaaaa :'(&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Como qe rata?!!??!!??! QE HAGO GISELLE QE HAGOOO!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Yo: No seee rataaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama va a la cocina a ver a la rata y grita "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaaaaa qe hagoooo yooo qe hagoooo como hagooooooo&lt;/span&gt;" y yo desde su cuarto completamente en shock dicendo "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamiiii mamaaaa maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa veni venii VENIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En qe temrino todo: enserradas en su cuarto, sin pegar un ojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy llamamos al señor mata ratas y lleno de veneno feo la casa ¬¬. Pero buen, todo sea porqe ese animal (qe odio admitir, de carita tierna) no vuelva nunca mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero qe no halla otro capítulo d esta historia. Mi corazon no lo resistiría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ni da dejar canción emotiva, asi qe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-6697865297775515467?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6697865297775515467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=6697865297775515467' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6697865297775515467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6697865297775515467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/derats.html' title='de_rats'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-8314865362211324654</id><published>2008-10-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:23:37.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avril Lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras canciones'/><title type='text'>Keep Holding On</title><content type='html'>Holaa, tengo completamente abandonado el Blog, pero es qe no tengo tiempo para nada ¬¬, es más, ahora debería estar estudiando, no haciendo esto, pero bueno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no teengo ni tiempo ni muchas ganas de escribir, les deejo esta cancion, qe bueno, a mi hooy me sirve :Z jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep Holding On, Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just, stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;This could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend, Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just, stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;When I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nohing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos (L&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/5723507332748039874-8314865362211324654?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8314865362211324654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=8314865362211324654' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/8314865362211324654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/8314865362211324654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-holding-on.html' title='Keep Holding On'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-1979613089909444861</id><published>2008-10-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:28:56.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras canciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia dificil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proyecto Final'/><title type='text'>Tuff Day</title><content type='html'>Quee bueno qe son las 7.20 de la taarde porqe este dia qiero qe terminee. Desp de hacer un monton en proyecto me vengo a enterar qe no sirven un monton de cosas y qe las tengo qe rehacer y buen, es un bajon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les cuento qe hoy me fui a inscribir al CBC para Diseño Gráfico y qe estoy re contenta de haber elejido esa carrera.. Voy a seguir lo qe realmente me gusta :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy canción qe tambien tengo pegadísimaa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read My Mind, The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the corner of main street&lt;br /&gt; Just tryin' to keep it in line&lt;br /&gt; You say you wanna move on and&lt;br /&gt; You say I'm falling behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never really gave up on&lt;br /&gt; Breakin' out of this two-star town&lt;br /&gt; I got the green light&lt;br /&gt; I got a little fight&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna turn this thing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The good old days, the honest man;&lt;br /&gt; The restless heart, the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt; A subtle kiss that no one sees;&lt;br /&gt; A broken wrist and a big trapeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind&lt;br /&gt; Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt; Before you go, can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s funny how you just break down&lt;br /&gt; Waitin' on some sign&lt;br /&gt; I pull up to the front of your driveway&lt;br /&gt; With magic soakin' my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt; Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The teenage queen, the loaded gun;&lt;br /&gt; The drop dead dream, the Chosen One&lt;br /&gt; A southern drawl, a world unseen;&lt;br /&gt; A city wall and a trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind&lt;br /&gt; Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt; Before you go&lt;br /&gt; Tell me what you find when you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slippin’ in my faith until I fall&lt;br /&gt; You never returned that call&lt;br /&gt; Woman, open the door, don't let it sting&lt;br /&gt; I wanna breathe that fire again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said&lt;br /&gt; Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind&lt;br /&gt; Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt; Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt; Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo esa parte jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;Gigii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-1979613089909444861?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1979613089909444861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=1979613089909444861' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1979613089909444861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/1979613089909444861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuff-day.html' title='Tuff Day'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-6025105283930555755</id><published>2008-10-04T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:32:02.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras canciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proyecto Final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plantillas Blog'/><title type='text'>Sábado Feliz</title><content type='html'>Holaa, espero que andeen bieen. Bueno, gracias por lo comments de ayeer :) . Les cuento qe estoy bastante a mil con una materia llamada Proyecto Final, en la que tengo qe hacer un sistema informatico para, en mi caso, un instituto de ingles. Ayer me toco qedarme hasta las 4 con el bendito C# pero bueen, que se le va a hacer. Por suerte hoy me pude levantar bien tarde y tengo un humor excelente porqe anoche no solo avance un monton, sino qe me salio todo y anda! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueeno, les dejo otra cancion qe me encaaaanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If the heart is always searching,&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To be with you again&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more, I start to realize,&lt;br /&gt;I can reach my tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold my head high,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espeero qe les haya gustaado, y otra cosita, para los bloggers qe no soportan ninguna de las plantillas qe vienen, &lt;a href="http://www.uniondebloggershispanos.com/2007/10/22/nueva-recopilacion-de-plantillas-para-blogger/"&gt;esta pagina&lt;/a&gt; tiene un monton de links a sitios muy copados con diseños para todos los gustos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludoos!&lt;br /&gt;Gigii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-6025105283930555755?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6025105283930555755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=6025105283930555755' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6025105283930555755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/6025105283930555755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/sbado-feliz.html' title='Sábado Feliz'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723507332748039874.post-5339975552286609808</id><published>2008-10-03T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:46:20.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras canciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hola'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Bueno, comenzando una nueva etapa se me ocurrió hacerme un blog. Les cuento qe me llamo Giselle y tengo 17 años, estoy terminando la secundaria y el lunes voy a anotarme en UBA en Diseño Gráfico.&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo una canción qe ultimamente la tengo pegadisima y me siento muy identificaada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say&lt;br /&gt;You've been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up today&lt;br /&gt;I look at your photograph all the time&lt;br /&gt;These memories come back to life&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple things&lt;br /&gt;I remember till I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;The memory I wanna forget&lt;br /&gt;Is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And played our song&lt;br /&gt;And through my tears I sang along&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and then&lt;br /&gt;Put it down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple things&lt;br /&gt;I remember till I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;The memory I wanna forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my cell phone's blowing up&lt;br /&gt;With your ringtone&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate but answer it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You sound so alone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;You still feel it on your lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;You remember the simple things&lt;br /&gt;We talk till we cry&lt;br /&gt;You said that your biggest regret&lt;br /&gt;The one thing you wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;Is saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos,&lt;br /&gt;Gigii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723507332748039874-5339975552286609808?l=emotiveplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5339975552286609808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723507332748039874&amp;postID=5339975552286609808' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/5339975552286609808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723507332748039874/posts/default/5339975552286609808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotiveplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/prueeeeba.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Giselle Carreras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10496969458554377247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syPq7ql1a_Q/SRTH0Gr3a3I/AAAAAAAAABc/HLb4vLv7D6U/S220/DSC01742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
