<?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-2364645851960335344</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:26:32.697-03:00</updated><category term='presión'/><category term='profesoras'/><category term='notas'/><category term='calificaciones'/><title type='text'>The Other Side of Lis Wickham</title><subtitle type='html'>Llegó la hora de dejarlo al descubierto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5683486305414211398</id><published>2009-10-21T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:02:16.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de Vanguardia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIN CORREGIR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Mujer, mujer que no encuentra el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;sendero ondulante, oscilando de un lado a otro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Almendras de luz buscan el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;rozan cada roca, cada hierba húmeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Mujer, mujer con lazos de seda dorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;cayendo en los suelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;contagiándose de tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Tierra de antaño, esperando sus pisadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Pisadas cálidas como su alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;envenenada de pasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;desbordada de locura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;expectante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;El alma de una mujer enamorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CORREGIDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Mujer, mujer que no encuentra el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;sendero ondulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;oscilante serpentea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Almendras de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;que buscan en cada roca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;en cada hierba húmeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Mujer, mujer de lazos de seda dorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;rozando los suelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;contagiándose de tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Tierra de antaño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;esperando sus pisadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;como su alma envenenada de pasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;desbordada de locura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;expectante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;El alma de una mujer, una mujer enamorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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title='Poema de Vanguardia'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-9150675151697955468</id><published>2009-08-08T02:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:08:21.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0IN2ZSuLI/AAAAAAAAARs/XeVYF3Ijrnw/s1600-h/lis4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" 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Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0H2-yOiEI/AAAAAAAAARE/pwUPvhIfrYQ/s72-c/blog+wordle2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2862000401288904981</id><published>2009-08-08T01:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:49:56.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Wordles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Estaba tan aburrida que "hice" varios de estos. Bah, se me hacían en una página con las palabras que más digo en Twitter xD jeje&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DzWKbv0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BvzqUAKICSE/s1600-h/wordle6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DzWKbv0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BvzqUAKICSE/s320/wordle6.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450511553052482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DukF8AoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/W_tit-sbnXE/s1600-h/wordle5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DukF8AoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/W_tit-sbnXE/s320/wordle5.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450429392945794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0Dupps2iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KStp4tsbnFc/s1600-h/wordle4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DuGevF8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/VrOtf-TmDQc/s320/wordle2.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450421443893186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0Dt2vkjQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WxWYDjnXo9g/s1600-h/wordle.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0Dt2vkjQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WxWYDjnXo9g/s320/wordle.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450417219538178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2364645851960335344-2862000401288904981?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2862000401288904981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2862000401288904981' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2862000401288904981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2862000401288904981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/08/twitter-wordles.html' title='Twitter Wordles'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sn0DzWKbv0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BvzqUAKICSE/s72-c/wordle6.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6202744686162767733</id><published>2009-07-30T01:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:50:07.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you forgotten me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6202744686162767733?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6202744686162767733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6202744686162767733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6202744686162767733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6202744686162767733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on?'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-7087000937211851241</id><published>2009-07-29T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:41:21.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_SyDsXgZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gfWR6FVZeNc/s1600-h/augustrush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_SyDsXgZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gfWR6FVZeNc/s320/augustrush1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363737438648238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0383603/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The music is all around you, all you have to do is listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0383603/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I believe in music... The way that some people believe in fairy tales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;listening to the music on the roof with Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you hear that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now what does that sound like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes, a fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of October skies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was a Young fello, I used to talk to the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you making that up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God I haven't done it in a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did it ever talk back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well it used to, now I just find myself sitting up here talking to meself, like a loon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I'm here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yes, you are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;watching Louis stare at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what are you looking at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they lean in and kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shouting across the road to Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lyla! Lyla! Lyla! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smile fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1533927/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coming up behind Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lewis! Do you remember what dad used to say about princesses, huh? They're always looking for their prince... and you aint no prince brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How would YOU know?... What am i going to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2364645851960335344-7087000937211851241?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/7087000937211851241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=7087000937211851241' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7087000937211851241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7087000937211851241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/07/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_SyDsXgZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gfWR6FVZeNc/s72-c/augustrush1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-3910702062259154164</id><published>2009-07-29T01:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:29:27.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hola! Cómo andan?? Si, lo sé, hace mil que no subo nada. Btw, Feliz día del amigo! jaaja, si, fue hace más de una semana pero bueno.&lt;div&gt;Esto de estar 1 mes de "vacaciones" es muy raro, aunque lo estuve pensando y que todos los años fuese así sería genial :P jajaja pero sin las montañas de tarea que nos mandaron los profesores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encima lo más molesto es que nos van a sacar la semana de vacaciones de octubre y las vacaciones de verano empiezan más tarde, muy injusto ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya pasaron más de 3 semanas. SIII, YA SE ACABAN! HORROR! Y siento que no las aproveché al máximo, no salí mucho y las primeras semanas tampoco me ocupé de la tarea pero también estaba con la preocupación (típico xD) así que ahora que sólo queda una semana a full haciendo la tarea y los trabajos para la semana que viene u.u y no quiero empezar porque nos van a ASESINAR! Pruebas, orales, clases, más pruebas.... noooooo T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.... lo que sí hice fue ver muchas pelis, incluída Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, EPIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque me quedó pendiente Ponyo xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_OeaFxuRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mXRWSabun3o/s1600-h/ponyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_OeaFxuRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mXRWSabun3o/s320/ponyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363732703016499474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo es una niña pez! (8)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sí vi Ice Age 3, genial tmb! Me reí a carcajadas :P jajaja&lt;div&gt;Pero sobre todo muuuuuchas peliculas en DVD que vi como: Becoming Jane, Get Smart, Step Up, Kung Fu Panda, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, August Rush, Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, PUSH, 17 Again, A boy-girl thing, He's just not that into you, Twilight, The Nanny Diaries, The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algunas estuvieron muy buenas, otras no tanto xD jeje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, mmm, mejor voy cortando porque estoy muerta y tengo que terminar un mock de CAE para mañana :) jejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya someday, bloggers :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agregué el widget de Twitter, wohoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguien me quiere agregar es liswickham :)&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/2364645851960335344-3910702062259154164?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/3910702062259154164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=3910702062259154164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3910702062259154164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3910702062259154164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sm_OeaFxuRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mXRWSabun3o/s72-c/ponyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4544711651123409656</id><published>2009-06-14T17:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:34:55.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'>McFLY in Argentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La semana pasada viví los momentos más emocionantes de mi vida como seguramente tmb las demás chicas del foro, el crew, las oldies, las fans de McFLY en general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El miércoles 03.06 llegaron a la Argentina Danny Jones, Tom Fletcher, Dougie Poynter y Harry Judd. Ese mismo día fuimos con Eileen, Jenny y Maggie al hotel Sheraton donde se hospedaban para ver si lográbamos alguna foto o autografo, pero no sucedió.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunque esa misma noche, recibí una llamada del crew diciéndome que iba a ir al Meet &amp;amp; Greet del día siguiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jueves 04.06 esperando desde las 10 AM hasta las 2 PM fuera del hotel para el M&amp;amp;G con Eileen. Finalmente nos hicieron pasar y bueno, pueden ver los videos ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxt9ofJ5Q-0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxt9ofJ5Q-0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uu4Gmsuo8pg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uu4Gmsuo8pg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVjhYQdL_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/VrXn7UZF-RY/s1600-h/4937_1073090714931_1456051685_30210088_3158492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVjhYQdL_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/VrXn7UZF-RY/s320/4937_1073090714931_1456051685_30210088_3158492_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347289557670637554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVjhSQcHWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qwuPqnjNO_A/s1600-h/harrymeltag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVjhSQcHWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qwuPqnjNO_A/s320/harrymeltag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347289556059954530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Día siguiente, ir al aeropuerto para buscar a Fran, que venía de Chile, sólo para verlos. Dsp a la tarde nos fuimos para La Trastienda y a esperar hasta las 9 PM que nos hicieron pasar. Hasta las 10.15 PM no empezó el concierto, pero la espera valió la pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simplemente puedo decir que fue uno de los momentos de mi vida en los que me sentí tan feliz. Daría lo que fuera para estar ahí de nuevo, gritando, cantando, saltando al ritmo de esas canciones TAN pero TAN geniales que tienen. Ellos hablando en frente nuestro. Ese espectáculo que era SÓLO para nosotros. Los que estábamos ahí reunidos. En Buenos Aires, Argentina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fue DEMASIADO genial. Y ese momento, esa hora y 40 minutos nunca más se va a repetir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca más va a volver a ser lo mismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK1M6i5Vc98&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK1M6i5Vc98&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVi_PDSR6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/rgyPglq7C3s/s1600-h/tomyyotaggeados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVi_PDSR6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/rgyPglq7C3s/s320/tomyyotaggeados.