<?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-5805112</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:47.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Parte de Adelante</title><subtitle type='html'>Todos tenemos una parte de adelante 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-113644502797757487</id><published>2006-01-05T04:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T04:10:27.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pense que ibas a volver mas temprano... chan!! lluvia de chanes para mi que me alcolique sola un miercoles de enero... por lo menos me merecia un te verde!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/113644502797757487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/113644502797757487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113644502797757487' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112880082983824360</id><published>2005-10-08T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:47:09.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow I know that you will never leave me, ´cause you were made for me somehow I'll make you see how happy you make me. I can't live this life without you by my side I need you to survive so stay with me.ya se totalmente PATETICO lo mio.... pero es lo que hay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112880082983824360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112880082983824360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112880082983824360' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112879526926487674</id><published>2005-10-08T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:14:29.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayer intente ponerme a estudiar porque no entiendo nada de Administracion econ, pero mi papito estaba tan empalagoso, y pegajoso, que despues de aguntarlo una hora y cuarenta minutos, decidi salir de casa con rumbo desconocido en busca de un lugar tranquilo para ver si aunque sea podia leer un poco. Por suerte una amiga me alojo por unas horas, pero como no tiene que leer ni una puta fotocopia y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112879526926487674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112879526926487674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112879526926487674' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112874280104821913</id><published>2005-10-08T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:40:03.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toy solita un viernes a la noche, con unas ganas tremendas de fumar que hacen que me sienta mas sola todavia. Creo que este fue realmente mi primer dia sin vos. Pocas veces me senti tan sola, tan extraña, tan poco yo como hoy. ya no es que estoy enojada, o que el enojado sos vos, ya no es que estamos lejos por x causa, es simplemente que no tenemos que vernos, pero me muero por saber como estas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112874280104821913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112874280104821913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112874280104821913' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112861399626675501</id><published>2005-10-06T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:53:16.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El finde estuve en Mendoza. Me la he pasado viajando este mes gracias a Dios!.Fuimos a un congreso, pero lo menos que hicimos fue realmente ir al congreso, sin embargo, la pasamos re lindo. Me rei muchisimo muchisimo a pesar de un par de situaciones molestas que podrian haber arruinado el viaje.Ahora, de nuevo aca, con las mismas obligaciones de siempre, los mismos quilombos de siempre, la misma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112861399626675501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112861399626675501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112861399626675501' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112839189364913958</id><published>2005-10-03T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:11:33.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSARPENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSAR PENSARes todo lo que tengo que hacer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112839189364913958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112839189364913958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112839189364913958' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112839155097088361</id><published>2005-10-03T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:05:50.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everything"I can be an asshole of the grandest kind I can withhold like it’s going out of style I can be the moodiest baby that you've ever seen And you've never met anyoneWho is as positive as I am sometimesI am the wisest woman you've ever met. I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected. I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen And you've never met anyone Who's as positive as I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112839155097088361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112839155097088361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112839155097088361' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112700073936235208</id><published>2005-09-17T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:45:39.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me la pase todo el dia esperando... y esperando y esperando....me canse... no espero mas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112700073936235208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112700073936235208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112700073936235208' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112697575157768295</id><published>2005-09-17T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:50:22.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenia tantas ganas de estar con mi amorsis anoche... me prepare para la ocasion pensando que tal vez podria ser "nuestra noche", tire un par de indirectas bastante concretas, e incluso le avise sutilmente que tenia muchas ganas de estar con el el dia anterior, pero nada de eso resulto... los pingüinos siguen dando vueltas a nuestro alrededor, tal vez asi sea mejor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112697575157768295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112697575157768295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112697575157768295' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112680032527984554</id><published>2005-09-15T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:05:25.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoy es un dia ideal para seguir a Calamaro.... voy a salir a caminar solito....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112680032527984554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112680032527984554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112680032527984554' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112679980591231047</id><published>2005-09-15T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:56:45.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y al final me fui...Me fui una semanita a Rosario a hacer un curso a la Bolsa de Comercio. El cusrso estuvo fantastico, me gusto muchisimo, y encima me sirvio el viaje para despejar la cabeza. Como estuve mucho tiempo sola, pude dedicarme a mi, a pensar boludeces. Llegue a algunas conclusiones importantes, otras no tanto y de otras mejor ni hablar porque ya estaba delirando por ese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112679980591231047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112679980591231047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679980591231047' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112543651043171374</id><published>2005-08-30T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:15:10.