<?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-9687808</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:54:34.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dos pistolas y una de leche</title><subtitle type='html'>Perdone señora, pero yo llegue primera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</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>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-8177349822198458959</id><published>2008-03-12T06:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:20:24.887Z</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! 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Mail - mvadillo@yahoo.com'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3367777939007791764</id><published>2007-09-14T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:34:47.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RupHba6KLII/AAAAAAAAAEU/hzL1ZeeL4GY/s1600-h/chinamap.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109975263610547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RupHba6KLII/AAAAAAAAAEU/hzL1ZeeL4GY/s320/chinamap.gif" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como dice Marco: Bienvenidos a "Un capitulo nuevo de mi vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me ecanto como P-Drin me llamo el otro dia, asi que le copie su idea de mi nombre y es el titulo de mi nuevo blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mano-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.mano-lin.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3367777939007791764?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3367777939007791764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3367777939007791764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3367777939007791764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3367777939007791764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='A new chapter in my life'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RupHba6KLII/AAAAAAAAAEU/hzL1ZeeL4GY/s72-c/chinamap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-2025399890503023250</id><published>2007-08-28T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:44:11.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days, 12 hours and 10 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquarius: The sky speaks of fairness now: of justice and reaching an agreement you've wanted for some time. Of course, more discussion will be needed and someone isn't going to be as quick to see your point of view as you would like, but you can get what you want, provided you are willing to state your case calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Capricorn: Despite you having played an integral part in making something happen, it appears someone or possibly an organisation is deciding to take the reins now so you could find yourself excluded from a process you wanted to be involved with. Understand this is only temporary. Your input will be needed soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-2025399890503023250?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/2025399890503023250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=2025399890503023250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/2025399890503023250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/2025399890503023250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-days-12-hours-and-10-months.html' title='8 days, 12 hours and 10 months'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-7311742298834964742</id><published>2007-08-27T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:36:02.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>China, there I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtNRioFRfUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hrreax8oWgw/s1600-h/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103512458057841986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtNRioFRfUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hrreax8oWgw/s320/china.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-7311742298834964742?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/7311742298834964742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=7311742298834964742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7311742298834964742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7311742298834964742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/china-there-i-go.html' title='China, there I go!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtNRioFRfUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hrreax8oWgw/s72-c/china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3756530646210319950</id><published>2007-08-27T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:31:05.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Agosto 2007-Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtIbJYFRfTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/87t66W37lvA/s1600-h/abismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103171175661534514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtIbJYFRfTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/87t66W37lvA/s320/abismo.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3756530646210319950?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3756530646210319950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3756530646210319950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3756530646210319950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3756530646210319950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/27-agosto-2007-futuro.html' title='27 Agosto 2007-Futuro'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtIbJYFRfTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/87t66W37lvA/s72-c/abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-1063722537292221001</id><published>2007-08-25T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:41:32.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>See you next life time...maybe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtCv6YFRfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BN-iyyJwjNs/s1600-h/pepa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102771795242614050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtCv6YFRfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BN-iyyJwjNs/s320/pepa.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geoff: Hey! What u up to? Gxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pepa:' Llevo dos dias recibiendo negativas de todo el mundo, ahora soy yo la que quiere decir NO&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-1063722537292221001?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/1063722537292221001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=1063722537292221001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1063722537292221001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1063722537292221001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-you-next-life-timemaybe.html' title='See you next life time...maybe!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RtCv6YFRfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BN-iyyJwjNs/s72-c/pepa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6775044324884607712</id><published>2007-08-21T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:38:36.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Er hat mir gesagt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'I have been wondering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; to keep on seeing you, because every time I see you I feel more attached to you. What I feel when I am with you is so good that it is worth for me to take the risk  and jump even though I might hurt myself. I am not scared, I am going to jump!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6775044324884607712?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6775044324884607712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6775044324884607712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6775044324884607712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6775044324884607712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/er-hat-mir-gesagt.html' title='Er hat mir gesagt...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-8647503307126353967</id><published>2007-08-04T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:04:27.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatch and SuperBitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrSxa7uhW1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/nszTlnQeofw/s1600-h/bea___mano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094892154730404690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrSxa7uhW1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/nszTlnQeofw/s320/bea___mano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-8647503307126353967?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/8647503307126353967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=8647503307126353967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8647503307126353967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8647503307126353967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/beatch-and-superbitch.html' title='Beatch and SuperBitch'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrSxa7uhW1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/nszTlnQeofw/s72-c/bea___mano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-2341617468430471901</id><published>2007-08-04T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:39:45.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi me siento hoy</title><content type='html'>It is the passion flowing right on through your veins&lt;br /&gt;And it's the feeling that you're oh so glad you came&lt;br /&gt;It is the moment you remember you're alive&lt;br /&gt;It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire&lt;br /&gt;It is that flower that you took the time to smell&lt;br /&gt;It is the power that you know you got it well&lt;br /&gt;It is the fear inside that you can overcome&lt;br /&gt;This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força, com uma força&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força que ninguém pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força, com uma forca&lt;br /&gt;Como uma fome que ninguém pode matar&lt;br /&gt;It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life&lt;br /&gt;It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly&lt;br /&gt;It is the beautiful game that you choose to play&lt;br /&gt;When you step out into the world to start your day&lt;br /&gt;You show your face and take it in and scream and pray&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna win it for yourself and us today&lt;br /&gt;It is the gold, the green, the yellow and the grey&lt;br /&gt;The red and sweat and tears, the love you go.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!Como uma força, com uma força&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força que ninguém pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força, com uma força&lt;br /&gt;Como uma fome que ninguém pode matar&lt;br /&gt;força, força, força, força&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the sky, closer, way up high,&lt;br /&gt;mais perto do céu, mais perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força, com uma força&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força que ninguém pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma força, com uma força&lt;br /&gt;Como uma fome que ninguém pode matar&lt;br /&gt;força (oh), força (oh), força, força, força&lt;br /&gt;Este amor..Este amor..É Tão grande,Tão forte&lt;br /&gt;come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5N_HREXJd-Q"&gt;Nelly Furtado, Força&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-2341617468430471901?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/2341617468430471901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=2341617468430471901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/2341617468430471901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/2341617468430471901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/asi-me-siento-hoy.html' title='Asi me siento hoy'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6527762296989868772</id><published>2007-08-01T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:06:51.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Germinacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrA-Y7uhW0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a9GCtAm__N8/s1600-h/jaqueline.com.germination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093639776626629442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrA-Y7uhW0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a9GCtAm__N8/s320/jaqueline.com.germination.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A veces plantamos semillas de las que salen arboles o una plantita que luego se seca e incluso otras veces no sale nada. Lo emocionante esta en la espera, en el no saber quE saldra, en ir a por el agua y regar la parcela donde la plantamos, en asegurarnos de que no hay malas hierbas a su alrededor. Pensar en si tendras peras o manzanas me parece muy precipitado, a cada cosa su tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6527762296989868772?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6527762296989868772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6527762296989868772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6527762296989868772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6527762296989868772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/08/germinacion.html' title='Germinacion'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RrA-Y7uhW0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a9GCtAm__N8/s72-c/jaqueline.com.germination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-7117727893948908183</id><published>2007-07-27T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:51:57.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pidiendole peras al al olmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y me pregunto, por que ahora busco un novio trofeo y antes me valia un feo? Porque mi cuerpo ha cambiado y estoy mas seguro de mi mismo y cualquiera ya no me vale? Porque necesito reforzar mi imagen con otro a mi lado, porque sigo tan inseguro como siempre? Y que placer sacaria de mostrarselo a los que me rodean? Es que no me valoro por lo que soy y necesito tener 'avalorios' para que quieran y envidien? Por que,que sea muy bueno en la cama, carinyoso, tierno, atento, cuidador no me vale y pienso en lo que no tiene, no es lo suficientemente blanco, no tiene pecas, no es rubio ni pelirrojo, no tiene abdominales, sino una tripita que en el fondo me pone mogollon. Por que le doy tanta importancia a la parte fisica, cuando se que es algo que no sobrevivira al tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;Me preguto que haria si encontrara un pelirrojo, de ojos azules o verdes, con un cuerpo de escandalo lleno de pecas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-7117727893948908183?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/7117727893948908183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=7117727893948908183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7117727893948908183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7117727893948908183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/07/pidiendole-eras-al-al-olmo.html' title='Pidiendole peras al al olmo?'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-8270818268957047684</id><published>2007-07-17T01:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:59:02.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que yo no soy tu conciencia and I don't tell you off!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos a ver honey, si te enteras de una vez. Si esta noche no quiero seguir la juerga contigo es porque mis pasadas experiencias me dicen que me vas a dejar tirao con mi cerveza en la mano tan pronto como entremos en un bar, pub o club. No seria la primera vez que pasa. Hay un pasado. Tenemos diferentes 'agendas'. Yo me kedaria tarde tomando otra por estar contigo y para escucharte, pues hace tiempo que no se de ti y me interesa. Tu  vuelves a Londres durante cinco dias y tu interes, segun has estado diciendo toda la noche es tirarte a algun tio, puesto que en Marruecos la cosa esta un poco chunga. O pones el culo, o se acabo el mariconeo. Pues asi de claro  yo me protejo de lo que no quiero. Que hay de malo en que despues de haber pasado una excelente noche con Ami, Rob,tu y yo, cada uno decida cuales son sus prioridades y nos despidamos? Acaso, quizas, tu crees que lo que lo que tu vas a hacer es recriminable y malo. Alla tu, es tu problema. No me vengas con pamplinas del tipo: 'pues si yo te he pedi que volvieramos juntos y tu no quisiste' porque me suenan a rancio. Este tema esta mas que cerrado, al menos para mi. Las segundas partes raramente fueron buenas y la nuestra no hubiera sido una excepcion. Ademas quizas en la forma haya sido un poco abrupto, pero al final no me equivoque. tu NO querias continuar la juerga conmigo, y no es solo el hecho de que yo estaba hasta cierto punto previendo el futuro, al final tu confirmaste ese futuro. Tenias dos opciones: o nos ibamos juntos a contarnos confidencias, o tu te ibas por tu cuenta de caza al CXR. Al final optaste por la segunda opcion. Espero que al menos la disfrutes y no te mortifiques y laves las mano diciendo : 'things got messy!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-8270818268957047684?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/8270818268957047684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=8270818268957047684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8270818268957047684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8270818268957047684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/07/que-yo-no-soy-tu-conciencia-and-i-dont.html' title='Que yo no soy tu conciencia and I don&apos;t tell you off!!!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3997259133772099948</id><published>2007-07-15T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:05:33.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rpp90Ivkt3I/AAAAAAAAADk/BSujmuUsrJs/s1600-h/telephone.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087517063722088306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rpp90Ivkt3I/AAAAAAAAADk/BSujmuUsrJs/s320/telephone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Querida Bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;me pides al despedirnos que mantenga el contacto y me dices con cierto tono recriminatorio que ay que ver el tiempo que hace desde que tenemos una de nuestras largas conversaciones. Te defiendes cuando te recuerdo que he sido yo el que el que siempre te ha llamado para iniciar esas largas conversaciones. Expresas tambien tu preocupacion por mi, te parezco algo lejano y cambiado. Posiblemente cambiado. En cuanto a la distancia, yo lo unico que he hecho ha sido no llamarte, en espera de que tu lo hicieras. Y digo yo, si tanto te ha apetecido tener una conversacion conmigo y si tan preocupada has estado por mi durante todo este tiempo que no nos hemos visto, por que no me has llamado tu? El telefono funciona igual de mi casa a la tuya, que de la tuya a la mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3997259133772099948?