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347288971083925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVi-7u96sI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dBKgBRmVzZ8/s1600-h/dougyyotaggeados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVi-7u96sI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dBKgBRmVzZ8/s320/dougyyotaggeados.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347288965898431170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2364645851960335344-4544711651123409656?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4544711651123409656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4544711651123409656' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4544711651123409656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4544711651123409656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/06/mcfly-in-argentina.html' title='McFLY in Argentina'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SjVjhYQdL_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/VrXn7UZF-RY/s72-c/4937_1073090714931_1456051685_30210088_3158492_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2003386098664963387</id><published>2009-05-17T23:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:05:28.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan + Isolde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ShDPaImlEsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ID-7l--IrSQ/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ShDPaImlEsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ID-7l--IrSQ/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336993606326883010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Isolde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tristan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There are other things to live for: duty, honor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Isolde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But they are not life Tristan. They are the shells of life, and empty ones if in the end all they hold are days and days without love. Love is made by God. Ignore it and you suffer as you cannot imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "&gt;Tristan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then I will no longer live without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Isolde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How many have you loved before me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "&gt;Tristan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; None. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Isolde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And after me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "&gt;Tristan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Isolde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Know that I love you Tristan. Wherever you go, whatever you see. I will always be with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;[his last lines] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); "&gt;Tristran:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You were right. I don't know if life is greater than death. But love was more than either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2003386098664963387?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2003386098664963387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2003386098664963387' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2003386098664963387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2003386098664963387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/05/isolde-know-that-i-love-you-tristan.html' title='Tristan + Isolde'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ShDPaImlEsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ID-7l--IrSQ/s72-c/Tristan_and_Isolde_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-3926089603553611844</id><published>2009-05-03T21:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:31:27.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>33 days left!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42qDzPMlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EnZj1Cklfe8/s1600-h/mcfly1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42qDzPMlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EnZj1Cklfe8/s320/mcfly1.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331759105055863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch closer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42qOWJWWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/K9WecOknIr4/s1600-h/mcmcmcmcc.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 22px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42qOWJWWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/K9WecOknIr4/s320/mcmcmcmcc.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331759107886635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yeah!! Finally our dream has become true *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;McFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42p7OX15I/AAAAAAAAAN0/v5pGJvHx4eg/s1600-h/entradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf42p7OX15I/AAAAAAAAAN0/v5pGJvHx4eg/s320/entradas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331759102753757074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't wait for having them in front of me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the first time that I was able to watch Lies on the TV u.u but in that moment I felt moved, snif snif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2364645851960335344-3926089603553611844?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/3926089603553611844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2981683111711171220</id><published>2009-05-03T03:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:40:26.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blueberry Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf07c6fxDAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ip_vpVEIpOg/s1600-h/9462_a16c.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf07c6fxDAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ip_vpVEIpOg/s320/9462_a16c.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482901801405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Harvest Moon - Cassandra Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Blueberry Nights OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come a little bit closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hear what I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like children sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;We could dream this night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's a full moon risin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go dancing in the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know where the music's playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Let's go out and feel the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to see you dance again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this harvest moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched you from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When we were lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I loved you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now it's getting late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the moon is climbing high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See it shining in your eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to see you dance again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Because I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;On this harvest moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2364645851960335344-2981683111711171220?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2981683111711171220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2981683111711171220' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2981683111711171220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2981683111711171220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My Blueberry Nights'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sf07c6fxDAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ip_vpVEIpOg/s72-c/9462_a16c.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6454521114269136032</id><published>2009-05-03T03:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:35:15.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sleep - Olivia Inspi' Reira [Trapnest]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It keeps coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I remember this pain&lt;br /&gt;It spreads across my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everything is dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's smiling, they're smiling&lt;br /&gt;It pushes me far far away&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will you hold me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm gazing from the distance and&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything pass through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can't be alone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will you hold me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in a deep winter sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find my way out alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Can you wake me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I let it in&lt;br /&gt;It hides love from this moment&lt;br /&gt;So I guard it close&lt;br /&gt;I watch the moves it makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me, but it gets me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand how I&lt;br /&gt;Could make it disappear, make it disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there hear me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will you hold me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kiss my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and maybe you can take me to your world for now&lt;br /&gt;I can't be alone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will you hold me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Please make it all go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever gonna feel myself again?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6454521114269136032?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6454521114269136032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6454521114269136032' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6454521114269136032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6454521114269136032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/05/winter-sleep-olivia-inspi-reira.html' title='Winter Sleep - Olivia Inspi&apos; Reira [Trapnest]'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2078147796050700261</id><published>2009-03-29T22:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:04:19.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niji by Kazunari Ninomiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCeQWjyATsw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque somehow me hace acordar a She Falls Asleep.&lt;br /&gt;La letra nada que ver, pero debe ser el piano y la sweatiness de Tom y Nino que los hace parecidos xD jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta dormirme escuchando esta canción (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2078147796050700261?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2078147796050700261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2078147796050700261' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2078147796050700261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2078147796050700261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/niji-by-kazunari-ninomiya_29.html' title='Niji by Kazunari Ninomiya'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8846218836058196092</id><published>2009-03-26T22:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:34:41.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScwqMnQ4YwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/svu9jknXU_Y/s1600-h/el-fuego-de-katherine-neville_191.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317671656204296962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScwqMnQ4YwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/svu9jknXU_Y/s320/el-fuego-de-katherine-neville_191.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! La continuación de "El Ocho".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque hace una semana y un día que tengo "El Fuego" en mi poder, dsp de tanto desearlo. Me acuerdo que hace 2 semanas estaba caminando por la calle con Lottie y Vale, cuando pasamos por en frente de Yenny. Miré inconscientemente y mis ojos se cruzaron con esta tapa y...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; QUÉÉÉ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; EL FUEGO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh! Me asustaste ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es que, o sea, estuve 2 meses esperando a ver cuando se publicaba acá. Fui muy feliz en ese momento ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voy por el 3º capítulo y parece muy prometedor. Sólo que fue una tristeza descubrir en el 3º capítulo que se moría un personaje muy (L) u.u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo bueno es que este también tiene dos historias paralelas :P I just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673154340046418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scwrj0QRxlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CgradVvlVXc/s320/PilaresdelaTierra%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No se dejen engañar, por la imagen pareciese que tiene 200 páginas... Yeah, sure! Tiene 1400, un par más, no? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otro libro genial, recomendado por Yahoo! Respuestas y dsp por Lottie que lo estaba leyendo en nuestras vacaciones. Así que me sumé a la lectura de este libro. Genial novela de la Edad Media, con mucho contenido de arquitectura de esa época, sobre todo de catedrales. También están muy buenas las historias de los personajes y te das cuenta qué tan crueles pueden llegar a ser las personas. MUCHO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317671659273975202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScwqMysv9aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Telb0cZpP3Q/s320/unmundosinfin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El otro libro bajo mi poder es Un Mundo sin fin, la continuación de Los Pilares. Este lo tengo desde el sábado, este no lo voy a empezar hasta terminar de leer "El fuego", ojalá sea tan genial como Los Pilares ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero dsp de terminar de leer estos libros, no se termina. Ya tengo una lista de libros recomendados, así que... hay para rato :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8846218836058196092?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8846218836058196092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8846218836058196092' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8846218836058196092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8846218836058196092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/bookaholic.html' title='Bookaholic'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScwqMnQ4YwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/svu9jknXU_Y/s72-c/el-fuego-de-katherine-neville_191.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-694268771468948471</id><published>2009-03-25T01:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:11:58.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics done in the summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmu8dp8BSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y4kzd8ABcYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316973188863493410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmu8dp8BSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y4kzd8ABcYQ/s320/DSCN0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScmutbVX_cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1dBN7JZRklc/s1600-h/Foto-217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972930542337474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScmutbVX_cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1dBN7JZRklc/s320/Foto-217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmus1wlOuI/AAAAAAAAAME/VSF3gvEsfWg/s1600-h/Foto-213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972920455903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmus1wlOuI/AAAAAAAAAME/VSF3gvEsfWg/s320/Foto-213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmuss2JyXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/y5Bl0dqFeGQ/s1600-h/DSCN0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972918063352178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmuss2JyXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/y5Bl0dqFeGQ/s320/DSCN0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/2364645851960335344-694268771468948471?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/694268771468948471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=694268771468948471' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/694268771468948471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/694268771468948471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-pics-done-in-summer.html' title='Some pics done in the summer'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmu8dp8BSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y4kzd8ABcYQ/s72-c/DSCN0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8034697968234841850</id><published>2009-03-24T20:05:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:37:14.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Written chat with Eileen in class about Arashi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Para vos yo tengo algún favorito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Estamos hablando de ARASHI, no? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohno te parece tierno y te da pena... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(puede ser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895300606254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScloGxSUX0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/aZhjqbjZq_M/s320/ohno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jun te parece mujeriego... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(descartado?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895851214782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sclom0dnwRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zXe_4n7TvrE/s320/jun+matsumoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sho te parece buen conductor... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(puede ser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316896597150829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SclpSPSoi_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/knaY_ciyUss/s320/Sakurai_Sho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiba tiene una voz particular (?)... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(puede ser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316897358668593266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sclp-kKneHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z-PgQIKGTZo/s320/aiba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nino es lo más! xD &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(probable, puede ser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316898016153863298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Sclqk1fUhII/AAAAAAAAALE/L9dZhCIMx4A/s320/Kazunari+ninomiya%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O sea según vos, todos menos MatsuJun? Pero no me respondiste si sí o no. Y si te parece que sí, tirame sólo un nombre!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok ¬¬ ... es que es medio dificil... Sí, un favorito tenés... NINO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SI, es re groso. Y otro más, pero aclaro que ninguno fisicamente!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Buuu! Qué aburrida! Jaja =P Mmm... Ohno? (Amy dice que Jun o Sho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seguí por el lado de Amy xD Ohno es compasión, jaja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ES JUN?! O.O o Sho? tengo dudas xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JAJA XD Tirá un sólo nombre =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vos podés creer que me gusta Sho?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vos podés creer que me gusta Jun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decide!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SHO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tardaste, eh! Como me va a gustar Jun? xD Y no me gusta Sho por ser conductor xD jaja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Y qué se yo! Jun es un papi tmb =P jaja, por ahí viste el video de ayer y te gustó, jaja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! sure... 8-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A mi tmb me gusta Sho, jaja ( es otro papi) JUN x SHO LOVE! (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yo no los veo como "papis" xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Yo les doy directamente" by Lis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Puntos a favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nino:&lt;/strong&gt; situation con fan xD, cute en Niji&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sho:&lt;/strong&gt; kinkiness en juego de las excusas xD, que se yo, es copado =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La verdad, la hora de físico-química no estaba muy interesante xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8034697968234841850?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8034697968234841850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8034697968234841850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8034697968234841850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8034697968234841850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/written-chat-with-eileen-in-class-about.html' title='Written chat with Eileen in class about Arashi'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/ScloGxSUX0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/aZhjqbjZq_M/s72-c/ohno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8582933260054409027</id><published>2009-03-24T19:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:05:08.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARASHI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SclnFfcLsoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sgYyxC9rqeY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316894179124294274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SclnFfcLsoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sgYyxC9rqeY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué banda, eh! Quién iba a pensar que alguna vez me iba a gustar una boyband japonesa? jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habiendo debutado hace casi (en septiembre) 10 años con A.RA.SHI, ya tienen 10 cds y 25 singles. Y por más de que estén entre los 26-29 años, pareciera que tienen 19 años xD jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque sus canciones están muy buenas, sobre todo las del cd &lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;, como:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- We can make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Oh, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Love so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Cry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Yabai-yabai-yabai [solo de Jun]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Niji [solo de Nino]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y dsp otras canciones como:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Step and go (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Kitto Daijoubu (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- A.RA.SHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmb hicieron varios programas de T.V. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, quiero ver su película!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8582933260054409027?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8582933260054409027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8582933260054409027' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8582933260054409027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8582933260054409027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/arashi.html' title='ARASHI'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SclnFfcLsoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sgYyxC9rqeY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4098392135078027311</id><published>2009-03-24T19:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:53:23.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marzo-Abril, comienzo del año oficial</title><content type='html'>Y si... porque hace 2 semanas empezamos el colegio.&lt;br /&gt;Como todos decían: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El último "Primer día de colegio".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a seguir discutiendo del buzo de egresados, de la fiesta, como seguir juntando plata y stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Además de conocer nuevos profesores o tal vez materias.&lt;br /&gt;Ya desde el primer día pensar: Uhh, cuando llegan las vacaciones?? u.u  jaja&lt;br /&gt;Pero por otra parte, nos queda un año de diversión, de compañerismo y muchas salidas ^^ yay!&lt;br /&gt;También empezar a preparar el CAE, empezar 6º año de italiano y 2º de portugués fue bastante duro -.- jaja&lt;br /&gt;Y en abril... empezar canto y el gimnasio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Quién dijo que este iba a ser un año aburrido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-4098392135078027311?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4098392135078027311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4098392135078027311' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4098392135078027311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4098392135078027311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/03/marzo-abril-comienzo-del-ano-oficial.html' title='Marzo-Abril, comienzo del año oficial'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5292304397369252422</id><published>2009-02-23T01:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:07:35.952-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SaIg-zEybeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hS1ObL6dS00/s1600-h/screenshot.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SaIg-zEybeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hS1ObL6dS00/s320/screenshot.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305839574230134242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Will nods] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. &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/2364645851960335344-5292304397369252422?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/5292304397369252422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=5292304397369252422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5292304397369252422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5292304397369252422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SaIg-zEybeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hS1ObL6dS00/s72-c/screenshot.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-530738340246861178</id><published>2009-02-12T16:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:47:00.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Got an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;in First.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Back from Uruguay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In Argentina again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In  a few days, I'll see my dear Cocoas and GG ^^ I miss you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This entry is just to let know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Lis is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-530738340246861178?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/530738340246861178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=530738340246861178' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/530738340246861178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/530738340246861178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-a-in-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8836473054982028765</id><published>2009-01-24T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:23:27.