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No me encuentro en ningun lado... no me encuentro sola, no me encuentro con amigas, no me encuentro cuando salgo, no me encuentro en mi casa, no me encuentro un lunes, no me encuentro un fin de semana, no me encuentro en la uni, ni en el centro ni en ningun lado.soy sin ser, estoy sin estar... ya no soy yo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112543651043171374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112543651043171374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112543651043171374' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112537389595782166</id><published>2005-08-30T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:51:35.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No se si es deliro de persecusion lo que tengo, estoy loca, es en serio...la verdad q me tiene preocupada todo esto...y bue... mientras lloro un poco a ver si puedo descubrir algo, entender algo y de paso me saco las ganas de extrañarte...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112537389595782166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112537389595782166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112537389595782166' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112485638285133266</id><published>2005-08-24T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:06:22.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estoy en un universo paralelo, por favor ni se les ocurra bajarme porq me mato del golpe.nunca pense q me iba a sentir tan mal de chatear con alguien, hace 10 años q nos conocemos casi 8 q somos "pareja" y hoy pareciamos dos amigos q se ven de vez en cuando...pero q se yo, tal vez es mejor asi... ya no se nada... solo quiero dormirme y despertarme como dice la cancion cuando septiembre termine a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112485638285133266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112485638285133266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112485638285133266' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112472345536226894</id><published>2005-08-22T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:10:55.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quiero que empiecen ya las clases a ver si asi se me ocupa la mente en algo productivo!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112472345536226894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112472345536226894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472345536226894' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112465057491308516</id><published>2005-08-21T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:56:14.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me quiero ir a la mierda!! lo antes posible.Podremos no vernos por mas de 7 dias??? la pregunta del millon...espero que te apures... porque ya t estoy extrañando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112465057491308516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112465057491308516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112465057491308516' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112286015211609618</id><published>2005-07-31T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:35:52.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingoque embole que es el domingo! Mas hoy que la ciudad estuvo envuelta en una niebla terrible, la humedad estaba insoportable..Despues de un almuerzo familiar en la casa de mi abuela, volvimos a la city y me fui al centro a caminar sola un rato a ver si se me pasaba la loca... pero en lugar de eso la hice mas profunda, pense que con ir a misa un rato tal vez se solucionara pero no, en cuanto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112286015211609618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112286015211609618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112286015211609618' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112170013641726514</id><published>2005-07-18T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:22:16.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MATATE FLO FLOEn vez de un matate tete al estilo molotov... matate floflo que te mates flofloLa muy hija de puta no solo se hizo mierda al amor de mi vida cuando eramos amigas y compañeras de cole, sino que 5 años mas tarde sigue metiendose en mi vida y tratando de cagar nuestra relacion inventado pelotudeses, pero mas pelotuda soy yo, que le crei, que pense que habia cambiado, que la vida le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112170013641726514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112170013641726514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112170013641726514' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-112169927240896739</id><published>2005-07-18T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:07:52.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ota vez!Sips, otra vez se acabo. En parte por lo mismo de otras veces (una cuestion de aire) y en parte por cosas nuevas.La verdad es que me tiene un poquito cansada este jueguito de mantener una relacion que parece "seria", estruccturada, con pespectivas de futuro, de crecer y que cuando pasa un año o un poco mas de que estamos juntos empiezan los problemas, y yo exijo demasiadas cosas y por el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112169927240896739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/112169927240896739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112169927240896739' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-111734403240649778</id><published>2005-05-29T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:20:32.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muy despacito... sobre el abismo, volar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/111734403240649778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/111734403240649778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111734403240649778' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-110052967476728884</id><published>2004-11-15T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:41:14.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A veces te extraño</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/110052967476728884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/110052967476728884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052967476728884' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-109193642466405517</id><published>2004-08-08T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:40:24.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toda la semana fui la segunda opcion, y no me gusta un carajo. Puede parecer ua pelotudes, pero a mi o me gusta no cumplir con algo a lo que me comprometo. Una cosa es decir, voy a las 5 y caer a las 6, y otra muy distinta "veni a casa asi hacemos algo" y a la hora decir, "me llamaron mi amigas, me voy a jugar a la payana". Me harte... hoy fue la gota que rebalso el vaso. Espero, o tener otra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109193642466405517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109193642466405517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109193642466405517' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-109129422652123211</id><published>2004-07-31T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:17:06.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no hay nostalgia peor, que añorar lo que nunca jamas sucedio...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109129422652123211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109129422652123211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109129422652123211' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-109124615339111973</id><published>2004-07-31T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:55:53.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>asesiname.........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109124615339111973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/109124615339111973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109124615339111973' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108877610660067295</id><published>2004-07-02T10:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T10:48:26.