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3997259133772099948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3997259133772099948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3997259133772099948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3997259133772099948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/07/contacto.html' title='Contacto'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rpp90Ivkt3I/AAAAAAAAADk/BSujmuUsrJs/s72-c/telephone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-8933205201255162474</id><published>2007-07-10T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:35:11.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atajos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RpM5poUNj-I/AAAAAAAAADc/b94lba69Sg4/s1600-h/fastfood2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085471791591034850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RpM5poUNj-I/AAAAAAAAADc/b94lba69Sg4/s320/fastfood2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I take pills to make me feel high. I take pills to make me sleep. I have sex, as a quick way of contact. They are fast food,like McDonalds, they are filling but not nourishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-8933205201255162474?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/8933205201255162474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=8933205201255162474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8933205201255162474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8933205201255162474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/07/atajos.html' title='Atajos'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RpM5poUNj-I/AAAAAAAAADc/b94lba69Sg4/s72-c/fastfood2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3825510328038512615</id><published>2007-06-27T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:08:14.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoIPj4UNj9I/AAAAAAAAADU/t0yO1ZEkLwE/s1600-h/31mariaantonieta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080640438714339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoIPj4UNj9I/AAAAAAAAADU/t0yO1ZEkLwE/s320/31mariaantonieta3.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No deje de llamarte porke se me olvidara. Incluso me acorde un dia antes. Ayer al levantarme sabia ke no te llamaria, 'kizas un mensaje', pense, pero luego decidi ke o todo o nada y me senti liberado, mas ligero, como cuando hago limpieza. Para ke? pense.Ya me se la konversacion de memoria, komo en las tarjetas de Navidad ke ya vienen impresas. Casi veinte anyos esperando tus promesas de kontakto y nunka llego nada, me kanse. Ke sako de mantener una relacion ke no me aporta nada? Hace ya mucho ke no pierdo el tiempo mandando felicitaciones navidenyas a akellos de los ke no me akuerdo durante todo el anyo. Las amistades hay ke kuidarlas, alimentarlas, mimarlas,regarlas, dedicarles tiempo y ganas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3825510328038512615?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3825510328038512615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3825510328038512615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3825510328038512615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3825510328038512615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoIPj4UNj9I/AAAAAAAAADU/t0yO1ZEkLwE/s72-c/31mariaantonieta3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-7828454476717869702</id><published>2007-06-26T09:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:20:14.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080284260650394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoDLnloTIpI/AAAAAAAAADM/-GeGvJYoze8/s320/Suitcase-Suite.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoDInloTIoI/AAAAAAAAADE/7-4MZi1Ydyw/s1600-h/aa-london-140106-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080280962115510914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoDInloTIoI/AAAAAAAAADE/7-4MZi1Ydyw/s320/aa-london-140106-1.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fueron momentos geniales de kontakto y de ausencia. Me acerke y me aleje. Me implike y observe. Me expuse y me protegi. Entranyable, y kuando el komandante dijo ke ibamos a aterrizar suspire y senti ke ya estaba de vuelta en kasa, kon mis maletas ke pesaban mas ahora ke a la ida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-7828454476717869702?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/7828454476717869702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=7828454476717869702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7828454476717869702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7828454476717869702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-home.html' title='Back home!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RoDLnloTIpI/AAAAAAAAADM/-GeGvJYoze8/s72-c/Suitcase-Suite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-1520626812157915044</id><published>2007-06-22T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:51:23.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3,2,1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RnvFmVoTInI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r2Mcbk9RLRs/s1600-h/50111~Nice-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078870267222237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RnvFmVoTInI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r2Mcbk9RLRs/s320/50111~Nice-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya solo kedan horassssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-1520626812157915044?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/1520626812157915044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=1520626812157915044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1520626812157915044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1520626812157915044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/321.html' title='3,2,1...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RnvFmVoTInI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r2Mcbk9RLRs/s72-c/50111~Nice-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-4558382627219441887</id><published>2007-06-22T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:03:51.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas disponible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kerido Frank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;solo tu y kizas ni siquiera tu, sabes lo ke te pasa por la kabeza y las historias ke tu te montas. Me dice Vero ke no te kedaras a dormir en el piso por miedo a ti mismo, por temor a ke yo pueda seducirte. Vamos anda tio, a tu edad con estas chorradas! Dos kosas te digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gracias por no kedarte, asi tendremos mas sitio y deberias preguntarte si yo estoy disponible y no asumirlo, no? Bueno, mon cheri te veo a la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ManolinX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-4558382627219441887?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/4558382627219441887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=4558382627219441887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/4558382627219441887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/4558382627219441887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/pas-disponible.html' title='Pas disponible!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6456963835985139305</id><published>2007-06-10T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:28:24.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't hurry love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EZ9h9gZ0wA"&gt;The Supremes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; find someone to call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But mama said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You got to trust, give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But how many heartaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Must I stand before I find a love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To let me live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now the only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That keeps me hangin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I feel my strength, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s almost gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember mama said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How long must I wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How much more can I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before loneliness will cause my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart to break? No I can’t bear to live my life alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I grow impatient for a love to call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when I feel that I, I can’t go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;These precious words keeps me hangin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember mama said:You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said trust, give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, love, love, don’t come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I keep on waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anticipating for that soft voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To talk to me at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some tender arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To hold me tightI keep waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it ain’t easyIt ain’t easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But mama said:You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said to trust, give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6456963835985139305?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6456963835985139305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6456963835985139305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6456963835985139305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6456963835985139305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-cant-hurry-love.html' title='You can&apos;t hurry love'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3441954367619863289</id><published>2007-06-05T08:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:58:52.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me voy a aplicar el cuento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RmURLVoTImI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HBYS9leRgRk/s1600-h/Pomada-Regenerador06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072479441785135714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RmURLVoTImI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HBYS9leRgRk/s320/Pomada-Regenerador06.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y yo ke pensaba ke era direkto y decia lo ke pensaba. Una mierda! evito el konflikto a toda kosta a veces inkluso me retiro sin negociar. Algo sakare al komportarme asi, imagino ke mi miedo es ser abandanado. Si contradigo, no konfluyo y me posiciono korro el riesgo de no ser aceptado por todos. Y es ke lo ke me dijo Phil, el judio pelirrojin, el otro dia, esta lleno de razon. Fue a razon de komentarle lo seguro de si mismo e incluso arrogante ke a veces me parecia. Me dijo, ke ya se lo habian komentado antes. 'Y es ke, yo se ke hay gente a la ke les resulto desagradable y me rechazan por mi pelo rojo y hay otra gente a la resulto muy atraktivo (a mi, pense yo) asi ke komo soy konsciente de ke no puedo agradar a todo el mundo, me relajo y me koncentro en mi publiko' (me dijo, mas o menos kon otras palabras). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3441954367619863289?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3441954367619863289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3441954367619863289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3441954367619863289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3441954367619863289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-voy-a.html' title='Me voy a aplicar el cuento'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RmURLVoTImI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HBYS9leRgRk/s72-c/Pomada-Regenerador06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-1765750249069212889</id><published>2007-06-01T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:10:27.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahi va eso Karlos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rl9jNHOnP0I/AAAAAAAAACs/CptArxN8TZ8/s1600-h/large_landing_page%20graphic%20copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070880782372257602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rl9jNHOnP0I/AAAAAAAAACs/CptArxN8TZ8/s320/large_landing_page%2520graphic%2520copy1.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Si?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hombre, ke sorpresa! La verdad es ke estaba pensando en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Y ke pensabas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-(Silencio)...pues ke esta ultima vez ke te he visto te he sentido mas cerca, y me gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-(Silencio)...espera ke te paso kon tu hermana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-1765750249069212889?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/1765750249069212889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=1765750249069212889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1765750249069212889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1765750249069212889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahi-va-eso-karlos.html' title='Ahi va eso Karlos!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rl9jNHOnP0I/AAAAAAAAACs/CptArxN8TZ8/s72-c/large_landing_page%2520graphic%2520copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-7773054277169367196</id><published>2007-05-25T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:08:48.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RlYo-HOnPzI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNz7vE4qOKc/s1600-h/snow-globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068283478209412914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RlYo-HOnPzI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNz7vE4qOKc/s320/snow-globe.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-7773054277169367196?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/7773054277169367196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=7773054277169367196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7773054277169367196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7773054277169367196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/05/sin-palabras.html' title='Sin palabras'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RlYo-HOnPzI/AAAAAAAAACk/iNz7vE4qOKc/s72-c/snow-globe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-8900320074965664011</id><published>2007-04-15T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:41:09.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo sueño que estoy aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;destas prisiones cargado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y soñé que en otro estado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;más lisonjero me vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;una sombra, una ficción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y el mayor bien es pequeño:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que toda la vida es sueño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y los sueños, sueños son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soliloquio se Segismundo, Pedro Calderon de la Barca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meeting you made me learn many things about myself. You awoke feelings in me I thought I could never have again. I felt alive and I thank you for that. It was a beautiful week. Thank you for your honesty. Manx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kada vez estoy mas konvencido de ke lo ke pasa, pasa por alguna razon y depende de mi enkontrar esa razon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-8900320074965664011?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/8900320074965664011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=8900320074965664011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8900320074965664011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/8900320074965664011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6542410695985533614</id><published>2007-04-14T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:16:14.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un vaso de leche caliente con miel, un orfidal y dos paracetamoles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know why, but today a strong feeling of innadecuacy invaded me. Suddenly I was completely terrified because I thought I would never be good enough for you, I  thought I would never be able to be up to an acceptable standard. I closed my eyes and I saw myself as a child and I saw you as an adult, as a man and I cried. I want to be able to stand up and look at you in the eye and be able to behave with you as an adult, as an equal. You've told me that it takes two to make it hot. I've seen the tenderness and the desire in your eyes when you look at me. I have noticed how your fingers tremble when you touch my skin and how you give yourself entirely when I caress you and kiss you, but still I fear I won't be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6542410695985533614?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6542410695985533614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6542410695985533614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6542410695985533614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6542410695985533614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/un-vaso-de-leche-caliente-con-miel-un.html' title='Un vaso de leche caliente con miel, un orfidal y dos paracetamoles'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6418105679590467904</id><published>2007-04-13T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:56:43.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me lo pido pa los Reyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rh9FwGPEAqI/AAAAAAAAACc/5airpL5P1U8/s1600-h/pecera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052833999542813346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rh9FwGPEAqI/AAAAAAAAACc/5airpL5P1U8/s320/pecera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6418105679590467904?