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>McFly en Latinoamérica</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;20 may 2009 20:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-size: 18px; "&gt;Latin America Tour (several countries, dates to be announced) Latin America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con ese anuncio en su MySpace habrán hecho felices a muchas flyers, obviamente me incluyo :P&lt;div&gt;Supuestamente los países que van a visitar son: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Chile, Colombia y México. Llega a ser verdad y.... no sé. Creí que nunca iba a llegar el día que esos 4 niños iban a pisar suelo argentino *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La peor parte definitivamente... todas las "fans" que se van a crear en.... 2 meses más o menos... u.u Por favor, consideración por ser Oldie :P jajaja Hace 2 años que me gusta McFly :O Aunque más consideración a las chicas que les gusta desde el 2006 o antes -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, muy buena noticia para recibir en la semana que no estoy afuera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vuelta de Costa del Este hace una semana, en Uruguay en 2 días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seis días para saber la nota del FIRST, so frightened! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, La Paloma... allá vamos!!! A seguir bronceándome (H) (¿?) jajaa (y leyendo, obviamente :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta la vista, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8836473054982028765?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8836473054982028765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8836473054982028765' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8836473054982028765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8836473054982028765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcfly-en-latinoamrica.html' title='McFly en Latinoamérica'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-7196253367144349780</id><published>2009-01-23T23:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:58:30.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"El Ocho" de Katherine Neville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SXpoobe_bNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/32GY7II4IWc/s1600-h/9788401336454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SXpoobe_bNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/32GY7II4IWc/s320/9788401336454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294659355709238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En diciembre, algunos días antes de partir hacia Costa del Este, estábamos con mana en Yenny viendo qué libros podíamos comprar para leer en la playa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo en eso agarro uno de Sherlock (L), el de Bestiaria (muy bueno :P), Orgullo y Prejuicio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mana estaba en la parte de novelas y encuentra uno de John Katzenbach, y... "El Ocho"... Lo miré de reojo y en la caja le dije que salía muy caro como el otro. Anyway... en ese momento no le di mucha bola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al término de la primera semana en la playa, ya habiendo leído el de Conan Doyle, el de Carolina Aguirre, y el Jane Austen siendo leído por Eileen, miré el libro de Katherine Neville y pensé: Mmm, let's give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y así empezó, cada día me absorbía más el libro. Yendo y viniendo de 1790 en Francia a 1970 en EEUU, pasando por Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muy bueno cómo mezcla grandes personajes de la historia, como a Rosseau, Napoleón, Catalina la Grande, etc, con la ficción.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El Ajedrez de Montglane... ese ajedrez era... mortal, asesino... Bah, era... (hubiese sido si hubiese existido).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;También como mezcla la matemática, la lógica, los acertijos y obviamente el ajedrez, con todo lo de historia y bastante acción más algo de amor :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero por suerte, esta novela, escrita en 1988 (sí, hace 20 años), tiene continuación que tan sólo salió hace un par de meses allá en Estados Unidos. Y salió hace menos de un mes en España. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acá todavía nadie sabe nada ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Necesito "El Fuego" YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-7196253367144349780?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/7196253367144349780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=7196253367144349780' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7196253367144349780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7196253367144349780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-ocho-de-katherine-neville.html' title='&quot;El Ocho&quot; de Katherine Neville'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SXpoobe_bNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/32GY7II4IWc/s72-c/9788401336454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1521428367875177059</id><published>2008-12-23T14:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:39:17.988-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day, Harold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVETCaKjw3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/C2cALYtb22A/s1600-h/l_9ae9e5ceb92be986045b3f2a201fa20c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024769986577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVETCaKjw3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/C2cALYtb22A/s320/l_9ae9e5ceb92be986045b3f2a201fa20c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sí! Porque a la madrugada I totally forgot que era el cumple de mi señor marido, o era el marido de Car? xD jajaja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque hoy, 23 de diciembre del 2008, cumple 23 años el señor Harry Mark Christopher Judd (alto nombre, by the way xD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque siempre va a ser el drummer más hot Y el más &lt;em&gt;posh&lt;/em&gt; de todo England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ojalá que dure por toda la eternidad con Izzy, porque hacen la pareja más perfecta (L). Love them together ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, ahora sí me voy, merry christmas a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paz y amor (¿?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-1521428367875177059?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1521428367875177059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1521428367875177059' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1521428367875177059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1521428367875177059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-b-day-harold.html' title='Happy B-day, Harold!'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVETCaKjw3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/C2cALYtb22A/s72-c/l_9ae9e5ceb92be986045b3f2a201fa20c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6916539294807917828</id><published>2008-12-23T01:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:41:00.558-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBaSfU4hGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pw4NNy4ffZk/s1600-h/navidad+gusanito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282821636598826082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBaSfU4hGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pw4NNy4ffZk/s320/navidad+gusanito.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LLegan las fiestas y es el momento en el que uno se da cuenta que tan rápido pasó el año. Porque pareciese que cada año pasa más rápido que el anterior y así se nos va a pasar la vida. Fiestas, vacaciones, estrés (del estudio para algunos, del trabajo para otros), fiestas, vacaciones, estrés (again), jajaja. Por eso antes de la universidad hay que tomarse un año sabático... (¿?¿?) jajaja, ojalá xD &lt;p&gt;Bueno, hago este posteo porque ya mañana me mudo por las vacaciones y no sé si me voy a poder conectar los próximos días. Todo depende del técnico de &lt;em&gt;Speedy&lt;/em&gt; ¬¬ (el cual ya me tiene cansada) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¡Quiero (en realidad necesito, o mejor dicho &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necesitamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) internet en la quinta! T-T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por una parte no me quiero esperanzar sabiendo que hay pocas probabilidades de que se pueda poner, pero por otra parte no puedo evitarlo... Sólo poder usar internet cuando vengo a Flores, aproximadamente una vez a la semana y durante el día (y pocas horas), no me entusiasma mucho. Tampoco estar muy comunicada con las chicas (aunque nos vamos de vacaciones juntas la mayor del tiempo), no poder hablar seguido con mi drama boy, y todas las demás cosas que hacía con internet... snif snif. Al menos, supongo, que con mana nos pondremos al día con los videos que tenemos que grabar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, mejor me dejo de lamentar. Siempre hay que ver la mitad llena del vaso (?), lo más importante acá es que &lt;strong&gt;ESTOY DE VACACIONES&lt;/strong&gt; y no matter what, no tengo obligaciones, yay! jaja. Sólo tengo bastante miedo por la muestra de canto del sábado, esta semana a ensayar a full &lt;em&gt;Immortality&lt;/em&gt; :P Ah! Mañana tengo ensayo así que me voy a dormir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que tengan una muy linda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; con las personas que quieren y disfruten de los fuegos artificiales, pero si uds compraron, tengan cuidad con la pirotecnia, jajaja. En serio ¬¬ (xD) Pórtense bien y hagan caso a sus padres (?) jajaja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta la próxima.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6916539294807917828?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6916539294807917828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6916539294807917828' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6916539294807917828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6916539294807917828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/llegan-las-fiestas-y-es-el-momento-en.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBaSfU4hGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pw4NNy4ffZk/s72-c/navidad+gusanito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8622403278413539575</id><published>2008-12-23T00:36:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:41:42.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCORPIO - El Adicto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBRCo6ds7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrlZPvOqcjs/s1600-h/ESCORPIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282811468689814450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBRCo6ds7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrlZPvOqcjs/s320/ESCORPIO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extremadamente adorable. Inteligente. Ama bromear. Muy buen sentido del humor. Enérgico. Predice el futuro. GRAN besador. Siempre consiguen lo que quieren. Atractivo. De andar tranquilo. Ama las relaciones largas. Hablador. Romántico. Cariñoso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Escorpio es un signo intenso con una energía emocional única en todo el zodiaco. Aunque puedan aparecer tranquilos, los Escorpio tienen una agresión y magnetismo interno escondidos dentro. Son afables, buenos tertulianos, reservados y corteses, pero aunque parezcan estar algo retirados del centro de actividad, en realidad están observando todo con su ojo crítico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Escorpio es tremendamente poderoso y su carácter puede causar enormes beneficios o grandes riesgos para los demás. Su tenacidad y fuerza de voluntad son únicas pero sin embargo son muy sensibles y fácilmente afectados por las circunstancias que les rodean. Son emocionales y fácilmente heridos o aludidos. De hecho pueden perder totalmente el genio al percibir, incluso erróneamente, que alguien les ha insultado. No saben morderse la lengua y pueden ser muy críticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si un Escorpio logra utilizar su enorme energía de forma constructiva, es un gran activo para la sociedad y se puede convertir en un gran líder. No obstante, los Escorpio deben aprender a controlarse, porque pueden llegar a ser demasiado críticos y resentidos con los demás. Son excelentes amigos de los que consideran merecen su respeto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Escorpio son muy imaginativos e intuitivos y tienen una gran capacidad para analizar situaciones y personas. De todos los signos del zodiaco son los que más probabilidad tienen para convertirse en genios siempre y cuando controlan su lado negativo porque si toman el camino equivocado pueden ser muy destructivos hacia ellos mismos y hacia otras personas. Deben intentar evitar sensaciones como la arrogancia, la agresión y los celos, porque si se rinden ante tales sentimientos negativos, tal es su fuerza para sentir intensamente que pueden perder el control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Escorpio es el símbolo del sexo, y los Escorpio son personas muy apasionados y sensuales. Para los escorpio, el acto del amor es un acto espiritual y son capaces de sentir cosas que otros signos nunca logran. Su intensidad de sentimientos hace que sus relaciones amorosas sean profundas, mágicas y, a veces, trágicas. Cuidan mucho a sus amigos, aunque si alguien les traiciona es difícil recuperar su amistad y confianza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviamente, esto es demasiado general. Algunas cosas son tal cual y otras nada que ver. Ojalá yo resultara siendo una genia :P jaja. Por qué en todos lados dice que Escorpio es el símbolo del sexo? Me siento una sexópata xD jajaja. Además yo no me ofendo tan fácil, jeje, y... yo "extremadamente adorable"??... JAJAJA... por favor!&lt;/em&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/2364645851960335344-8622403278413539575?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8622403278413539575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8622403278413539575' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8622403278413539575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8622403278413539575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/escorpio-el-adicto.html' title='ESCORPIO - El Adicto'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SVBRCo6ds7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrlZPvOqcjs/s72-c/ESCORPIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2189793328986703473</id><published>2008-12-16T00:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:31:26.