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya no estoy tan adicta a internet como antes. Al igual que me sucede con casi todas las cosas que se vuelven rutinarias, me cansó. Sin embargo, de vez en cuando me doy una vueltita, paseo por los blogs de siempre, chusmeo que es de sus cybervidas. Hoy me dieron ganas de escribir algo, pero cero ganas de pensar para que salga algo inteligente, lo unico que queria en realidad es dejar evidencia que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108877610660067295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108877610660067295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877610660067295' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108490904832364052</id><published>2004-05-18T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:37:28.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Especial para estar cucharita...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108490904832364052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108490904832364052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108490904832364052' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108464764498729456</id><published>2004-05-15T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:00:44.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me perdono. Despues de una charla adecuada, pertinente, decidio perdonarme, aunque en realidad dijo que me perdono en el mismo instante que se entero que me mande la cagada. Las cosas entre nosotros estan mejor, y yo me siento mucho más tranquila.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108464764498729456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108464764498729456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464764498729456' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108464741564986222</id><published>2004-05-15T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:56:55.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se nos viene encima el tiempo! Cada vez me asusto más de lo rapido que se pasan los dias, los meses, los años. Hace unos días estabamos cenando y me dice mi papá:"y pensar que de aca a un año ya vas a estar a punto de recibirte de licenciada...que tal?!" me dio un ataque de desesperación..Para completar mi ataque de panico a volverme vieja, aburrida, y llena de responsabilidades, hoy me llego el</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108464741564986222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108464741564986222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464741564986222' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108445908109078692</id><published>2004-05-13T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:38:01.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Te extraño!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108445908109078692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108445908109078692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445908109078692' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108445863557557701</id><published>2004-05-13T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:30:35.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me mande una cagada, ya sé. Ni siquiera tengo palabras para excusarme de lo que hice, ni siquiera tengo palabras para pedir disculpas, y ahora que hago?Can you forgive me again?'Cause you were made for meSomehow I'll make you seeHow happy you make meI can't live this lifeWithout you by my sideI need you to surviveSo stay with meYou look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108445863557557701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108445863557557701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445863557557701' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108376048848117678</id><published>2004-05-05T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T09:38:00.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En mi familia no somos muchos. Si nos juntaramos para alguna fiesta todos, lo cual es muy improbable porque mi viejo no se habla con sus hermanos ni con su madre, seriamos 21, porque mi nono fallecio hace como 10 años. Asique para las ocasiones especiales, entiendase cumpleaños, pascuas, navidad, etc..., normalmente somos 11. Pero dentro de poco vamos a ser 10. Ayer me entere que el corazon de mi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108376048848117678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108376048848117678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376048848117678' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108363978593034234</id><published>2004-05-03T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:05:56.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que bueno es saber que en momentos importantes, siempre tenes a alguien que te sostenga. Aun cuando caígo al vacío, él esta ahi. justo para agarrarme antes de que me haga bosta con el piso. y lo odio y lo amo a la vez, despues de todo dicen que del odio al amor (y viceversa) hay un solo paso, no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108363978593034234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108363978593034234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108363978593034234' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108312021977937657</id><published>2004-04-27T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:50:43.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo odio, lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108312021977937657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108312021977937657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312021977937657' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108307374339725369</id><published>2004-04-27T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:52:06.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bueno, ahora buenas nuevas.Me fui a Cba desde el martes hasta el viernes, necesitaba despejar mi cabeza, y funciono de maravillas. No solo vi a mi prima que hacia bastante que no veia, sino que ademas estuve en el centro haciendo shopping, lo cual me fascina.Tambien aproveche y visite un par de amigos.Me encanto la onda de vivir sola, y mas aun la joda cte que hay en la docta.Que gran error </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307374339725369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307374339725369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307374339725369' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108307352684767606</id><published>2004-04-27T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:48:30.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No hace mucho, empece a vestirme con mi traje de astronauta, es de esos que se no dejan pasar nada, ni el aire. Como a veces no me alcanzaba decidi implementar mi burbuja de vidrio, no dejando asi que ningun objeto no identificado contaminara mi ambiente.De a poco estoy levantando las barreras a la entrada que habia impuesto, no las puse porque no queria que me lastimaran, era para no mezclar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307352684767606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307352684767606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307352684767606' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108307214293476740</id><published>2004-04-27T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:25:26.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hace ocho años que nos conocemos, durante 5 años compartimos, todas las mañanas, el mismo espacio. Teniamos los mismos amigos, los mismos cumpleaños, seguimos carreras parecidas, nos fuimos juntos de vacaciones, dejamos de tener materias en comun, pero no dejamos de ser compañeros de estudio...Nos hicimos amigos de a poco, nos vimos crecer, fuimos novios, y hoy, no solo hace una semana que no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307214293476740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108307214293476740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307214293476740' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108237874076784834</id><published>2004-04-19T09:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:48:36.