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6418105679590467904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6418105679590467904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6418105679590467904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6418105679590467904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-lo-pido-pa-los-reyes.html' title='Me lo pido pa los Reyes!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rh9FwGPEAqI/AAAAAAAAACc/5airpL5P1U8/s72-c/pecera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-233550149059539809</id><published>2007-04-10T08:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:16:02.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rhs4yGPEApI/AAAAAAAAACU/inBb2Nxjbds/s1600-h/Chocolate%20Cake%20On%20Plate%20With%20Frosting%20And%20Cherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051693840344547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rhs4yGPEApI/AAAAAAAAACU/inBb2Nxjbds/s320/Chocolate%2520Cake%2520On%2520Plate%2520With%2520Frosting%2520And%2520Cherry.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good, very good and you are the cherry on top of the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Si me kejaba de ke el otro no abria los ojos, este no los cierra. Y me enkanta!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-233550149059539809?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/233550149059539809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=233550149059539809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/233550149059539809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/233550149059539809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/geoff.html' title='Geoff'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rhs4yGPEApI/AAAAAAAAACU/inBb2Nxjbds/s72-c/Chocolate%2520Cake%2520On%2520Plate%2520With%2520Frosting%2520And%2520Cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3146796272912279046</id><published>2007-04-09T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:43:12.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronicles of a bank holiday weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you always have sex on E?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not always, but many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then...you have an enhanced experience of the feelings and emotions you go through when having sex with the other guy; if you ever do it again with no drugs what you will feel and experience might be different, don't you think? Having said that, I've just realised I do similar things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good day sexy, you were better than pills. Manx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha! I'm the new designer drug. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, you would make a fortune if you sold yourself in clubs, but I am going to keep it a secret, so I can keep you for my own personal consumption, x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I could charge the off bloke for a lick of my armpit,x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like your fish bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not a fish bowl, it is a vase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wouldn't you like to have a goldfish in your fish bowl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, not really. When I had goldfishes I always over fed them and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where do you go when you close your eyes, who are you with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what you mean, I am here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( I thought I was having sex with an absent body and I lost it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please open your fucking eyes and let me see them, they are beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(do single children tend to be very reserved and quiet and have a very rich world in their minds and they find it difficult to share with the rest of the world?)Or may he is just a quiet guy. Hard work, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3146796272912279046?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3146796272912279046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3146796272912279046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3146796272912279046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3146796272912279046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/cronicles-of-bank-holiday-weekend.html' title='Cronicles of a bank holiday weekend'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-686692179766279230</id><published>2007-04-07T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:34:39.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U were better than a pill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rher1xQAeYI/AAAAAAAAACM/w0wSHbhABi8/s1600-h/trinity-church-square-00629-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050694447361194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rher1xQAeYI/AAAAAAAAACM/w0wSHbhABi8/s320/trinity-church-square-00629-640.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RhequBQAeWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R5ZQ3mYvGhY/s1600-h/trinity-church-square-00629-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RheqmBQAeVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UJGR5osXfNM/s1600-h/explosion+atomica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050693077266626898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RheqmBQAeVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UJGR5osXfNM/s320/explosion+atomica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu, con una pastilla y yo kon un fraser. Kreo ke tu te lo pasate bien, pero yo me lo pase bomba. Y eso ke este finde me habia propuesto no meterme nada, pues chika me puse ciega kon un fraiser, me daban unos subidones ke daban miedo. Espero ke no me de bajon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-686692179766279230?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/686692179766279230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=686692179766279230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/686692179766279230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/686692179766279230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/u-were-better-than-pill.html' title='U were better than a pill!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rher1xQAeYI/AAAAAAAAACM/w0wSHbhABi8/s72-c/trinity-church-square-00629-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-353326468959282761</id><published>2007-04-05T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:52:31.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank u Easyjet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Hey mano!soz din't call yday-last min rush. we're off 2 madrid in half an hour.promise 2 bring some sausage xx.' Nik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Igual me salvo este finde, aunke el Richard ya volvio de NY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-353326468959282761?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/353326468959282761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=353326468959282761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/353326468959282761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/353326468959282761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-u-easyjet.html' title='Thank u Easyjet'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-1199252070095856122</id><published>2007-04-03T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:09:38.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambio de planes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RhGZkY0HXbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1ioOVszfsh0/s1600-h/ist_000000455809-795426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048985507674414514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RhGZkY0HXbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1ioOVszfsh0/s320/ist_000000455809-795426.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tia, a veces oigo voces pero no las eskucho! Desde antes de apretar el boton para mandarle el mensaje diciendole ke se trajera el dvd, ke yo hacia la cena, habia algo ke no me permitia apretarlo kon la fuerza necesaria para sentirlo komo un deseo verdadero. Te lo juro, se muera papa! ke ya me habia visto ya ahi antes de ke tu me lo dijeras: Recien cenaos, en el sofa, debajo de la manta de kuadros, kon un vaso de vino, el uno en los brazos del otro y viendo a 300 tios en taparrabos de kuero. Ke no tia! Ke eso no es lo ke kiero. Un finde sin drogas, no me parece tan mal, pero meterme en kasa a las 7 de la tarde un sabado, kon un deskonocido, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos a ver por donde me me sale. Le dejare ke el decida, sugiera, proponga, pero en la kalle, ke luego akabamos en la kama follando, bien, ke no, pues tambien bien. A ver si soy kapaz de relajarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A veces me meto hasta las cejas en unas historias ke no estoy seguro de ke me interesen en su totalidad y ademas me traiciono, y no me permito tener ningun as en la manga, ni otra estrategia para salir de mi trampa.Vamos, komo si Kaperucita metiera al lobo en kasa a sabiendas de ke es el lobo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kreo ke esta vez el likido de frenos parece haber funcionado...de momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-1199252070095856122?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/1199252070095856122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=1199252070095856122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1199252070095856122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1199252070095856122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/04/kambio-de-planes.html' title='Kambio de planes.'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RhGZkY0HXbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1ioOVszfsh0/s72-c/ist_000000455809-795426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-1947883065548662084</id><published>2007-03-30T07:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:17:58.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantis bendita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgyzFY0HXaI/AAAAAAAAABc/vZkcaqhyMPk/s1600-h/mantis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047606187517238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgyzFY0HXaI/AAAAAAAAABc/vZkcaqhyMPk/s320/mantis.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me he dado kuenta de ke una pastilla me tira mas de lo ke jamas hubiera pensado, kambio un noche de 'pasion' por una Mitchubichi. He kambiado mis planes, sin darme kuenta, por tomarme una. Ahora lo veo, asi ke a partir de ahora espero drogarme con conciencia de lo ke estoy haciendo, igual as me suben antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me dejo elegir por el primero ke posa su mirada en mi, sea komo sea. Klaro komo una vale tan poko...ademas asi no tengo ke asumir ninguna reasponsabilidad. Komo me eligieron....no fue mi decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A muchos de los tios kon los ke follo no les tengo ningun respeto. Ni siquiera les pregunto por donde les apeteceria ke empezara a komermelos, vamos no les digo ni 'buen provecho', me los komo sin mastikar, sin saborearlos, los devoro. Tampoko me respeto a mi mismo, klaro, me los komo kon las manos y sin servilleta, me limpio en la manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A la gente a la ke kiero la aparto de mi. Todavia no se exaktamente por ke. Kizas por miedo a mostrarme ante ellos komo realmente soy, kizas porke kreo ke no me los merezko, komo yo me kiero poko, komo me van a kerer ellos? Kizas porke ya me los tengo ganados. Kizas por miedo a tener un kontakto real kon ellos...kreo ke este tema da pa unas sesiones kon el Peter y la Pepa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me monto unas pelikulas en la kabeza ke kualkier dia me dan un Oskar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ante muchas situaciones me siento aturdido y se ke hay algo ke no funciona, pero me kuesta parar no me doy kuenta hasta ke me doy el ostion. A lo peor es ke no tengo likido de frenos! Me voy a horita mismo pa un garaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-1947883065548662084?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/1947883065548662084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=1947883065548662084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1947883065548662084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/1947883065548662084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/mantis-bendita.html' title='Mantis bendita'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgyzFY0HXaI/AAAAAAAAABc/vZkcaqhyMPk/s72-c/mantis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6612224189280500631</id><published>2007-03-28T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:03:42.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revuelto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgoUqo0HXZI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEj2wOjuLZA/s1600-h/3x3x5-scrambled.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046869055165128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgoUqo0HXZI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEj2wOjuLZA/s320/3x3x5-scrambled.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Llevo unos dias ke ke me siento asi. Kiero ponerle palabras, a ver si lo logro luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6612224189280500631?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6612224189280500631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6612224189280500631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6612224189280500631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6612224189280500631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/revuelto.html' title='Revuelto'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgoUqo0HXZI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEj2wOjuLZA/s72-c/3x3x5-scrambled.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-7262771180386644969</id><published>2007-03-26T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:39:34.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsesivo y desmesurao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rgd33X9VZxI/AAAAAAAAABM/J8zxjuSWahU/s1600-h/old_clocks_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046133700699711250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rgd33X9VZxI/AAAAAAAAABM/J8zxjuSWahU/s320/old_clocks_3.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rgd3u39VZwI/AAAAAAAAABE/JnE8DRoN94Y/s1600-h/Marcus%20Mansion%20mirrors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046133554670823170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rgd3u39VZwI/AAAAAAAAABE/JnE8DRoN94Y/s320/Marcus%2520Mansion%2520mirrors.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En mi piso de 40 y pokos metros cuadrados, tengo 10 espejos y 7 relojes. Me pregunto ke kerra decir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-7262771180386644969?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/7262771180386644969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=7262771180386644969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7262771180386644969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/7262771180386644969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/obsesivo-y-desmesurao.html' title='Obsesivo y desmesurao'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rgd33X9VZxI/AAAAAAAAABM/J8zxjuSWahU/s72-c/old_clocks_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6585088759273908530</id><published>2007-03-22T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:58:35.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Otra mueska en mi revolver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgJEHH9VZvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JyGWaVE5VJc/s1600-h/BOOTBOYS-robert+taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044669421794453234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgJEHH9VZvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JyGWaVE5VJc/s320/BOOTBOYS-robert+taylor.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phil G, de ginger, aunke tambien podia ser Phil C ,de cocky, Phil S ,de sweet, Phil P ,de persistente o Phil J, de joven. Ya no me acuerdo como era yo kon 23 anyos. Me suena a anyos luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6585088759273908530?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6585088759273908530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6585088759273908530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6585088759273908530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6585088759273908530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/otra-mueska-en-mi-revolver.html' title='Otra mueska en mi revolver'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgJEHH9VZvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JyGWaVE5VJc/s72-c/BOOTBOYS-robert+taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6210301301929163127</id><published>2007-03-21T07:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:11:36.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Komo Ava en la barrera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgDofX9VZuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UzhOSLiV_60/s1600-h/ava+toros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044287208359814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgDofX9VZuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UzhOSLiV_60/s320/ava+toros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me habia olvidado ke a este mundo vine solo, estoy solo y me ire solo. Nada mas nacer, al igual ke despues hiciera kon mis hermananos, mi madre se deshizo de mi komo si fuera una patata kaliente, en kuanto pudo me largo al patio y a la kalle: "Ala! dejanme en pah, ke stoy mu mala. Iroh pal patio o pa la kalle y dejanme trankila! Hay ke veh ehtoh ninyoh me tienen loka!" Ni un karinyo, ni un beso, ni un momento de ternura: a puntapie limpio! La letra kon sangre entra. " Haceh lo ke keraih, pero a mi no me vengais dehpueh kon problemah. Ale, ahi teneih el dinero, no se os okurra portaroh mal y me tengan ke decir na, porke oh pikoteo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Klaro, asi luego al primero ke me prestaba atencion o me daba algo de karinyo me pegaba komo una lapa, tanto ke anyos despues de terminar la relacion aun me da miedo separarme, no vaya a ser ke me kede solo, solo, solo y es ke se me olvida ke estoy solo, solo, solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6210301301929163127?