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Written long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't want to see around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I want to hide 'cause i'm afraid of what can appear outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Please, hold me tight, hug me until the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I desire waking up right beside you and verify everything's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2189793328986703473?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2189793328986703473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2189793328986703473' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2189793328986703473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2189793328986703473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/written-long-time-ago.html' title='Written long time ago'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6245187681253925273</id><published>2008-12-16T00:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:32:46.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An Unexpected Ending,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Sunset, When You Wish Upon A Star&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kiss Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;son standalones que los escribí el año pasado, casi todos para mis amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sweet Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para Rommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When You Wish Upon A Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiss Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;One in a Million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que todavía no lo subí y tiene 3 capítulos, para Eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Night&lt;/strong&gt; lo escribí en las vacaciones de verano hace casi un año. Me super había olvidado que lo había escrito, hasta el otro día que lo encontré en mi carpeta de &lt;em&gt;Fics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fan Fictions que tengo sin terminar son &lt;strong&gt;2015&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Don't Know Why&lt;/strong&gt; y otro más que todavía no tiene nombre :P&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que ahora que estoy de vacaciones, aprovecharé para escribir ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6245187681253925273?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6245187681253925273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6245187681253925273' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6245187681253925273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6245187681253925273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/fics.html' title='Fics'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5899454781246557635</id><published>2008-12-15T01:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:15:22.779-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SUXJ6ZY5kLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6i7AQ7EC1gI/s1600-h/summer-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848143246692530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SUXJ6ZY5kLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6i7AQ7EC1gI/s320/summer-night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El delicioso sabor de la Lemon Pie casera perduraba en mi boca mientras se dispersaba el olor a tabaco con vainilla que solía fumar mi padre en su pipa durante el verano. Era una noche completamente despejada en la que se podía ver la mayoría de las estrellas y no corría una gota de aire. Escuchaba a los grillos cantar al unísono y las voces lejanas de los integrantes de mi familia sentados en el quincho mientras hacían la sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaba a algunos metros alejada de ellos, sentada en el pasto humedecido por el rocío caído horas antes. Cerré mis ojos luego de observar las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Hey, Lis”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; escuché una voz a mis espaldas mientras me acariciaban el hombro &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Vamos a caminar un rato”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; murmuró a mi oído y me tendió una mano para ayudarme a levantar del suelo. Asentí y luego de pararme, empezamos a caminar de la mano por el parque en silencio hasta que fue interrumpido por él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿En qué piensas?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dijo dirigiéndome una mirada directa a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Luego de algunos segundos le respondí &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“En el futuro, Har”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Hmm…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; murmuró asintiendo mientras miraba al frente. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿Yo estoy en él?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa pregunta me tomó totalmente de sorpresa y como le quería seguir el juego. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No sé ¿Tú quieres estar?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dije sonriendo aunque me estaba muriendo de miedo ante cual podía ser la respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Él dejó de caminar y me miró muy serio &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿A qué te refieres con eso? ¿No quieres que esté en tu futuro?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empecé a divisar un toque de decepción y terror en sus ojos y le dije &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No, Harry, no es eso a lo que me refiero… Es sólo que tengo mucho miedo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya era hora de decirle, de dejar de ocultar cosas, su expresión pasó a ser una de confusión. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿Miedo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Harry, es que…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no podía evitar el temblor en mi voz, es que el sólo pensamiento de que me abandonara &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No sé cual puede ser tu reacción… y…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miró mis manos y las tomó entre las suyas, acariciándolas. Me miró a mí y dijo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Lis, ya sé que estás embarazada”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y me dirigió una pequeña sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;¡¿Cómo?! ¿Cómo podía ser? Me quedé petrificada y mi cara de sorpresa debe de haber sido tal que él se asustó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“¿Cómo?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mi voz apenas era audible ya que tenía un nudo en la garganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Danny me dijo…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; susurró mirando al suelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Eileen le había contado… y ya conoces a Danny, es uno de mis mejores amigos, era obvio que me iba a contar… Sólo que…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yo lo seguía mirando mientras él iba subiendo la mirada hacía mí &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Me dolió enterarme por Danny y desde el día que me lo contó me estuve muriendo por saber por qué no me lo habías dicho tú misma. Es decir, tenía el derecho a saber primero, ¿no?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sentía cómo mis ojos se llenaban de lágrimas y caían por mis mejillas &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Es sólo que… tenía mucho miedo de tu reacción” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;logré decir entre sollozos &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No sabía si tu estarías contento, enojado, confundido, no lo sabía… y sigo sin saberlo. Además, cuando te lo dijera quizás no ibas a querer saber nada más ni de mí ni de este bebé y…” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;traté de continuar pero fui interrumpida por él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“¡Shh!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exclamó Harry mientras extendía sus brazos para abrazarme, a los cuales recurrí inmediatamente para refugiarme. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Por favor, Lis ¿realmente creías que yo me iría y te abandonaría con tu hijo? Es decir, nuestro hijo… ¿no? ¿O hay algo más que me estás ocultando?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; preguntó Harry con una sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“No seas tonto, Har”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; susurré con una pequeña sonrisa entre sollozos.&lt;br /&gt;Sentí que me daba un pequeño beso en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Perdón, Harry”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; susurré nuevamente con los ojos cerrados abrazándolo más fuerte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Realmente lo siento, fui una tonta en no decírtelo. Te necesitaba”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“No hay problema, amor. Ahora tú y ese bebé son lo más importante que tengo en la vida y lo que más amo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; murmuró a mi oído y aganchándose lentamente, apoyó su mejilla contra mi vientre mientras seguía rodeando mi cuerpo con sus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Te amo, bebé Judd”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dijo en una voz apenas audible y luego me besó suavemente la panza. Se paró y miró directo a mis ojos llorosos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“A usted también la amo, señora Judd”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¡¿QUÉ?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y por segunda vez en la noche me quedé petrificada.&lt;br /&gt;Mi miró con una sonrisa y dijo &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ya que vamos a tener un bebé, creo que es hora de que formalicemos nuestra relación… ¿Qué te parece? Lis, ¿quieres ser mi esposa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A esa altura de la noche ya no sabía si ponerme a saltar, reír, llorar o hacer todo eso junto.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente pude asentir con una sonrisa y las lágrimas que caían por mis ojos. Él puso una cara de felicidad que jamás le había visto y se acercó para darme un beso tierno y apasionado. Uno de los mejores que habíamos tenido.&lt;br /&gt;Luego del beso, nos quedamos algunos segundos abrazados. Tan sólo compartiendo todo nuestro amor en un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“¿Ya le contaste a tu familia sobre el bebé?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; murmuró él a mi oído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“A mi hermana”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dije mirando sus ojos celestes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿A Rose solamente? Es decir, que a tus padres no”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; afirmó con una sonrisa y continuó &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Perfecto, así se lo podremos decir juntos”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿En serio me ayudarías a decirles?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; le pregunté sin poder creerlo. Tener que decírselo a mis padres era lo que más me asustaba de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Por supuesto, es lo menos que puedo hacer, amor”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; susurró acariciándome las mejillas y luego agregó &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Nunca estuve tan feliz y asustado como ahora”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y se rio nerviosamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Yo tampoco”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; susurré con los ojos cerrados y mi cara apoyada sobre su pecho &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Aunque estar contigo me hace sentir más segura que nada”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“¿Entonces te parece bien si les decimos ahora a tus padres?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dijo pasando sus dedos por entre mi cabello mientras giraba la cabeza para mirar hacia donde estaba mi familia reunida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Claro”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; susurré con un tono medio inseguro por lo que pasaría pero sabía que él iba a estar para apoyarme.“Vamos, Lis” dijo y comenzamos a caminar por el parque. Él tenía un brazo por encima de mis hombros y lo último que dijo en ese recorrido hasta el quincho fue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Amor, solamente tienes que estar segura de que yo siempre estaré en tu presente y futuro”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-5899454781246557635?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/5899454781246557635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=5899454781246557635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5899454781246557635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5899454781246557635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-delicioso-sabor-de-la-lemon-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SUXJ6ZY5kLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6i7AQ7EC1gI/s72-c/summer-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4074898165439015586</id><published>2008-12-13T18:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:19:38.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/3721/kissmens7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/3721/kissmens7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Cuando el sol se ocultaba tras las nubes no sentía su cuerpo. El frío le penetraba hasta las huesos, pero no le importaba. Amaba estar ahí. Desde ese lugar se sentía dueña del mundo entero porque parecía que podía verlo todo. Era capaz de ver montañas, valles y lagos que se confundían con el cielo. Era la primera vez que subía tan alto. Quizás era un poco desconsiderada al subir a aquella montaña estando sola, pero su corazón le había dicho que tenía que hacerlo ese día. Sentía los latidos en su pecho de la emoción y respiraba rápidamente mientras sostenía fuertemente su tabla de snowboard. ¿Estaba verdaderamente lista para tirarse de semejante altura? Estaba completamente sola en ese lugar... ¿y si le ocurría algún accidente? No, sabía que nada malo le pasaría. Respiró profundamente por última vez y se tiró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Era increíble esa sensación, parecía volar por encima de la nieve. Nunca había ido tan rápido, amaba sentir la adrenalina. Estaba sintiendo cómo el aire helado golpeaba su cara cuando vio que alguien venía bajando también y faltaba poco para que chocaran. No podía frenar a tan poca distancia y la otra persona no parecía darse cuenta. Trató de aminorar la marcha pero con toda la tensión lanzó su cuerpo hacia delante y empezó a rodar por la nieve hasta que terminó algunos metros más abajo de donde se encontraba. Se quedó ahí acostada. Le dolía cada centímetro de su cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Escuchó el grito de un chico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Are you all right?