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Día de Mierda: es mi cumpleañosOdio mi cumpleaños, no se para que mierda existe este día. Es problematico en todo sentido, y lo peor es que siempre me llega para esta fecha un hermoso regalito: me entero que soy gorriada, que la persona que amo estuvo con otra mina, que alguien a quien quiero mucho no me quiere ver ni en figurita, me peleo con mis viejos, me puteo con mis amigas, no llegan las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108237874076784834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108237874076784834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108237874076784834' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108208884144850249</id><published>2004-04-16T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T01:16:54.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las oportunidadesA veces esperando las oportunidades,no se ven, y se tira todo a la marchanta.Y vos tan orgullosa que nunca me avisaste,que tambien fuiste mia un verano.Mirando las golondrinas en el cielono se ven, otras golondrinas al alcance de la mano.Es cuando la estupidez gana por afano,a la suerte que nunca llega,si la estamos esperando.Como ?, cuando ? y porque ?,son </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108208884144850249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108208884144850249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208884144850249' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108200017307329816</id><published>2004-04-15T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:39:04.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El catorce de cada mes, es para mi normalmente una fecha importante en la que suceden hechos especiales, o se desencadenan situaciones inesperadas. El dia finalizo sin sobresaltos... que situacion nueva esta proxima a venir? es la gran duda con la que hoy me voy a dormir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108200017307329816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108200017307329816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200017307329816' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108188840739082577</id><published>2004-04-13T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:36:17.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y tarde en olvidarla 19 y 500 noches...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108188840739082577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108188840739082577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188840739082577' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108181208130591379</id><published>2004-04-12T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:24:10.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>volvia a aparecer... por suerte he estado tan ocupada que ni tiempo de conectarme tuve, me mantuvieron muy entretenida...pero hay que darle tiempo al tiempo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108181208130591379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108181208130591379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181208130591379' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108042461599920560</id><published>2004-03-27T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:59:29.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No me gusta el camino que esta tomando mi vida, cada vez mas desorganizada, menos responsable, mas despelote.Me parece que es momento de parar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108042461599920560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108042461599920560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042461599920560' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108031269119688029</id><published>2004-03-26T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:54:02.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once and again!!! otra vez me senti abandonada... con la diferencia que el sentimiento de abandono no llego al instante, llego al otro dia, cdo no me llamaron para ver como estaba, para charlar un rato, fue una llamada fugaz para pedir un numero de telefono... y bue, que se le va a hacer, uno no puede controlar sentimientos ajenos, ni siquiera puede controlar los propios sino yo misma no diria </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108031269119688029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108031269119688029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031269119688029' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108015403106595357</id><published>2004-03-24T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T15:49:40.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cómo quieres ser mi amigaSi por ti daría la vida,Si confundo tu sonrisaPor camelo si me miras.Razón y piel, difícil mezla,Agua y sed, serio problema.Cómo quieres ser mi amigaSi por ti me perderíaSi confundo tus cariciasPor camelo si me mimas.Pasión y ley, difícil mezcla,Agua y sed, serio problema...Cuando uno tiene sedPero el agua no está cerca,Cuando uno quiere beberPero el agua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108015403106595357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108015403106595357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015403106595357' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108009888171513003</id><published>2004-03-24T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T00:30:31.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Te extraño, me siento vacia, me siento muy sola.Siento que luche, luche por vos, y no sirvio de nadaTengo un ataque de melancolia, no puede dejar de pensar en cada uno de los instantes que compartimos, en los años juntos, en como crecimos.Y como dueles en los labios me acompaña en la radio, nunca tan adecuada para describir lo que siento.Me duele hasta el alma. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108009888171513003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108009888171513003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009888171513003' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108009836008630568</id><published>2004-03-24T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T00:21:49.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy toque fondo, creo que no podria estar mas abajo, no puedo caer mas. Empezo la escala hacia la cima. Espero ver pronto aunque sea la cabeza de un alfiler de luz, asi vuelve la esperanza.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108009836008630568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108009836008630568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009836008630568' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108005324669211374</id><published>2004-03-23T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:49:55.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Espero que vueles muy alto, esta vez no te voy a detenerNo me hace feliz la decision que hoy tome, pero no me sirve de nada tenerte al al lado por simple obligacion, comodidad o costumbre.Me estoy muriendo de pena, de tristeza, de angustia, me estoy muriendo de miedo porque cada vez esta mas cerca la soledad.Pero quiero vueles, que descubras el mundo que yo no te deje.Si te digo adios no es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108005324669211374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108005324669211374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005324669211374' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108001150767687133</id><published>2004-03-23T00:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:14:16.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holding my last breath safe inside myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108001150767687133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108001150767687133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001150767687133' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-108001150223140292</id><published>2004-03-23T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:14:10.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holding my last breath safe inside myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108001150223140292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/108001150223140292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001150223140292' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107961354375784154</id><published>2004-03-18T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T09:42:14.