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6210301301929163127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6210301301929163127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6210301301929163127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6210301301929163127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/komo-ava-en-la-barrera.html' title='Komo Ava en la barrera...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RgDofX9VZuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UzhOSLiV_60/s72-c/ava+toros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-5964590843136813338</id><published>2007-03-16T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:48:09.227Z</updated><title type='text'>De Oca a Oca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfpXjkQCQeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V8K1M51u24/s1600-h/oca2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042439001332662754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfpXjkQCQeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V8K1M51u24/s320/oca2.gif" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me he dado kuenta de ke en muchas situaciones me salto lo del medio: Voy de la A a la Z sin pasar por el abecedario. Del 'hola' al 'te lo pones o me lo pongo?' Del titulo al The End. No me paro a sentir lo ke me esta pasando, me aturullo y no veo nada...bueno lo veo despues de ke ha pasado; al menos me keda eso para tomar nota y aplikarme el kuento para la proxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-5964590843136813338?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/5964590843136813338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=5964590843136813338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/5964590843136813338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/5964590843136813338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-oca-oca.html' title='De Oca a Oca'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfpXjkQCQeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6V8K1M51u24/s72-c/oca2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-6420856378392661367</id><published>2007-03-15T08:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:32:54.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Ghost invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfkEl0QCQcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kUegfQeMF5s/s1600-h/invite3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042066305545552322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfkEl0QCQcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kUegfQeMF5s/s320/invite3.gif" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You invite me to the cinema and I end up going on my own. You invite me for a drink and I end up having a drink with your mates. You invite me for dinner and I end up having dinner with your guests. If you are not going to be there I wonder why you invite me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-6420856378392661367?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/6420856378392661367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=6420856378392661367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6420856378392661367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/6420856378392661367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/ghost-invitation.html' title='Ghost invitation'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfkEl0QCQcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kUegfQeMF5s/s72-c/invite3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-5107455949434719521</id><published>2007-03-14T07:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:47:13.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Estamos en planetas diferentes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rferi0QCQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EG5gIoZdYyw/s1600-h/planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041686922494362034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rferi0QCQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EG5gIoZdYyw/s320/planets.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu me kuentas una historia ke tu y yo sabemos ke no es cierta, ke la has tergiversado para para ke enkaje en tu diskurso. Tu, me hablas de un veto entre tu y yo del ke yo no tengo noticias, me molesta ke intentes enganyarme kon esa historia kuando ambos sabemos ke no es cierta y no se sostiene! Hoy te eskudas en el supuesto veto, para justifikar tu desidia a la hora de contaktarme, otras veces has utilizado otras excusas...Son muchos anyos y se por donde vienes. Chiko, kambia de personaje, inventate otro, dale un giro, un nuevo makillaje? Un nuevo argumento? O simplemente kitate la kareta (de todas maneras se te ve el karton).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-5107455949434719521?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/5107455949434719521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=5107455949434719521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/5107455949434719521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/5107455949434719521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/estamos-en-planetas-diferentes.html' title='Estamos en planetas diferentes!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/Rferi0QCQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EG5gIoZdYyw/s72-c/planets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-3960877483628838624</id><published>2007-03-12T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:05:24.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Espejito, espejito magiko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfShGkQCQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIlGG0gBa_A/s1600-h/sculpture_face_wrinkles_sxc_nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040831017116647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfShGkQCQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIlGG0gBa_A/s320/sculpture_face_wrinkles_sxc_nr.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kreo ke debo tener una percepcion bastante distorsionada de mi mismo o hay gente ke miente komo loka! Kizas las dos kosas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akabo de llegar a kas despues de echar un polvo kon el plan B de hoy. Me pregunto mi edad y acto seguido, me dijo ke hacia dos semanas habia sido su cumpleanyos, por lo visto solo tiene un anyo mas ke yo! De no haber estado sentado, me hubiera kaido al suelo! Solo un anyo mas ke yo!!!!??? Vamos anda!! O  mis amigos de mi edad, mi referente, y yo  nos konservamos ke te kagas de jovenes y macizos o este tio y otros ke me he enkontrado recientemente no tienen verguenza y mienten kon respekto a su edad, hasta el punto de kitarse 10 anyazos; pero es ke no tienen espejos en kasa?? O komo la vista ya no les funciona bien, ven en el espejo lo ke su deseo kiere ver. Me molesta ke me digan ese tipo de mentiras estupidas, por ke? no lo se, seguro ke es tema de konversacion kon mi Lokero o kon la Pepa, Sesiones telefonikas: Alanhe digame!! Tego un problema kon la edad, kon mi edad,kon la edad de mis amantes, kon mi envejecimiento,kon mis arrugas, kon las arrugas de mis amantes, kon el echo de ke ya no soy un spring chiken, komo dice el Pablito, cierto! Pero yo no miento kuando me preguntan kuantos anyos tengo, konyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-3960877483628838624?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/3960877483628838624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=3960877483628838624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3960877483628838624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/3960877483628838624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2007/03/espejito-espejito-magiko.html' title='Espejito, espejito magiko...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_31tImwBjom0/RfShGkQCQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIlGG0gBa_A/s72-c/sculpture_face_wrinkles_sxc_nr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116591982196136656</id><published>2006-12-12T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:38:09.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Bye, bye, Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/1600/886431/auf%20wiedersehen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/320/437856/auf%20wiedersehen.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiero ser duenyo de mi tripa. No kiero estar kontigo ya y me separo. Rekupero mi espacio ke te cedi a ti, a la eventualidad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuantas mas parcelas de mi tripa okupe yo mismo, menos kontaktos vanales necesitare. Si mis sentimientos los pongo fuera de mi, no habra nadie ke me akompanye. Kuanto mas responsable sea de mi mismo, mas akompanyado estare. Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116591982196136656?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116591982196136656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116591982196136656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116591982196136656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116591982196136656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye-bye-babe.html' title='Bye, bye, Babe!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116559027466268798</id><published>2006-12-08T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:04:34.673Z</updated><title type='text'>La Santisima Trinidad Siglo XXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/1600/947129/e48are2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/320/765579/e48are2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; La Madre, el Hijo y el Espiritu Santo (No hay padre, porke la madre es soltera, you know!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116559027466268798?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116559027466268798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116559027466268798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116559027466268798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116559027466268798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-santisima-trinidad-siglo-xxi.html' title='La Santisima Trinidad Siglo XXI'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116557709407043981</id><published>2006-12-08T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:13:33.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Shortbus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/1600/319760/shortbus%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/320/399375/shortbus%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Una peli donde los personajes buskan el amor, la felicidad y el orgasmo perfekto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shortbusthemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.shortbusthemovie.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'It's  like in the sixties, but only there is less hope...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0RQR8KOVjU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0RQR8KOVjU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116557709407043981?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116557709407043981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116557709407043981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116557709407043981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116557709407043981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/12/shortbus.html' title='Shortbus'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116428589500912872</id><published>2006-11-23T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:44:55.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Kedan dos dias pal fin del mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/1600/114969/whateverparty[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/320/679996/whateverparty%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La segunda venida. Y un palomo blanko, kon alguna ke otra pluma, se le presentara a Maria...bueno vistos los tiempos ke korren seguro se le presenta a San Jose, se lo folla vivo, le saka lo sojo y se van de luna de miel a Sitges; y Maria y Jesus, se meten un par de rayas, se toman una pastilla y se van de diskoteka hasta horas afterhauinas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116428589500912872?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116428589500912872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116428589500912872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116428589500912872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116428589500912872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/kedan-dos-dias-pal-fin-del-mundo.html' title='Kedan dos dias pal fin del mundo!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116415273599709652</id><published>2006-11-21T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:46:03.273Z</updated><title type='text'>MOMIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/1600/974926/momix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6383/716/320/36763/momix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Bellisimo y onirico &lt;a href="http://www.mosespendleton.com"&gt;espektaculo&lt;/a&gt; de danza y akrobacia ke me ha llevado al mundo magiko durante dos horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116415273599709652?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116415273599709652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116415273599709652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116415273599709652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116415273599709652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/momix.html' title='MOMIX'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116264754155015882</id><published>2006-11-04T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:39:01.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/IMG_6395n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/IMG_6395n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116264754155015882?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116264754155015882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116264754155015882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264754155015882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264754155015882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116264743167450256</id><published>2006-11-04T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:37:11.676Z</updated><title type='text'>El Hada de Bosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/whitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/whitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reina de todas las brujas del bosque, atrae a la bondad, la abundancia y la fertilidad con los colores de sus zapatos y su sombrero. Símbolo del sol cuando en lugar de caminar vuela por la magia de sus zapatos y el brillo de su tocado.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, nadie la ha escuchado hablar ni cantar. Solo usa la voz para asustar a sus enemigos. Su voz, estridente y chillona como la de un pavo real aterroriza a quien la escucha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116264743167450256?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116264743167450256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116264743167450256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264743167450256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264743167450256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-hada-de-bosque.html' title='El Hada de Bosque'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116264726848144902</id><published>2006-11-04T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:34:28.496Z</updated><title type='text'>La Capitana Albion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/soldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha conquistado países enteros con su espada. Ha derrotado a los hombres más osados y aguerridos, pero jamás ha derramado una gota de sangre. Al agitar su espada se calman los ánimos más violentos porque todo lo inunda con su poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116264726848144902?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116264726848144902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116264726848144902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264726848144902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116264726848144902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-capitana-albion.html' title='La Capitana Albion'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116251101574929457</id><published>2006-11-02T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:47:33.760Z</updated><title type='text'>SuperLola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/ruffles.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/ruffles.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SuperLola tiene el poder de la Seduccion. Los hombres y las mujeres se enamoran de ella sin remedio. Pero ella no sabe que hacer con tanto amor y su cara esta triste, muy triste, porque rompe los corazones sin querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116251101574929457?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116251101574929457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116251101574929457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116251101574929457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116251101574929457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/11/superlola.html' title='SuperLola'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116242327909191145</id><published>2006-11-01T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:21:19.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Kaperucita Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/pink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/pink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caperucita Roja era una niña que en su paseo por el bosque se convierte en una mujer independiente, valiente, autosuficiente y sobre todo, consciente y satisfecha de su capacidad para el placer.&lt;br /&gt;El bosque en el que se adentra siendo niña lo abandona siendo una mujer, de ahí el significado original del rojo (menstruación)El vestido est forrado de rojo sangre. Caperucita roja ha sido seducida por el deseo (el lobo) y ha sucumbido a él. De esa “muerte” nace Kaperucita Rosa, una mujer entregada al placer sin perder la frescura y habiendo ganado la conciencia de ser mujer adulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Texto de la Pepa, &lt;a href="http://www.picsbygaz.com"&gt;Pics by Gaz&lt;/a&gt;, ropa pour moi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116242327909191145?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116242327909191145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116242327909191145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/hardon_28thoct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; A mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hardonclub.co.uk/homepage/homepage.