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Él se sacó rápidamente la tabla y corrió en dirección a ella y se arrodilló a su lado. Ella al sentir que alguien estaba cerca, abrió los ojos y exclamó furiosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Jones! Oh my God! It had to be you! You almost kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- What are you talking about? Who was the one that wasn´t looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- You, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shut up and let me help you, Val...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- You don´t shut me up, ok? And I don´t need your help... You can leave. Have you just called me Val?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I´m not leaving, I´ll take you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- What do you think? Are you Superman? Ha Ha Ha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ellos siempre habían sido rivales. Nunca se habían llevado bien y Val lo odiaba más desde que él le había ganado en la última competencia... ¿Por qué no se ocupaba solamente de su bandita y la dejaba a ella triunfar en lo que amaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I´m not Superman but I´m strong enough to take you down there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Stop believing that you´re the best guy that is on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I don´t believe that... But maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- ARGHH!! I HATE YOU, JONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ella no podía parar de gritarle, estaba furiosa. Mientras discutían ella se había sentado, así que estaban los dos enfrentados, sentados en la nieve, discutiendo mientras sus rostros se acercaban cada vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- REALLY? DO YOU REALLY HATE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- YEAH, I REALLY HATE YOU WITH ALL MY SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I don´t think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- KISS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ARE YOU INSANE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- NO, I´M IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Y él habiendo dicho esto, la tomó de la nuca con una mano y la empezó a besar como nunca se hubiera imaginado. Ella que hasta hacía segundos antes estaba helada, sentía como un calor interno recorría su cuerpo. ¿Qué era eso lo que sentía? ¿Por qué no le disgustaba? ¿Por qué amaba estar besando a esa persona que creía que odiaba? Ella interrumpió el beso alejándose unos centímetros de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What are you doing, Jones?&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; le susurró Val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Don´t you think it´s time to stop calling me Jones?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; le preguntó él con una sonrisa mientras tenía apoyada su frente contra la de ella. Volvió a acercarse a ella y le rozó los labios suavemente. Luego empujó suavemente el cuerpo de ella contra el de él y terminaron los dos acostados sobre la nieve besándose. Luego de unos minutos el sol volvió a salir y por más de estar en ese lugar tan frío ellos se sentían reconfortados. Él la abrazó fuertemente y le preguntó suavemente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Do you still hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- What do you think, stupid boy?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; le dijo ella con una sonrisa en los labios y esta vez fue ella quien lo besó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;¿Alguien puede amar a otra persona creyendo odiarla? Así parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-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/2364645851960335344-4074898165439015586?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4074898165439015586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4074898165439015586' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4074898165439015586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4074898165439015586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuando-el-sol-se-ocultaba-tras-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-3553057200176050403</id><published>2008-12-13T18:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:16:03.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacaciones al fin!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! Estoy de vacaciones. &lt;div&gt;No more school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more Italian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more Portuguese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sólo canto pero no cuenta como algo para estudiar xD jajajaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-3553057200176050403?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/3553057200176050403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=3553057200176050403' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3553057200176050403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3553057200176050403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacaciones-al-fin.html' title='Vacaciones al fin!'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-883230727099370490</id><published>2008-12-11T01:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:20:53.204-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/5673/whenyouwishuponastargr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/5673/whenyouwishuponastargr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Todas las estrellas brillaban más que nunca en el cielo, quedarse observándolas era inevitable. Ella las veía a través del vidrio del auto. ¿Si pidiese un deseo se cumpliría esa noche? Había que probar. El auto frenó suavemente y se escuchó el golpe de una puerta. Un chico medianamente alto, ojos color café y cabello castaño claro le abrió la puerta del coche tendiéndole una mano. Dejando de mirar las estrellas, sus ojos se encontraron con los de él y sonrió, tomó su mano y se bajó del auto. Caminaron algunos metros y llegaron a la entrada de un edificio muy alto y moderno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Thanks for taking me home, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- It was a pleasure, Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ella sintió que se ruborizaba levemente así que para disimularlo empezó a buscar sus llaves en la cartera. Cuando las tuvo en la mano, sin saber lo que hacía, le preguntó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Would you like to go upstairs and drink a tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I´d love to, if there´s no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Of course not. Let´s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;De este modo, entraron y luego tomaron el ascensor mientras charlaban animadamente hasta alcanzar uno de los pisos más altos, llegaron a su departamento. El lugar estaba adornado con muy buen gusto, él observaba a su alrededor, nunca había estado allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Wow! You´ve got a great view from here-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exclamó él acercándose a la ventana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ella sirvió té para los dos y se acercó a él para darle su taza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yeah, that´s why I bought it-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dijo Fran mientras sonreía y volvía a observar las estrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Luego de algunos minutos de estar en silencio, ella se dio cuenta que Tom no estaba normal, se lo notaba... inquieto. Él dio un suspiro y le tendió la taza diciendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- It´s very late and I don´t want to bother you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- You´re not bothering me at all!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exclamó ella mirándolo directamente a los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Thanks for the tea, Fran. Goodbye!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dijo Tom y rápidamente se dirigió hasta la puerta y sin volverse para mirar, se fue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ella se quedó parada junto a la ventana con una taza en cada mano sin entender que había pasado en los últimos segundos. Esa repentina huida de Tom era incomprensible. Lentamente se dirigió a la cocina a dejar las tazas y luego al baño para ponerse la ropa de dormir. Cuando se miró en el espejo vio que tenía lágrimas rodándole por las mejillas. ¿Por qué Tom la había dejado de esa manera tan abrupta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mientras se cambiaba se acordó que había dejado la luz encendida del pasillo de afuera. Se dirigió a la puerta y se encontró con Tom en frente suyo con un dedo a punto de tocar el timbre y sin dejarle tiempo ni para decir una sola palabra, se acercó rápidamente a Fran, la agarró del cuello y la besó apasionadamente. Su espalda chocó contra la puerta abierta y ella lo tomó de la cintura. Algunos segundos, que parecieron horas, pasaron hasta que sus bocas se separaron pero sus cuerpos no, se quedaron abrazados. En un momento él tomó la mano de Fran y se la llevó al pecho susurrando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My heart only beats because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- You could ask to the stars how much I hoped this moment-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;le dijo ella suavemente al oído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Permanecieron algunos momentos más así hasta que decidieron que era momento de entrar al departamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-883230727099370490?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/883230727099370490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=883230727099370490' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/883230727099370490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/883230727099370490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/todas-las-estrellas-brillaban-ms-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6083526549270742844</id><published>2008-12-10T00:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:22:08.208-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/4787/sweetsunsetdp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/4787/sweetsunsetdp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sus pies hacían contacto con la arena que seguía cálida a pesar de que el sol ya se estaba ocultando. Se escuchaba la música producida por el oleaje y las hojas movidas por la brisa. Ella caminaba mirando el horizonte. Era todo demasiado perfecto. Él a su lado, no podía dejar de mirarla, tanto tiempo junto a ella había hecho que él aprendiese lo que verdaderamente significaba amar, pero ¿si no era correspondido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;En ese momento no le interesaba, ya no podía estar más junto a ella sin abrazarla, sin besarla, sin decirle sus verdaderos sentimientos. Sentía cómo sus piernas temblaban pero no era un buen momento para sentir miedo. En el momento en que pensaba tomarle la mano, ella se quedó donde estaba. Y se dirigió a él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Danny, I have to tell you something and I just can't wait another sec-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shhh- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;le dijo él suavemente, apoyando uno de sus dedos sobre sus labios suaves. Y sin pronunciar otra palabra más, apoyó sus manos en las mejillas de ella y acercó lentamente su cara hasta que sus narices rozaron, cerraron los ojos y sus labios se unieron en un beso tierno muy esperado por ambos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Se quedaron unidos besándose como si nunca más se quisieran separar, el agua cubría sus pies desnudos, mientras que él acariciaba suavemente su cabello. Ella estaba tomada de su cintura y pensaba quedarse así por el resto de su vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Luego de lo que parecieron siglos, sus labios se separaron y se miraron fijamente. Con una sonrisa que no pudo evitar, él le dijo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ella sentía cómo su corazón estaba a punto de salir de su pecho. Ese había sido el beso más maravilloso que alguien le había dado y esa confesión la hacía más feliz que nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I love you too, Danny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Thanks God!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dijo él riéndose y luego le rozó los labios. Miró cómo el sol se ocultaba y ella antes de hacer lo mismo, pudo notar los ojos de él más claros que nunca, pero también pudo ver más allá y sintió que lo que le había dicho era verdadero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Luego de algunos minutos allí parados, se abrazaron y siguieron caminando por la playa sabiendo que estarían juntos hasta el final. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sin importar lo que sucediera, ellos siempre se amarían.&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/2364645851960335344-6083526549270742844?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6083526549270742844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6083526549270742844' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6083526549270742844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6083526549270742844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/sus-pies-hacan-contacto-con-la-arena.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-423822650015605253</id><published>2008-12-09T01:45:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:23:01.777-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/5841/anunexpectedendingvw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/5841/anunexpectedendingvw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;El pasto está mojado, seguramente por el rocío. Es un día de invierno, pero pareciera un día de verano. El calor es sofocante aunque una brisa suave no lo hace tan insoportable. Camino lentamente y él está a mi lado. Vamos muy lento. Hay tanto de qué hablar pero estamos en silencio. Tantas cosas que necesito decirle desde hace mucho tiempo, este parece el momento indicado. Se pueden oír el canto de los grillos que se encuentran a nuestro alrededor. Nuestras manos se rozan y siento un escalofrío que en una noche tan calurosa parecía imposible. Me quedo parada donde estoy, él sigue caminando unos pasos más pero cuando se da cuenta donde estoy vuelve atrás. Me mira fijamente y sus ojos celestes iluminados por la luz de la luna enfrentan a los míos. Si tan sólo pudiese hacer algo para poder demostrarle todo lo que siento por él. En un instante tomo su cara entre mis manos y sin pensarlo lo beso. Siento sus labios tan suaves, tan tiernos. Ojalá este momento nunca terminara. Nunca creí que me animaría a hacerlo. Pero de inmediato él me toma de la cintura y nuestros labios se despegan, abro mis ojos y me encuentro con los suyos llenos de confusión. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- What was that? I don´t understand.&lt;br /&gt;- I love you, Harry.&lt;br /&gt;- What? Are you talking seriously?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;- I´m sorry, Lis... But, you know, I love Izzy. I thought we were friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Todo se está tornando oscuro. ¿Cómo puede ser que nunca haya pensado que esto iba a pasar? En realidad nunca quise pensarlo. Estar con él era lo mejor que me podía pasar. Siempre estuve tan segura de que él sentía lo mismo por mí. Siento que mis ojos se llenan de lágrimas, pero no quiero que él se preocupe. No es su culpa, ni la de Izzy. Si tan solo pudiese retroceder el tiempo. Quiero desaparecer del mundo y no volver a verlo. No, no es verdad. Si no lo volviese a ver, moriría. Un día sin estar a su lado parece una tortura. Pero nuestra relación nunca va a volver a ser la misma. No puedo más, siento una opresión en el pecho que me saca el aire y un nudo en la garganta que me prohibe hablar sino quiero llorar. No puedo mirarlo a los ojos. Es mejor que lo hablemos otro día, esto es demasiado para una sola noche que parecía ser fantástica. Empiezo a caminar rápidamente en dirección por donde veniamos. Él empieza a correr detrás de mi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Lis, wait a second. We have to talk.&lt;br /&gt;- Not now, not tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Al hablar unas lágrimas se escaparon y empezaron a rodar por mis mejillas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;¿Por qué todo tiene que terminar así?&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/2364645851960335344-423822650015605253?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/423822650015605253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=423822650015605253' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/423822650015605253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/423822650015605253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/unexpected-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8013605824648855555</id><published>2008-12-09T01:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:44:11.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Standalones</title><content type='html'>Hace un año escribía standalones (es decir, fan fictions de un capítulo) a mis amigas.&lt;div&gt;Decidí compartirlos con ustedes, así que empiezo con &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"An Unexpected Ending"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, creo que me fue bien en el escrito del FIRST :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8013605824648855555?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8013605824648855555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8013605824648855555' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8013605824648855555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8013605824648855555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/standalones.html' title='Standalones'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-122865043311483554</id><published>2008-12-04T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:20:40.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>Emm, gracias por elegir el banner nuevo del blog ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por todo!&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-122865043311483554?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/122865043311483554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=122865043311483554' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/122865043311483554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/122865043311483554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4875261348821692559</id><published>2008-12-03T02:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:13:12.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival de danzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hace un par de horas vine del festival de danzas de Flor y me trajo recuerdos a cuando yo bailaba. Desde 1994 a 2006 fui una de las que estaban arriba del escenario. Quería subir una foto mía de cuando tenía 3 años y hacía de Campanita pero no la tengo en la compu -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo corto (sin comentarios), orejas gigantes xD (no fue mi mejor año)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tap. A Chorus Line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMy7z6BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HC18y8zY4k/s1600-h/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMy7z6BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HC18y8zY4k/s320/53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409730900322322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Había mejorado un poco con respecto al look xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tap. Baile Celta (lo amé)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMCAFgrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D29Z3cK1SLo/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMCAFgrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D29Z3cK1SLo/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409717764915890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jazz. Bailé una canción de Aladdin, por eso el vestuario de árabe.. (¿?) jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMIFOKRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OSyVOJLrl9E/s1600-h/1144789554_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMIFOKRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OSyVOJLrl9E/s320/1144789554_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409719397067026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tap. No me acuerdo que canción hice xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFLvlWozI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kiy5cLlcJK8/s1600-h/1144885073_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFLvlWozI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kiy5cLlcJK8/s320/1144885073_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409712820953906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El año que viene quiero empezar Celta *.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me decidiré?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo lograré?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Véalo en el próximo capítulo de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"El futuro bailarín de Lis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(¿?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es tarde, es tarde... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mejor me voy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-4875261348821692559?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4875261348821692559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4875261348821692559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4875261348821692559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4875261348821692559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/hace-un-par-de-horas-vine-del-festival.html' title='Festival de danzas'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STYFMy7z6BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HC18y8zY4k/s72-c/53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-73538918534112028</id><published>2008-12-02T18:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:57:17.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/7537/l8828bdfeee87e00201c960ds8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/7537/l8828bdfeee87e00201c960ds8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como el domingo me olvidé que era el cumple, le dedico un post al niño &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Douglas Lee Poynter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que el 30 de noviembre cumplió sus 21 añitos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque siempre va a ser el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizard Boy&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four String Boy&lt;/span&gt;, siempre el más pequeño, el más torpe con las damas, y el bajista más hot xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque siempre vamos a querer que vuelva a tener su &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lip ring&lt;/span&gt;, snif snif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz cumple atrasado a él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-73538918534112028?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/73538918534112028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=73538918534112028' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/73538918534112028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/73538918534112028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/12/dougs-b-day.html' title='Doug&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2077032460777059189</id><published>2008-11-28T22:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:20:12.405-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con las GG (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Con mis girlies, que son las que me hacen feliz cada día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A ellas les tengo que agradecer su compañía de todos los días y todas nuestras anécdotas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Maggie Darcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc7X-h3TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Y7JzuXdniQ/s1600-h/DSCN9964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc7X-h3TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Y7JzuXdniQ/s320/DSCN9964.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273887707513347378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Charlotte Bickerton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc7DFQUhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jHGNqg3Evog/s1600-h/luli-bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc7DFQUhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jHGNqg3Evog/s320/luli-bella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273887701904413202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Eileen Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc65uodMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OFxZbN-Uq6g/s1600-h/En-el-cumple-de-Euge-045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc65uodMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OFxZbN-Uq6g/s320/En-el-cumple-de-Euge-045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273887699393606850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jenny Troup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc6jvKtoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0BY-ysQJOks/s1600-h/DSCN9365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc6jvKtoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0BY-ysQJOks/s320/DSCN9365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273887693490271874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amy Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc6eFpX1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tOgmhUS5fOo/s1600-h/CA3669FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc6eFpX1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tOgmhUS5fOo/s320/CA3669FF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273887691973943122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Gossip Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2077032460777059189?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2077032460777059189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2077032460777059189' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2077032460777059189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2077032460777059189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/11/con-las-gg-l.html' title='Con las GG (L)'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/STCc7X-h3TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Y7JzuXdniQ/s72-c/DSCN9964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1536377318956548394</id><published>2008-11-26T21:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:08:18.595-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez falta menos</title><content type='html'>YAY! Ayer di química y mañana voy a saber como me fue.&lt;div&gt;Hoy di el escrito de italiano y dentro de 2 semanas voy a saber como me fue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si me preguntan como me fue, voy a hacer la gran Flor "No sé", jeje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faltan 10 días para el escrito del FIRST, pero no estoy nerviosa :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que todavía no caigo que falta menos de 2 semanas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que me siento preparada para darlo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que ya me resigné y que sea lo que Dios quiera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo bueno es que no tengo ningún examen más hasta el 6 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(si apruebo Química, y me pone por lo menos un 6 la de Historia ¬¬)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El 27 de diciembre: Muestra de Canto! Qué nervios! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo que practicar -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ojo, eh! Porque Melisendra, mi gran sobrenombre, viene de mi 1º nombre y de mi 2º nombre: Melisa Almendra. Apaaa! xD jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentira, no tengo 2º nombre :P pero hoy algunos se la creyeron xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mejor me voy a seguir con la tarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2364645851960335344-1536377318956548394?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1536377318956548394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1536377318956548394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1536377318956548394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1536377318956548394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/11/cada-vez-falta-menos.html' title='Cada vez falta menos'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8716879936771237191</id><published>2008-11-23T23:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:50:54.252-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>Faltando 20 minutos para que sean las 12 y empiece el Lunes, escribo una entrada para... no sé, jaja, just write.&lt;div&gt;Mañana empieza una semana que es tranquila y a la vez no. Casi todas las materias están cerrando pero falta el peor examen que es Química (parece que va a ser bastante difícil) pero por suerte me gusta y el escrito de italiano :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mucha tarea de FIRST -.