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabado trascendentalDesde el sabado puedo decir que realmente soy hincha de Talleres. Por primera vez fui a la cancha, y me encanto. Asi si me gusta el futbol. Senti una emocion, una euforia que no pense que podria despertarme ese deporte. Fue un expectacuo maravilloso sentir la pasion de lo hinchas de siempre, los cantos, las bengalas de colores, las peleas entre las hinchadas, el gooooool!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107961354375784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107961354375784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961354375784154' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107903702326360393</id><published>2004-03-11T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:32:40.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me parecio incomprendible el atentado de esta mañana en España. Si bien no estoy del todo informada a cerca de la causa por la que lucha la Eta, creo que no hay fin que justifique medios tan aberrantes.Ademas de eso me puse a reflexionar a cerca de la nuestra falta de solidaridad. Esta mañana, salieron a las calles expontaneamente un monton de españoles en cada una de sus ciudades, luego el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107903702326360393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107903702326360393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903702326360393' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107903644420827228</id><published>2004-03-11T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:23:01.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi resultadoEstaba muy al pedo y segui a un participante del mundito. Hice mi Coto test. Me encanto.What COTO's thing are you?Una pregunta... a todos le da lo mismo???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107903644420827228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107903644420827228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903644420827228' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107835042708645097</id><published>2004-03-03T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:49:15.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacacionesvolvi a empezar mis vacaiones!!! tengo libre hasta el lunes. Decidi no rendir Maths 4.. en mi casa cara de orto po semejante acontecimiento escolar. No calienta, la cabeza no me da mas, el corazon necesita despejarse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107835042708645097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107835042708645097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835042708645097' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107817242451971489</id><published>2004-03-01T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T17:22:31.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo tranquilo exteriormente... por dentro corren furiosos rios de adrenalina</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107817242451971489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107817242451971489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107817242451971489' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107798401629429644</id><published>2004-02-28T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T13:02:21.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volvio Calamaro"Prendido a tu botella vacia, esa que antes, siempre tuvo gusto a nada..."Calamaro volvio a deleitarnos con un cd surtidito, adecuado para escuchar a cualquier hora del dia y en cualquier ocasión. Me parecio realmente muy bueno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107798401629429644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107798401629429644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798401629429644' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107797787079707871</id><published>2004-02-28T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T11:19:55.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salir, salir, y salir. Mi mente necesita un descanso urgente de matematicas y problemas sentimentales. Necesito noches de punchi-punchi, alcohol, fiesta, diversion. Necesito superficialidades que me despejen las neuronas y el corazon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107797787079707871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107797787079707871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797787079707871' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107758031085323340</id><published>2004-02-23T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:53:50.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A veces sueña con tu alegria mi melodia, a veces sueña que nos perdemos...es que he sido tan feliz contigo...Se termino nuestra relación, y esta vez es en serio...fue él quien que tomo la decisión.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107758031085323340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107758031085323340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758031085323340' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107750615770075764</id><published>2004-02-23T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T00:17:57.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mtv tiene razónAl igual que el especial del fin de semana de Mtv este fue un "el amor apesta weekend". Mejor borrarlo de mi memoria.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107750615770075764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107750615770075764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750615770075764' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107750567017705899</id><published>2004-02-23T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T00:09:49.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>catch me as i fallsay you're here and it's all over nowspeaking to the atmosphereno one's here and i fall into myselfthis truth drives me into madnessi know i can stop the pain if i will it all away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107750567017705899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107750567017705899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750567017705899' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107747452989804287</id><published>2004-02-22T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T15:30:48.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despues de una evalución marginalista de costos y beneficios...decidi que es mejor que llames, prefiero sufrir por una voz distante y fría que por la ausencia total de la misma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107747452989804287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107747452989804287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747452989804287' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107743164209232419</id><published>2004-02-22T03:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T03:36:00.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No se si es mejor que me hable o que no. Si no me habla me pongo mal porque lo extraño, pero si me habla me quedo intranquila por lo que me dice o por lo que se calla.Quiero desaparecer!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107743164209232419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107743164209232419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743164209232419' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107735207582932934</id><published>2004-02-21T05:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T05:29:53.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viernes 13?Espere todo el día a que llamara. El Sr. no solo se dio el lujo de no llamrme, sino que aunque no quisiera hizo que yo llamara dos veces, una, para enterarme que estaba jugando al paddle, lo que significa que se levanto, llamo a sus amigos, comio, etc... y en ningun momento se le cruzo por la cabeza que yo podria estar esperando su llamado, que yo, que lo amo con toda el alma, podria </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107735207582932934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107735207582932934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735207582932934' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107723583354340286</id><published>2004-02-19T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:12:30.