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;akello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; me parecio un pelin jevi al principio, me daba hasta un poko de kosa separarme de la pared no siendo ke algun desaprensivo me lo metiera hasta el kodo, pero luego akabe komo la del chiste pensando: 'Ke fiesta tan aburrida, en kuanto enkuentre mis bragas me largo'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116219661152503266?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116219661152503266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116219661152503266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116219661152503266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116219661152503266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/durissssima.html' title='Durissssima!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116189207686615226</id><published>2006-10-26T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:49:11.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelanto pa L'Antonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/El%20Hada%20del%20bosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/El%20Hada%20del%20bosque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/La%20capitan%20Albion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/La%20capitan%20Albion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Kaperuzita%20Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/Kaperuzita%20Rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/SuperLola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/SuperLola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/La%20capitan%20Albion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/SuperLola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/SuperLola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/SuperLola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116189207686615226?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116189207686615226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116189207686615226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116189207686615226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116189207686615226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/adelanto-pa-lantonia.html' title='Adelanto pa L&apos;Antonia'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116137754628983959</id><published>2006-10-20T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:52:26.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy un envidioso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/envidia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/envidia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;envidia&lt;/span&gt; jamás tiene reposo y es alacrán que, con su picada, engorda la lengua de quien padece semejante lacra. Es el vicio menos susceptible de contarse. Cuenta el rumor que lo inventaron en España, donde arraigó -insisten- de por vida. La envidia vuelve enjutas las facciones y, bajo la húmeda umbría de su manto, cría hongos y venenosas sabandijas. ¡El envidioso llama a voces a la parca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A los envidiosos tambien nos gusta ser envidiados. Si admiras a mi novio tambien me admiras a mi porke es mio, eah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116137754628983959?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116137754628983959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116137754628983959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116137754628983959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116137754628983959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/soy-un-envidioso.html' title='Soy un envidioso.'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116086962369239716</id><published>2006-10-15T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:47:03.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London, Summer 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/DSC00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/DSC00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Super-Ciega, Super-Muda y Super-Sorda las super heroas dispuestas a salvar el mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116086962369239716?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116086962369239716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116086962369239716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116086962369239716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116086962369239716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/london-summer-2006.html' title='London, Summer 2006'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116048011580987712</id><published>2006-10-10T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:46:08.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces estoy ciega!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/lobocordero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/lobocordero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Isn't it weird? Both of us, exboyfriends, being friendly with each other and talking?" Me decia mientras bajaba la cabeza, la ladeaba y me miraba se soslayo con un aire de indefenso, desvalido y de pobrecito de mi! Chika no me habia dado kuenta de ke me veia komo su enemigo-kontrinkante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116048011580987712?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116048011580987712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116048011580987712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116048011580987712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116048011580987712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/veces-estoy-ciega.html' title='A veces estoy ciega!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116034272289128887</id><published>2006-10-08T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:25:22.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una declaracion de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/camello%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/camello%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi kamello me tiro los tejos este finde (menudo finde...!!!) y yo me hice el loko, no keriendo entender lo ke me keria decir, aunke lo dejo bastante klaro:" There were times when I saw you dancing and bang! hard on galore!!" Por el prejuicio de enrrollarme con un kamello y porke no kiero joderla y ke se niegue a venderme en el futuro. Hay veces ke no puedo konmigo mismo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116034272289128887?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116034272289128887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116034272289128887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116034272289128887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116034272289128887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/una-declaracion-de-amor.html' title='Una declaracion de amor'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-116000731272540626</id><published>2006-10-05T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:15:12.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay uno ke me ronda en el gimnasio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/16-ventana-ronda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/16-ventana-ronda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La verguenza es la falta de apoyo y de karinyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-116000731272540626?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/116000731272540626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=116000731272540626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116000731272540626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/116000731272540626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/10/hay-uno-ke-me-ronda-en-el-gimnasio.html' title='Hay uno ke me ronda en el gimnasio...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115809803410433493</id><published>2006-09-12T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:53:54.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dali y Gala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/picasso%20gala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/picasso%20gala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La foto las vakaciones en la Esamprovans marriage party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115809803410433493?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115809803410433493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115809803410433493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115809803410433493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115809803410433493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/09/dali-y-gala.html' title='Dali y Gala'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115676457094063023</id><published>2006-08-28T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:32:29.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Balenciaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/balenciaga.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/balenciaga.png"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/balenciaga.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Un bon couturier doit ^etre: architecte pour les plans, sculpteur pour la forme, peintre pour la couleur, musicien pour l'harmonie  et philosophe pour la mesure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115676457094063023?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115676457094063023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115676457094063023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115676457094063023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115676457094063023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/08/monsieur-balenciaga.html' title='Monsieur Balenciaga'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115459456119836472</id><published>2006-08-03T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:43:43.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autoenganyo o enanyadas pero kontentas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/womens_size_chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/womens_size_chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algunas son del genero tonto. Hay clientas ke vienen a la tienda, se prueban un vestido una talla mas pekenya, al ver ke no les entra, se le ofrece una talla mayor y se niegan a probarselo aludiendo ke ellas solo se ponen ropa de la talla pekenya. Asi ke hoy me voy a dedikar a cambiar por una talla menor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; todo lo ke hay en la tienda. Te kagas tia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115459456119836472?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115459456119836472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115459456119836472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115459456119836472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115459456119836472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/08/autoenganyo-o-enanyadas-pero-kontentas.html' title='Autoenganyo o enanyadas pero kontentas'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115451525916910979</id><published>2006-08-02T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:40:59.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Koktel de Autumn/Winter 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/GIF_image_Dallas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/GIF_image_Dallas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/80s_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/80s_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/beckfish_big_masai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/beckfish_big_masai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/reginasuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/reginasuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/li_inf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/li_inf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/2001.177a,bphoto.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/2001.177a%2Cbphoto.L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/masai2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/masai2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/dynasty546x20_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/dynasty546x20_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponga en la koktelera&lt;br /&gt;2 medidas de Dallas y Dynasty&lt;br /&gt;3 medidas de los 80&lt;br /&gt;1 medida de Dinka&lt;br /&gt;1 medida de Masai&lt;br /&gt;1.5 medida de Velazquez&lt;br /&gt;1 medida de Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyadir una botella de chardonnay bien freskita, una pizka de kurry, agitar bien y servir en kopa ancha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115451525916910979?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115451525916910979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115451525916910979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115451525916910979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115451525916910979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/08/koktel-de-autumnwinter-07.html' title='Koktel de Autumn/Winter 07'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115420675679496642</id><published>2006-07-29T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:59:16.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A la Imelda Markos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/jeffery%20west%20shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/jeffery%20west%20shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy, en la hora del lunch, me kompre un par de zapatos, detras de los ke andaba desde hacia siglos,me los probe a toda prisa para komprobar ke eran de mi numero y los olvide en la bolsa hasta ke he llegado a kasa. Me los akabo de poner y por poko me korro de lo ke me gustan puestos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115420675679496642?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115420675679496642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115420675679496642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115420675679496642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115420675679496642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-imelda-markos.html' title='A la Imelda Markos'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115374522404978894</id><published>2006-07-24T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:47:04.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/regina%20spektor%20us.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/regina%20spektor%20us.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi musika de esta semana. Me enkanta el video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pKujuTgtL0&amp;search=regina%20spektor%20us"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pKujuTgtL0&amp;amp;search=regina%20spektor%20us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They made a statue of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it put it on a mountain top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now tourists come and stare at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blow bubbles with their gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take photographs for fun, for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll name a city after us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And later say it's all our fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then they'll give us a talking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then they'll give us a talking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because they've got years of experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rummaging for answers in the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We wear our scarves just like a noose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But not 'cause we want eternal sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And though our parts are slightly used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;New ones are slave labor you can keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rummaging for answers in the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They made a statue of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They made a statue of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tourists come and stare at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sculptor's mama sends regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They made a statue of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They made a statue of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our noses have begun to rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rummaging for answers in the pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Were living in a den of thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115374522404978894?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115374522404978894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115374522404978894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115374522404978894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115374522404978894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/regina-spektor.html' title='Regina Spektor'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115359608844503958</id><published>2006-07-22T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:24:25.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with their heads!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Alice-queen-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Alice-queen-hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerido Nikolas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tienes la sorprendente habilidad de no dejar titere kon kabeza y me kansa. Lo primero ke ves en los demas es lo negativo, y no solo lo ves sino ke ademas te produce repulsion y asko ke ademas expresas kon tal vehemencia ke parece te fuera la vida en ello. Lo mas kurioso es ke ni siquiera konoces a tus viktimas, ke son anonimas. "ginger stroke auburn guy nxt 2 me in the park. Voy a vomitar!" y me pregunto yo, ke demonios te ha hecho el pelirrojin ke tienes a lado y kon el ke ni siquiera has hablado y no no vas a cruzar palabra? Te komento ke me sorprende, ke me molesta tu falta de compasion, o empatia hacia los demas, tu desamor y tu haces oidos sordos y no kieres entender lo ke te estoy diciendo. Ayer pensaba, mientas fumaba un cigarro y te veia bailando, disfrutando komo un ninyo pekenyo, al otro lado de la pista ke hay veces, kada vez mas ultimamente , no me apetece verte. Tanta negatividad no me viene bien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te digo todo esto porke me veo reflejado en tus acciones y tu comportamiento, tu desamor ha sido mi desamor. Yo he estado ahi, y no es nada agradable, porke kada komentario lleno de veneno, en el fondo no estaba digido a los demas sino ke eran dardos lanzados a mi korazon kon precision milimetrika...diana! Ahora ya no tanto, kizas sea porke a lo mejor me kiero un pokito mas, soy menos duro kon mis defektos, me doy kuenta de ke soy humano e imperfekto, ke nunka alkanzare la perfekcion y por lo tanto estoy en el mismo barko kon el resto de los ke me rodean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;En fin...ka uno ka llave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115359608844503958?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115359608844503958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115359608844503958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115359608844503958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115359608844503958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-with-their-heads.html' title='Off with their heads!!!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115219551303147971</id><published>2006-07-06T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:18:33.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty...la fea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/181562218_141b4ade8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/181562218_141b4ade8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me enkanto la pankarta del finde pasao. Tenemos un Papa travesti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115219551303147971?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115219551303147971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115219551303147971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115219551303147971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115219551303147971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/bettyla-fea.html' title='Betty...la fea'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115199918862240654</id><published>2006-07-04T08:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:46:28.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auf wiedersehen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Auf%20Wiedersehen%20153-0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Auf%20Wiedersehen%20153-0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Sean, our unfinished business remains unfinsihed and I am afraid it will remain unfinished  forever. Si las segundas partes son malas, no me kiero imaginar komo serian las terceras. Y si tu eres "sorry" por todo, y te sientes obligado a diskulparte por todo, inkluso aun por respirar, yo no. Komo dice mi Pepa, no puedo kon tu alma tio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115199918862240654?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115199918862240654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115199918862240654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115199918862240654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115199918862240654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/auf-wiedersehen.html' title='Auf wiedersehen!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115192060243309995</id><published>2006-07-03T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:56:42.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puritita koincidencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/madladnik139qgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/madladnik139qgg.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: Hi doll! did your Indian lover have a big cock and was a wonderful kisser? What was his gaydar profile? Love, Manx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;N: Lol. Yes.madlad.Am ok, too much mdma last nite, but will tell all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: Ooops! I have just had the best sex of the month with him! FUCKING HOT GUY, he knows what to do in bed,mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo no me di kuenta de kien era hasta ke empezamos a intimar y me empezo a hablar se si mismo, en ese momento todas las piezas del puzle empezaron a coincidir a la perfekcion, aun asi le hice pegunta kon trampa: ke signo del zodiako eres? Adivinalo! Dijo el, inocentemente dije yo : Akuario.El afirmo y yo sonrei! BINGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115192060243309995?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115192060243309995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115192060243309995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115192060243309995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115192060243309995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/puritita-koincidencia.html' title='Puritita koincidencia'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115191601210334577</id><published>2006-07-03T09:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:32:41.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La lucidez de las drogas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/medal21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/medal21.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Siento ke en este momento estoy donde kiero estar, tengo la sensacion de haber conseguido algo. Me voy a relajar y a disfrutarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115191601210334577?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115191601210334577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115191601210334577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115191601210334577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115191601210334577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-lucidez-de-las-drogas.html' title='La lucidez de las drogas'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115144843642092603</id><published>2006-06-27T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:47:16.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>StuartDestrozakorazones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/exboyfriend_93052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/exboyfriend_93052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fijate tu, y yo ke pensaba ke ya tenia novio...Despues de follar dos veces, kon mucha pasion, eso si  y de pedirme a kambio de cenar conmigo ke le prometiera ke nos volveriamos a ver. Despues de pedirme ke la proxima vez ke nos vieramos le gustaria ke pasaramos la noche juntos. Ahora ni sikiera me manda un mensaje pos-fin de semana y ni me koje el telefono! Habrase visto, kon lo enamorada y entusiasmada ke estaba yo. En fin, al menos kada vez llevo mejor esto del rechazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115144843642092603?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115144843642092603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115144843642092603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115144843642092603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115144843642092603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuartdestrozakorazones.html' title='StuartDestrozakorazones!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115087864555687751</id><published>2006-06-21T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:30:45.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La maldicion del gitano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/200/Amparo%20y%20Max%20June%2006%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; ...ke te entren los albanyles en kasa! Y aki los voy a tener durante 5 semanas. (Los dos grupos de los dos primeros dias estaban buenisimos, Amparo es testiga de vista, mucho eye-candy... la verdad es ke ultimamente estoy supersalidissima y todos los tios me valen, yo ya me habia montao una peli (porno) en la kabeza en la ke me montaba un gang bang kon todos ellos, mmmm!). Al mismo tiempo estoy superestresadisssima teniendo ke vivir en el desorden de mi desorden. Anoche tuve ke dormir entre libros y bolsas ke estaban en la kama porke ya no habia espacio en el suelo. Lo positivo de todo esto es ke voy a tener una cocina y un banyo nuevos y al mismo tiempo tendre ke pintar, ordenar y tirar kosas, ke hace mucho tiempo ke no hago y siempre me viene bien para sentirme mas ligera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115087864555687751?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115087864555687751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115087864555687751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115087864555687751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115087864555687751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-maldicion-del-gitano.html' title='La maldicion del gitano...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115053847060889598</id><published>2006-06-17T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:28:51.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Self harm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/joelpeterwitkin6av.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/joelpeterwitkin6av.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Al poko de dejarlo kon Pablito, aun hoy en dia me kuesta aceptar ke no me dejo, sino ke hacia tiempo ke nos habiamos dejado el uno al otro y ke se habia akabado el amor, aunke me resistia a verlo, yo keria salir de marcha al Fiktion a toda kosta porke la Pepa habia venido a verme y porke el hecho de ke Pablito iba a estar el mismo sitio no iba a impedir ke fuera donde ya tenia planeado. Keria dejarle ver ke me importaba un rabano ke el estuviera kon su nuevo novio y yo podia estar supercool en el mismo espacio. La Pepa al eskuchar mi airado y soberbio planteamiento dijo ke ella no venia, ke no keria ver komo yo me exponia al dolor de manera innecesaria. Muy a pesar mio, no fuimos y me kede en kasa rabioso. Ahora me doy kuenta ke esa aktitud mia era debida a mi desamor hacia mi mismo, a mi deseo de exponerme al dolor sin necesidad komo he hecho siempre. Me alegro ke esa fuera la primera vez ke empece a aprender a protegerme y no ha sido la ultima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115053847060889598?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115053847060889598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115053847060889598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115053847060889598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115053847060889598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/self-harm.html' title='Self harm'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115028151093196431</id><published>2006-06-14T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:40:25.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Charca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/pl_ima_proserpina_presa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/pl_ima_proserpina_presa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer, en la piscina, tuve una regresion. No habia nadie en mi kalle, estaba haciendo los ultimos largos kuando cerre los ojos y de repente me di kuenta de ke tenia tres o kuatro anyos, era verano y estaba en la charka kon mi padre. Me estaba ensenyando a nadar. Rekuerdo ke no estabamos lejos de la orilla, el agua le kubria por la cintura, a mi probablemente por el kuello, el llevaba un banyador granate kon un cinturon blanko, super retro, yo uno de florecitas marrones kon una banda marron en la cintura y kon kordon blanko. Olia a eukaliptus y en la orilla habia arena gorda de granito triturado. Mi padre estaba de pie y yo horizontal en el agua, el, me sostenia kon una mano en mi barriga para ke no me hundiera y me decia, ke nadase, ke moviese los pies y los brazos komo me habia dicho antes. Yo, konfiado hacia segun me decia y kuando veia ke mis movimientos eran coordinados retiraba la mano y me dejaba nadar solo hasta ke yo me daba kuenta de ke su mano no me sostenia mas, me ponia nervioso y me hundia, hasta ke el inmediatamente volvia a reskatarme. Ayer volvi a revivir esos momentos kon tanta intensidad ke me hundi y por poko me ahogo, tuve ke parar a koger aire y a kalmar mi respiracion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115028151093196431?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115028151093196431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115028151093196431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115028151093196431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115028151093196431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-charca.html' title='La Charca'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-115020051946762624</id><published>2006-06-13T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:08:39.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!Tu vales mucho nena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/scherzo_folie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/scherzo_folie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Te voy a regalar unas gafas de cerka para ke te puedas mirar hacia dentro y veas lo ke vales. Voy a ver si hacen deskuento por komprar dos y me agencio otras pa mi, ke a veces lo veo todo muy oskuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-115020051946762624?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/115020051946762624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=115020051946762624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115020051946762624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/115020051946762624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/tu-vales-mucho-nena.html' title='!Tu vales mucho nena!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114996249351096952</id><published>2006-06-10T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:01:33.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkish Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/nazan_oncel__yan_yana_fotog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/nazan_oncel__yan_yana_fotog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta senyorita me vuelve loko , ultimamente es lo uniko ke eskucho, voy a rallar el CD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nazanoncel.net"&gt;www.nazanoncel.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114996249351096952?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114996249351096952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114996249351096952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114996249351096952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114996249351096952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/turkish-delight.html' title='Turkish Delight'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114976712102712370</id><published>2006-06-08T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:45:21.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantenga la distancia de seguridad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/ava%20toros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/ava%20toros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Yo, komo Ava Gardner prefiero ver los toros desde la barrera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114976712102712370?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114976712102712370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114976712102712370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114976712102712370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114976712102712370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/mantenga-la-distancia-de-seguridad.html' title='Mantenga la distancia de seguridad'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114967174498637253</id><published>2006-06-07T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:15:45.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos a irnos ya ke esta gente tendra ke akostarse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/moho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/moho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La proyección consiste en sacar algo propio al entorno; por ejemplo, un diseñador de interiores "proyecta" su imaginación en la casa desamueblada y sin decorar y es capaz de "verla" con sus proyecciones. La proyección patológica supondría no ser consciente de esta proyección y no reconocerla como propia. Cuando le decimos a alguien "tienes sueño" generalmente somos nosotros los que tenemos sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114967174498637253?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114967174498637253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114967174498637253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114967174498637253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114967174498637253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/vamos-irnos-ya-ke-esta-gente-tendra-ke.html' title='Vamos a irnos ya ke esta gente tendra ke akostarse...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114942061781423977</id><published>2006-06-04T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:05:04.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers from last nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/lastnite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/lastnite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Odio esperar en los bares, yo aki sola kon mi pinta.X 22:18&lt;br /&gt;Pepa: Y que pinta llevas?&lt;br /&gt;Karola: De marinerito tipo Querelle, pero con zapas rosas, menos mal ke la tesnologia me da companya,X 22:21&lt;br /&gt;Pepa: A ver si te coge Franco Nero y te atiza un pollazo!&lt;br /&gt;karola: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pues no me importaria nada, se lo agradeceria, mmmm ke riko! 22:24&lt;br /&gt;Pepa: Always ready for a fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Karola:Indeed! Kuanta marika junta, Kaz Bar Clapham! X 22:29&lt;br /&gt;Pepa:Sera la fiebre o que estoy enganchao al libro pero pienso en bar y me muero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Tia ke me voy de clubbing! 22:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Juicy! 01:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Komo dice esa kancion de Alaska, aki estoy viendo la vida pasas...naino...naino... 01:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fraser: I have just left...fancy sex? 01:56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fraser: shame phone was off, :-( . 03:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a missed call: This person called at 3:17 but left no message: Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fraser: Hello! its Fraser...where are you? 03:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a missed call: this person called at 3:32 but left no message: Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fraser: Ok that's my last try!Had to be up at a decent time as well, so probably for the best X 03:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a missed call: This person called at 3:50 but left no message: Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fraser: Did you pull? 04:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a missed call: this person called at 4:16 but left no message: Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Going to bed, good nite everybody!It was fun. 4:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arjen: Dodgy pills.we're sick and we had to go home x. 04:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karola: Well, they worked for me, almost at home, sleep well u 2. 04:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pepa: no sabes cuanto cuesta aceptar que no volveras 10:08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114942061781423977?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114942061781423977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114942061781423977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114942061781423977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114942061781423977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/06/leftovers-from-last-nite.html' title='Leftovers from last nite'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114846851838663553</id><published>2006-05-24T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:01:58.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase una vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/dulac_fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/dulac_fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The world's shortest fairy tale...Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy "Will you marry me?" The guy said, "No" and the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing,drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny and farted whenever she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114846851838663553?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114846851838663553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114846851838663553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114846851838663553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114846851838663553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/erase-una-vez.html' title='Erase una vez...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114761043460036162</id><published>2006-05-14T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T13:41:41.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una clave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/clave-sol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/clave-sol.gif" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer fui donde el Niko, tomamos una cerveza, charlamos y me dio un pista para entender de donde viene mi desamor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114761043460036162?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114761043460036162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114761043460036162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114761043460036162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114761043460036162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/una-clave.html' title='Una clave'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114734068045552677</id><published>2006-05-11T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:00:08.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciklaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/blackorangecordmont.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/blackorangecordmont.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;El Susi y Yoshiko me regalaron hace tiempo un bolso ke kompraron en Tokio, super-marika-tia! (yo no se la imagen ke algunos tienen de mi) y komo no me lo iba a poner, decidi hacerme un vestido, ke por lo menos se ke le voy a dar mas uso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114734068045552677?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114734068045552677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114734068045552677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114734068045552677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114734068045552677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/reciklaje.html' title='Reciklaje'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114696177567331675</id><published>2006-05-07T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:09:29.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sultan's elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/rosie_kv3_440x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/rosie_kv3_440x330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No se si estoy tonta, loka o borracha, pero hoy he visto un &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/london/content/image_galleries/sultans_elephant_daythree_gallery.shtml"&gt;elefante&lt;/a&gt; de 12 metros por el centro de Londres??? Y te juro ke no me habia metido nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114696177567331675?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114696177567331675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114696177567331675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114696177567331675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114696177567331675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/sultans-elephant.html' title='The Sultan&apos;s elephant'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114661354967341091</id><published>2006-05-03T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:47:19.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay hermanas de sangre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/albert%20rocarols.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/albert%20rocarols.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...y tambien de Avecrem, komo la Pepa y yo, porke estamos en to los kaldos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114661354967341091?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114661354967341091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114661354967341091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114661354967341091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114661354967341091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/hay-hermanas-de-sangre.html' title='Hay hermanas de sangre...'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114657315237836803</id><published>2006-05-02T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:37:49.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Cuca%20Londres%20Mayo%2006%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Cuca%20Londres%20Mayo%2006%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Celie’s Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh woh ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm uhm ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm uhm ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've been on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Sister, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're two of a kind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm keepin' my eyes on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I betcha think I don't know nothin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but singin' the blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh sister, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have I got news for you, I'm somethin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you think that you're somethin' too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Scufflin',I been up that lonesome road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I seen a lot of suns goin' down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, but trust me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no low life's gonna run me around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let me tell you somethin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No twister, gonna steal your stuff away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sho' ain't got a whole lot of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So shake your shimmy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause honey the 'shug is feelin' fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quincey Jones. The colour Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114657315237836803?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114657315237836803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114657315237836803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114657315237836803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114657315237836803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/05/sister.html' title='Sister'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114630353511843358</id><published>2006-04-29T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:47:07.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!Ni kome, ni deja komer!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/thedoginthemanger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/thedoginthemanger.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;El perro del hortelano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One afternoon, a dog found his way into the shed of some Oxen. “Here’s a manger full of straw where I can take a cosy nap!” he declared, and curled up to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Soon an Ox returned to eat of the hay and woke up the Dog. Annoyed at being disturbed, the Dog started barking loudly. As more of the Oxen entered the shed, he snapped his teeth and growled. He then barked even louder when they came forward to get at the straw.&lt;br /&gt;The Oxen moved away in disgust. "What a selfish Dog!" said one of them to his companions. “He cannot eat the hay himself and yet refuses to allow those who can to eat!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral:People often grudge others what they cannot have themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pepa ke razon tenias... luego te kuento! De todas maneras a mi kerido amigo ya se le paso la fecha de kaducidad en lo ke a mi respekta, ya no hay manera de komerselo y me parece ke el no se ha dado kuenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114630353511843358?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114630353511843358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114630353511843358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114630353511843358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114630353511843358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/ni-kome-ni-deja-komer.html' title='!!!!Ni kome, ni deja komer!!!!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114621616323309739</id><published>2006-04-28T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:22:43.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La arrogancia produce ceguera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Arrogancia-ceguera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Arrogancia-ceguera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARROGANCE&lt;/span&gt;: n : overbearing pride evidenced by a superior manner toward inferiors [syn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dict.die.net/haughtiness/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;haughtiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dict.die.net/highhandedness/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;highhandedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dict.die.net/lordliness/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lordliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;] &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrogance&lt;/span&gt; \Ar"ro*gance\, n. [F., fr. L. arrogantia, fr.arrogans. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dict.die.net/arrogant/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;The act or habit of arrogating, or making undue claims in an overbearing manner; that species of pride which consists in exorbitant claims of rank, dignity, estimation, or power, or which exalts the worth or importance of the person to an undue degree; proud contempt of others; lordliness;haughtiness; self-assumption; presumption.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not you for her proud arrogance. Syn: Haughtiness; hauteur; assumption; lordliness; presumption; pride; disdain; insolence; conceit;conceitedness. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dict.die.net/haughtiness/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haughtiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrogancia&lt;/span&gt; f. Altanería, soberbia o sentimiento de superioridad ante los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114621616323309739?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114621616323309739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114621616323309739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114621616323309739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114621616323309739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-arrogancia-produce-ceguera.html' title='La arrogancia produce ceguera'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114595919584909562</id><published>2006-04-25T10:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:59:55.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor de Walt Disney no existe, verdad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Mickey_N_Minie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Mickey_N_Minie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer me dijo Nikolas, ke estaba sorprendido de ver lo estrecho de miras ke soy al decir ke ahora soy consciente de ke kuando tenga un novio nuevo (si lo encuentro o aparece) no voy a pedirle mas de lo ke me pueda dar y ke soy consciente de ke habra parcelas de mi vida ke el no podra o no sabra rellenarme y tendre ke buskar ke o kien lo haga fuera de la relacion de pareja, komo yo no sabre o no podre hacer lo mismo kon el. Segun Nikolas, kon esta aktitud ke yo konsidero realista, soy pesimista puesto ke me resigno a no enkontrar a alguien ke me satisfaga todos los aspektos de mi vida. Alguien da mas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114595919584909562?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114595919584909562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114595919584909562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114595919584909562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114595919584909562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/el-amor-de-walt-disney-no-existe.html' title='El amor de Walt Disney no existe, verdad?'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114587884935788367</id><published>2006-04-24T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:49:12.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!Va por nosotras, Pepa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Rocio%20y%20Lola%20Flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Rocio%20y%20Lola%20Flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEJANDONOS LA PIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Letra: José Luis Perales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De primavera tengo, la sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;y me convierto en fuego si me acarician,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me rompo en mil pedazos cuando me aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;y derramo mis penas por sevillanas.&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos son palomas, cuando vuelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mis ojos zarzamora cuando esperan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He toreado al toro de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;y he cantado una nana por bulerias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hemos amado, dejandonos el alma en un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hemos luchado, dejandonos la piel en el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hemos llorado, un adios con sabor a despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y hemos probado el sabor agridulce de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;De noche negra tengo, la mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;y se me queja el alma cuando me hieren,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Si alguien me pregunta por lo que amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;le respondo que amo vivir la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mi acento es el acento, de mi gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi voz está impregnada de Andalucía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y si alguien me pregunta por lo que añoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;le respondo que todo lo que tenía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114587884935788367?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114587884935788367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114587884935788367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114587884935788367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114587884935788367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/va-por-nosotras-pepa.html' title='!Va por nosotras, Pepa!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114544552801882883</id><published>2006-04-19T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:18:48.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A la okasion la pintan kalva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/papa%20y%20yo%2024.06.71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/papa%20y%20yo%2024.06.71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por la manyana, en la kocina. El, preparandose su desayuno, yo, akabando de desayunar. Al levantarme para poner mi taza en el fregadero nuestras miradas se kruzaron y nos kedamos mirandonos unos segundos. El me pregunto: "ke estas pensando?" (yo pense: "Esta segunda oportunidad, parece de guion de pelikula, no puedo desperdiciarla, ayer tuve otra kuando le akompanye del brazo todo el kamino a kasa desde la plaza y no tuve el valor suficiente para decirselo") Manteniendole la mirada le dije: Estoy pensando en decite ke te kiero mucho, papa y nunka te lo he dicho. El, sonrio: "Eso ya lo se, y yo tambien te kiero mucho a ti". " Yo tambien lo se, pero hay veces en las ke uno tiene ke decir lo ke siente". Nos abrazamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114544552801882883?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114544552801882883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114544552801882883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114544552801882883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114544552801882883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-okasion-la-pintan-kalva.html' title='A la okasion la pintan kalva'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114521043050172362</id><published>2006-04-16T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:00:30.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZ Paff la mata bien muertas!