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aprobe Micro!!! estoy re happy. Pensaba festejar esta noche, pero, como habran leido abajo... se me escaparon los planes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107723583354340286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107723583354340286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723583354340286' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107723552959229208</id><published>2004-02-19T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:07:26.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Otra vez la maratonVolvio a correr, a huir, como lo hace de vez en cuando. Ya hace 5 meses desde que me entere que tiene asuntos pendientes en su cabeza que no logra resolver. Todavia espero, al igual que espero una respuesta verbal, que gestualmente ya llego.Este ultimo tiempo juntos fue, haciendo un balance, hermoso; creo que uno de los mejores momentos que hemos tenido a lo largo de estos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107723552959229208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107723552959229208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723552959229208' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107644583226569633</id><published>2004-02-10T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:45:39.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy se fueron mis papis de vacaciones, asique por 16 dias soy dueña de casa, responsable de mi hermana y por sobretodo "libre de hacer lo que se me de la gana". Otra vez de vacaciones!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107644583226569633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107644583226569633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644583226569633' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107644538569013116</id><published>2004-02-10T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:38:12.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desaprobe micro, asique voy a tener que volver a estudiar la misma mierda que antes. Cada segundo que pasa la odio mas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107644538569013116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107644538569013116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644538569013116' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107576387397612346</id><published>2004-02-02T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:19:33.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estoy hasta las manos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107576387397612346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107576387397612346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576387397612346' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107547470517591981</id><published>2004-01-30T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:00:00.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me tiene podrida la microeconomia!!!!!!!!! la odio!!!!!!!!! malditos modelos que no sirven de nada com millones de supuestos, todos parecidos que hacen que uno se los confunda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107547470517591981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107547470517591981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547470517591981' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107532226033893900</id><published>2004-01-28T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T17:39:14.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROXIMAMENTE: RESUMEN DE MIS VACACIONES  !!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107532226033893900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107532226033893900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532226033893900' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107532168000216132</id><published>2004-01-28T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T17:29:34.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hace unos dias realice una propuesta, la cual asegure meses atras que no iba a hacer. Todavia espero una monosilaba de respuesta, pero no llega. Eligio el silencio como mejor respuesta.Me hubiera gustado poder decir que tomo ese silencio como una afirmacion, sin embargo se muy bien que significa un gran y euforico  NO!!!!.Ahora soy yo la que se queda callada, y piensa como va a hacer para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107532168000216132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107532168000216132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532168000216132' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107487426721954252</id><published>2004-01-23T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:12:36.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque será que siempre abro la caja de fosforos al reves?? debe tener una explicacion psicologica, algo relacionado con un suceso de la infancia, o con la parte oscura de mi inconciente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107487426721954252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107487426721954252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487426721954252' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107472627466411251</id><published>2004-01-21T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:06:02.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy es el cumple de mi gordo!! Ya esta hecho todo un hombrecito...21 años, todo el peso de la plena libertad cae sobre él... habra que provechar para festejar,  no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107472627466411251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107472627466411251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472627466411251' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107377562551580991</id><published>2004-01-10T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:01:42.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>que manera de dormir, el dia esta horrible ideal para estar en la camita, asique porque despreciar la oprtunidad?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107377562551580991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107377562551580991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107377562551580991' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107360308316052471</id><published>2004-01-08T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:05:57.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anoche hicimos vida sana, cenamos afuera, no tomamos alcohol, volvimos al depto a dormir un rato y despues tipo 3 y media de la amñana nos fuimos al bingo, donde hay tragamonedas...es increible la plata que gasta uno en eso, se te va sin que te des cuenta. Por suerte nos fue bien anoche, ganamos $20...me fui a dormir re chocha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107360308316052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107360308316052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107360308316052471' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-10735102242410355</id><published>2004-01-07T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:18:17.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que bueno fue hablar con mi gordo ayer, me dejo tan tranquila, pero a la vez se me fueron las ganas de estar aca, me queiro volver ya, abrazarlo, darle unos besos, hacerle unos mimos, no puedo pasarla bien, si se que el no esta bien donde esta...a lo mejor se viene para aca...esta dificil...pero la esperanza es lo ultimo por perder..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/10735102242410355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/10735102242410355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10735102242410355' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107350994578207015</id><published>2004-01-07T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:13:39.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anoche volvimos a pueblo, sali totalmente sobria, porque estaba reventada, no tenia ni ganas de cambiarme, asique sali de zapatillitas, jean y musculosa de algodon...una facha barbara.