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.officedepot.com/pictures/SK/MD/465170_sk_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://www.officedepot.com/pictures/SK/MD/465170_sk_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerido Nikolas,&lt;br /&gt;me akabas de matar todas la mariposas ke tenia en el estomago. Se konvirtieron en polillas y akto seguido en polvo, con ese chiko del ke te has enamorado en Barcelona. Me has echao el bote entero tio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114521043050172362?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114521043050172362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114521043050172362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114521043050172362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114521043050172362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/zz-paff-la-mata-bien-muertas.html' title='ZZ Paff la mata bien muertas!!!!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114495799109111295</id><published>2006-04-13T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:21:12.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No me acerkes el ZZ ke esta sensacion me gusta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/mariposas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel butterflies in my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114495799109111295?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114495799109111295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114495799109111295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114495799109111295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114495799109111295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-me-acerkes-el-zz-ke-esta-sensacion.html' title='No me acerkes el ZZ ke esta sensacion me gusta!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114435265898136548</id><published>2006-04-06T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:44:19.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!Siento celos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Xjapan-Jealousy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Xjapan-Jealousy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Los celos sanos consisten en una preocupación por la posible pérdida de una persona amada o malestar por la relación real o imaginada que esa persona tiene con alguien más. Quienes sienten este tipo de celos prefieren que sus parejas permanezcan con ellos y no desean que tengan una relación demasiado íntima con nadie más. Esto a veces causa algunos problemas en la pareja pero no son demasiado serios ni producen un malestar intenso a ninguno de los miembros de la pareja&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer fui a buskar al Nikolas, para ir al cine. De kamino a la parada del autobus me empezo a kontar ke la noche anterior al volver a su kasa, habia ligado kon uno al bajarse de autobus, se lo llevo a kasa y follaron. Al eskuchar esto tuve una sensacion de malestar ke me kambio el humor. Sake las unyas y me puse a la defensiva. Al volver del cine, pasamos por delante del trabajo de su antiguo novio y me empezo a kontar ke le habia llamado para verle pero el otro le habia dicho ke no era bueno ke se vieran (han cortado hace relativamente poko tiempo) y otra vez ese golpe seko. Me di kuenta de ke lo ke estaba sintiendo eran celos, no se si sanos o no, y yo ke pensaba ke no era celosa, pues toma dos tazas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114435265898136548?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114435265898136548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114435265898136548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114435265898136548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114435265898136548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/siento-celos.html' title='!Siento celos!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114435140418275875</id><published>2006-04-06T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:23:24.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat on a hot tin roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/cat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/cat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Margaret: What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?- I wish I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brick: I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. You keep forgetting the conditions on which I agreed to stay on living with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Margaret: I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114435140418275875?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114435140418275875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114435140418275875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114435140418275875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114435140418275875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat-on-hot-tin-roof.html' title='Cat on a hot tin roof'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114430737277558054</id><published>2006-04-06T07:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:12:53.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kual me pongo hoy, kari?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/Masks.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/Masks.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gracias a la moda, nunca habiamos sido tan personas, del latin "persona", ke signifika a la vez persona y maskara."Sua cuique persona": "a kada uno su maskara" o "a kada uno segun su personalidad", komo proklamaba un kuadro de Ghirlandaio. Ahora, kada uno puede eskoger una identidad, kambiar de rostro o de kuerpo para tener por fin el ke se merece. La moda responde a esta grave preokupacion de manera agradable: Satisface al ninyo jugueton ke hay en nosotros. Por primera vez, la frivolidad interviene en el proceso de construkcion de la identidad" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guillaume Erner, Viktimas de la moda. Komo se krea, por ke la seguimos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114430737277558054?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114430737277558054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114430737277558054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114430737277558054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114430737277558054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/04/kual-me-pongo-hoy-kari.html' title='Kual me pongo hoy, kari?'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114358714887382461</id><published>2006-03-28T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:05:03.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedid y se os koncedera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/magiclamp800.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/magiclamp800.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pepa ayer me rekordo ke yo habia pedido un kompanyero de piso:" El a lo suyo y yo a lo mio y a ser posible mudo" y eso es lo ke tengo. Y me eskuche a mi mismo kejandome de eso mismo ke yo habia deseado. Tengo ke tener kuidao kon lo ke pido, ke muchas veces se konvierte en realidad, y no siempre es deseable. A veces lo ke en un primer momento parece una buen idea a la larga no lo es tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114358714887382461?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114358714887382461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114358714887382461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114358714887382461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114358714887382461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/pedid-y-se-os-koncedera.html' title='Pedid y se os koncedera'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114298818981829928</id><published>2006-03-22T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:43:09.836Z</updated><title type='text'>!ke viene la primavera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/cactus1%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/cactus1%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primer intento, muy primitivo, de estampado por ordenador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114298818981829928?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114298818981829928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114298818981829928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114298818981829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114298818981829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/ke-viene-la-primavera.html' title='!ke viene la primavera!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114294236033391088</id><published>2006-03-21T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:59:20.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/beaton-berenson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/beaton-berenson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(From left) Cecil Beaton’s mother and Marisa Berenson. Photo by Sotheby’s, taken from the book People and Pearls by Ki Hackney and Diana Edkins, HarperCollins Publishers, New York 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the common place, the slaves of the ordinary." Cecil Beaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114294236033391088?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114294236033391088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114294236033391088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114294236033391088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114294236033391088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/be.html' title='Be!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114288007132564205</id><published>2006-03-20T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:41:11.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Superproyekciones Karola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La proyección es un mecanismo que tiende a desposeernos de aquellas partes de nosotros mismos que no queremos reconocer como nuestras. Consiste en atribuir a otro alguna actitud, rasgo, sentimiento o conducta que nos pertenece a nosotros mismos.( Nurieta Gonzalez Sebastia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consiste en transferir lo que uno siente o piensa, pero que por diversos motivos (sobre todo por acción de los introyectos "no debes") no puede aceptar en sí mismo, a los demás: "Odiar es malo", dice la madre; el niño odia a su padre, pero como "no se debe odiar" se enajena de ese sentimiento y le echa la pelota al padre temido y amenazante: "Tú me odias, tú eres el malo". Su frase característica es "Por tú culpa".(F. Perls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114288007132564205?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114288007132564205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114288007132564205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114288007132564205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114288007132564205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/superproyekciones-karola.html' title='Superproyekciones Karola'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114285102812680482</id><published>2006-03-20T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:38:18.226Z</updated><title type='text'>!Baila hermanita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0000026DG/002-0218995-4491253?v=glance&amp;amp;n=5174"&gt;Dance Little Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get up'outta' your rockin' chair grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or rather would you care to dance grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! Give up to the ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's haunting you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shout it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let it stay inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And eat you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you want to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This side of the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can assure you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;From all you've left behind&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to)Dance little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang on till tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna hear you're late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang on till tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up your stay&lt;br /&gt;Say now share the weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And lay your cross down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let the long reaching arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of hope bring you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It ain't easy but giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the easy thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time is on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you just watch the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let it tick for you&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to)Dance little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang on till tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna hear you're late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang on till tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up your stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Terence Trent D'Arby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114285102812680482?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114285102812680482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114285102812680482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114285102812680482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114285102812680482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/baila-hermanita.html' title='!Baila hermanita!'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114233583995018388</id><published>2006-03-14T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:30:39.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Amado mio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/rita_hayworth_gilda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/rita_hayworth_gilda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicoutfitter.com/store/item/751937106623.html"&gt;Amado Mio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amado Mio Amado mio, love me forerver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let forever begin tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amado mio, when we're here together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in a dreamworld of sweet delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many times I whispered, amado mio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just a phrase that I heard and play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was acting a part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But now when I whisper, amado mio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't you tell I care by the feel in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause it comes from my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you ever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanting to hold you, and hold you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amado mio, love me for ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And let forever begin tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114233583995018388?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114233583995018388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114233583995018388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114233583995018388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114233583995018388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/amado-mio.html' title='Amado mio'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687808.post-114233359963716210</id><published>2006-03-14T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:53:19.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Y no le falta razon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é como a gota&lt;br /&gt;De orvalho numa pétala de flor&lt;br /&gt;Brilha tranquila&lt;br /&gt;Depois de leve oscila&lt;br /&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade do pobre parece&lt;br /&gt;A grande ilusão do carnaval&lt;br /&gt;A gente trabalha o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento de sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;De rei ou de pirata ou jardineira&lt;br /&gt;Pra tudo se acabar na quarta feira&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Voa tão leve&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade está sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos da minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;É como esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Passando, passando&lt;br /&gt;Em busca da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Falem baixo, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ela acorde alegre como o dia&lt;br /&gt;Oferecendo beijos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes - Antonio Carlos Jobim / João Gilberto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114233359963716210?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114233359963716210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114233359963716210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114233359963716210'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6383/716/320/alice-rabbit-tennile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A veces pienso ke me gustaria enamorarme de ti.&lt;br /&gt;-Pero eso nunka va a pasar, verdad?&lt;br /&gt;-Si, claro, pero seria bonito.&lt;br /&gt;-Bueno siempre podemos hacer una peli o una kancion.&lt;br /&gt;-Kon ke argumento?&lt;br /&gt;-Pues hombre, la historia de dos amantes ke se ven una vez al mes durante cuarenta minutos...&lt;br /&gt;-No esta mal. Y si fuera una kancion, ke tipo de musika le pondrias?&lt;br /&gt;-Jazzy.&lt;br /&gt;- Titulo?&lt;br /&gt;-Amor de cuarenta minutos.&lt;br /&gt;-Mejor en ingles, no?&lt;br /&gt;Si, suena mejor para el jazz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687808-114218773418139481?l=holakarola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/feeds/114218773418139481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687808&amp;postID=114218773418139481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114218773418139481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687808/posts/default/114218773418139481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holakarola.blogspot.com/2006/03/forty-minutes-love.html' title='Forty minutes love'/><author><name>Karola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14230637072865982296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