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107350994578207015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107350994578207015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107350994578207015' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107342505638933663</id><published>2004-01-06T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:38:48.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUE EMBOLE QUE TENGO:::: Me la paso todo el dia solas!! no fueron estas las vacaciones que pense....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107342505638933663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107342505638933663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342505638933663' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107342368863221816</id><published>2004-01-06T17:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:16:01.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dios es bueno conmigo, me conecto al robert justo cdo encontre maquina en el cyber!! GRACIAS DIOS!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107342368863221816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107342368863221816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342368863221816' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107332245413621782</id><published>2004-01-05T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T14:08:45.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anoche salimos a Pueblo Limite, el boliche me encanto, y por suerte tenia dos pistas, una de electrnica y otra de moviditos al esilo cuarteto, por lo que nos pasamos toda la noche ahi bailoteando con las chicas. Estuvo muy bueno. Hoy voy a conocer la playa y alas 6 tenemos que ir a bailar brasilero...haber si aprendo algo!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107332245413621782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107332245413621782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332245413621782' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107332188998583215</id><published>2004-01-05T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T13:59:20.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ansiaba tanto irme de vacaciones con las chicas que no me percate de lo mucho que podria extrañar a mi cochi. Y aunque estuve rodeada de gente toda la tarde, me hubiera encantado tenerlo al lado y cebarle unos mates. Espero que la este pasando bomba en sus vacaciones, asi por lo menos vale la pena este tiempo separados.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107332188998583215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107332188998583215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332188998583215' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107284771711723573</id><published>2003-12-31T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T02:17:24.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feliz año!!   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107284771711723573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107284771711723573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284771711723573' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107284730931290624</id><published>2003-12-31T02:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T02:09:35.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estoy re happy!!!!!!!!!!!!  que bueno es que mi gordo me preste atencion....  cada vez que hace me vuelvo a enamorar de él, y vuelven las hermosas mariposos a revolotear en mi estomago... ahhh si supiera cuanto lo AMO::::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107284730931290624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107284730931290624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284730931290624' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107283893108345146</id><published>2003-12-30T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:49:56.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estoy un poco ansiosa, al fin llegan mis esperadas vacaciones. Me voy a gesell con la Vale y otras niñas. Necesitaba un descanso de mi flia, de esta ciudad, del estudio, necesitaba salir de la rutina. Ya faltan tan solo 3 dias....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107283893108345146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107283893108345146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283893108345146' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107283879171699789</id><published>2003-12-30T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:47:37.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En el cumple la pase lindo, despues fuimos a otro cumple, fiesta de disfraces, yo me disfrace de la loca de la remera atada, me re jugue, tambien estuvo bueno. Pero fiestas de cumpleaños como las que haciamos antes ya no existen, simpre falta alguien, o falta liquido elemento o falta algo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107283879171699789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107283879171699789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283879171699789' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107265901483103182</id><published>2003-12-28T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:51:17.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esta noche estamos de cumpleaños, es de una ex-amiga, no se si le caera bien o no que vaya, pero ya esta, fui hay a la tarde y esta noche voy ir tambien.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107265901483103182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107265901483103182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265901483103182' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107255643572953792</id><published>2003-12-27T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T17:21:38.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encontre el problema?Creo que encontre el problema de mi relacion amorosa, son muchos años juntos, y él ya no se divierte conmigo, se aburre y por eso busca hacer cosas alternativas en lugar de estar conmigo, y cuando puede se me "escapa", por decirlo de alguna manera. Yo encomabio, siempre tengo ganas de estar con èl, de verlo, y no me aburro aunque nos pasemos una tarde entera viendo futbol y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107255643572953792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107255643572953792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255643572953792' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107255561897939168</id><published>2003-12-27T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T17:10:39.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Balance 2003Aunque algunos me tilden de loca, suelo ponerle nombre a los años. Por ejemplo el 2000 fue el año Y2K, y no por las computadoras, sino porque yo espeaba un colapso total, y aunque me la pase corriendo, y de quilombo en quilombo, termino siendo un año bastante lindo, com millones de cosas para recordar. Este, 2003, fue el año de "Las grandes enseñanzas". Pasaron muchas cosas feas y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107255561897939168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107255561897939168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255561897939168' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107204216930873684</id><published>2003-12-21T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:30:25.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estuve en un egreso el viernes, me la pase a las corridas, de la mesa a la barra, de la barra a la zona bailantera...toda la noche asi. Estuvo lindo, pero ya me siento una nona en los egresos, y empieza a correr unos aires de melancolia hacia el final de la noche. Estoy vieja, que se la va a hacer....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107204216930873684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107204216930873684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204216930873684' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107184047829055601</id><published>2003-12-19T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:28:52.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya no espero como antes, pero no dejo de esperar. Hasta no have mucho tiempo, esperaba desesperada, ahora espero en paz; ya no busco contantemente la forma de hacer que se den los resultados esperados, dejo que "la mano invisible de Smith" haga todo por mi, mientras, miro que sucede y si me gusta lo que veo, formo parte de ello por un rato, si no, me quedo sola en casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107184047829055601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107184047829055601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184047829055601' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107115161688413490</id><published>2003-12-11T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:10:57.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lo mejor este fin de semana me preparan una noche romantica!!!! yeah!!!!  I hope so!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107115161688413490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107115161688413490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115161688413490' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107114978914702896</id><published>2003-12-11T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:37:15.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que tormentita la de ayer!!!Terrible pero hermosa, fue la tormenta que paso ayer por estos lados, en menos de 30 minutos se escurecio todo y parecia que el cielo se venia abajo, muchos relampagos y unos rayos expectaculares. En realidad fue puro bla bla, porque levanto un poco de viento y largo un poco de agua, pero el paisaje que se observaba al mirar hacia arriba era digno de admiracion.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107114978914702896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107114978914702896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114978914702896' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107092869502313856</id><published>2003-12-08T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:12:18.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Realmente desastroso el estado del viernes, pero al menos era generalizado. Lo unico que espero es que el remisero no se haya dado vuelta en ningun momento, y que no haya usado el espejo retrovisor...lastima que cuando llegamos el alcochol pudo mas que el momento de extasis y salieron a la luz todos los sentimientos guardados. Pero el sabado tuvimos revancha. Y estuvo barbaro, las interrupciones,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107092869502313856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107092869502313856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092869502313856' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107063458489251685</id><published>2003-12-05T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T11:30:25.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estoy necesitada de cariño...necesito alguien atento, considerado, caballeroso. Necesito dulzura, simples boludes que te alegran el dia. Necesito saber que estan pensando en mi.La estoy pasando bastante mal...naci para estar de a dos, para entregarme por completo a otro ser humano...pero no encuentro al otro indicado, y esta maldita soledad me pesa tanto...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107063458489251685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107063458489251685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107063458489251685' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107042362808375770</id><published>2003-12-03T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:54:26.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por mas que lo intente, el look deportivo no va conmigo. El domingo hice el ridulo, no solo por mi apariencia fisica en lo respectivo al vestuario(los pantalones cortos me quedan horrible) sino tambien porque jugando al paddle (entre otros) soy un queso mantecoso...Donde esta mi gen deportivo!???!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107042362808375770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107042362808375770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042362808375770' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107014256829032633</id><published>2003-11-29T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T18:50:02.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despues de cinco años de ser añgo mas que la amiga de mi gordo acabo de decirle que no quiero otra cosa mas que seamos amigos... estoy triste...esperemos que sea lo mejor para los dos...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107014256829032633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107014256829032633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107014256829032633' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107007663703047881</id><published>2003-11-29T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T00:31:10.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay muchas cosas que extraños de "tener novio", pero sobretodo lo extraño los fines de semana, y aunque esta nueva modalidad de relacion tiene su gustito a aventura, extraño el tenerte conmigo en noches como estas, tambien el saber que un solitario domingo por la noche se transformaria en una pelicula juntos o simplemente en futbol; extraño los llamados a ultimo momento para saber a donde salia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107007663703047881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107007663703047881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007663703047881' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-107007487110768676</id><published>2003-11-28T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T00:01:45.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no me decidia a escribir, hace mas de una hora que lloro como pelouda frente a la maquina, jugando al solitario y escuchando musica de esa ideal para el final de la pelicula donde se suicida el protagonista. Necesito un amigo urgente que haga mimitos y me alcance unos pañuelitos descartables para sonarme la nariz, necesito una taza de cafe y una barrita de chocolate, necesito alguien que me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107007487110768676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/107007487110768676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007487110768676' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-106995832604838081</id><published>2003-11-27T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T15:39:18.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me estoy poniendo demasiado fanatica del espacio internetico, me parece que es hora de volver al mundo real.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106995832604838081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106995832604838081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995832604838081' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-106990925882358539</id><published>2003-11-27T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T02:03:09.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En poco tendre el corazón en pedacitos...  y la oscuridad que hoy me rodea se va a partir en dos, hasta ese momento, conformense con este mamarracho que deambula de un lado para el otro sin encontrarse. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106990925882358539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106990925882358539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990925882358539' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805112.post-106990281865201289</id><published>2003-11-27T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:14:10.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hace falta que te diga que me muero por tener algo contigo,es que no te has dado cuenta de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo....algo contigo, algo contigo, no quisiera yo morirme sin tener...algo contigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106990281865201289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805112/posts/default/106990281865201289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapartedeadelante.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990281865201289' title=''/><author><name>Dark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15403887426373836759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