- Catiii, dejá de matarnos! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo miedo! Faltan 2 semanas exactas para el FIRST! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacacionesss, vengan a mi!!!!! jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El 27 de diciembre la muestra de canto, qué nervios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero ver Twilight, pero tengo que esperar hasta el 1º de enero -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué bajón! A veces odio vivir en Argentina ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm, a ver, voy a poner algo de música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catalyst&lt;/span&gt; de Anna Nalick :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me gusta mucho Anna, son super tranquilas sus canciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me voy a estudiar Química y hacer tarea de inglés -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8716879936771237191?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8716879936771237191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1787109067246925154</id><published>2008-11-23T23:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:52:52.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Dadaísta</title><content type='html'>Una actividad que nos hizo hacer la profe de Literatura sobre vanguardias :P&lt;div&gt;Escrita con Lottie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"La bella rubia brillaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;por su debilidad por la música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;De regreso a su casa, soñó que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;su suave amante cenaba con bebés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Esa viva imagen evolucionó durante el día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;y el temor amoroso de su hermana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;diseñó nuevas pinturas de terciopelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;El primer año soñó con oro en su piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;una boda, un mar de luces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2364645851960335344-1787109067246925154?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-7735631544520413480</id><published>2008-11-16T23:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:29:49.800-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>We were both young when I first saw you&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer aire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And say hello, little did I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was cryin' on the staircase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beggin' you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Please, don't go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all there's left to do is run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escape this town for a little while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you were everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was beggin' you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Please, don't go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Romeo, save me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never comer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this in my head? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Marry me, Juliet, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;you'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you, and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-7735631544520413480?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/7735631544520413480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=7735631544520413480' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7735631544520413480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7735631544520413480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6708777697190509916</id><published>2008-11-16T23:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:11:35.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"... decide whether or not the goal is worth the risks involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If it is, stop worrying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6708777697190509916?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6708777697190509916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6708777697190509916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6708777697190509916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6708777697190509916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-7375343717603416060</id><published>2008-11-12T16:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:44:30.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck of the Day</title><content type='html'>Driving away from the wreck of the day&lt;div&gt;And the light's always red in the rear-view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperately close to a coffin of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd cheat destiny just to be near you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is giving up, then I'm giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, on love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving away from the wreck of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;just falling to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if this is giving up then I'm giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On love, on love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe I'm not up for being a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;victim of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all my resistance will never be distance enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving away from the wreck of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's finally quiet in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On love, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;on love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-7375343717603416060?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/7375343717603416060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=7375343717603416060' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7375343717603416060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7375343717603416060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/11/wreck-of-day.html' title='Wreck of the Day'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5789075920236173013</id><published>2008-10-21T23:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:09:39.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de la madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fotos que saqué el domingo en la quinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LB3M8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FfM8B7N5SSs/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LB3M8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FfM8B7N5SSs/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259794278929712002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCOyGMNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BjQFlZxpHUE/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCOyGMNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BjQFlZxpHUE/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259794285259534546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCPsAo2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/isgigTzTOAs/s1600-h/DSCN0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCPsAo2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/isgigTzTOAs/s320/DSCN0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259794285502440290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCdDJwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J9qoTEURr8g/s1600-h/DSCN0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCdDJwfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J9qoTEURr8g/s320/DSCN0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259794289089167858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con mana practicando una canción adentro de la pileta porque había buena acústica :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCqv4r2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XrDs_zs4kP0/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LCqv4r2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XrDs_zs4kP0/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259794292766453602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JPJF2wSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r6jDYpA6I4w/s1600-h/DSCN0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JPJF2wSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r6jDYpA6I4w/s320/DSCN0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792308046840098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JPoDFiBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vyACpnt2Uac/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JPoDFiBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vyACpnt2Uac/s320/DSCN0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792316356724754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JP1LaIiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g7DgjW3Lhfs/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JP1LaIiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/g7DgjW3Lhfs/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792319881290274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JQFb48zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FaO0JF29pdo/s1600-h/DSCN0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JQFb48zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FaO0JF29pdo/s320/DSCN0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792324245386034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JQiD-S8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6NRK_gVYis/s1600-h/DSCN0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6JQiD-S8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6NRK_gVYis/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792331929701314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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/2364645851960335344-5789075920236173013?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/5789075920236173013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=5789075920236173013' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5789075920236173013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5789075920236173013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/10/da-de-la-madre.html' title='Día de la madre'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SP6LB3M8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FfM8B7N5SSs/s72-c/DSCN0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5366894587013802881</id><published>2008-10-05T02:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:41:04.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado a la noche</title><content type='html'>Estoy aburrida escuchando &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POV&lt;/span&gt; de McFly.&lt;div&gt;Me arden los ojos, será porque dormí con el maquillaje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comimos una fondue de queso que me dejó con ganas de tomar 3 litros de agua (ya tomé 1.5 xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y después comimos chocotorta que estaba super rica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora el iTunes pasó a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down goes another one&lt;/span&gt;, también de McFly, obviamente :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La semana que viene los chicos van a estar en Brasil... :( que ganas de ir a verlos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;También tengo ganas de ir a ver a Paramore que "supuestamente" iba a venir a la Argentina pero no creo que eso suceda... encima iba a venir para la fecha de mi cumple u.u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tendría que haber hecho tarea, o por lo menos estar haciéndola... pero es sábado a la noche y de lo que menos ganas tengo es de hacer tarea! El tema es que seguro mañana a las 2 de la mañana voy a estar haciendo tarea de inglés o estudiando Realismo y Romanticismo para Literatura u.u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me puedo odiar por adelantado? :P jejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lies&lt;/span&gt; de Mcfly.... quiero las fotos del cumple de Eileen :P jeje... nunca las voy a tener -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me quiero ir a London YA!!! I wanna breathe English air... (¿?) jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm... que entrada rara, no? No la hice con ningún propósito, sólo para pasar el rato :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO GETS THE LAST , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO GETS THE LAST, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO GETS THE LAST LAUGH NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiii, Pako Madrid me acaba de confirmar como amiga en FB :) jejejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué injusto que lo hayan sacado de LAI! TENÍA que ir a la final -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonando &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only the strong survive&lt;/span&gt;... jejee y &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do ya&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling in love&lt;/span&gt; y ahora &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;, jejeje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo mucho sueñito así que me voy a dormir! Y a ver si termino Breaking Dawn de una vez :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindo domingo! y comienzo de semana ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-5366894587013802881?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/5366894587013802881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=5366894587013802881' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5366894587013802881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5366894587013802881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/10/sbado-la-noche.html' title='Sábado a la noche'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6199229601769422986</id><published>2008-09-30T20:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:56:25.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flasheo escrito con Amy</title><content type='html'>Lunes de la semana pasada...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fuera de joda, tu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POSH&lt;/span&gt; te tiene ganas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sabés que te tiene ganas a vos! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Y eso de dónde viene? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Las cosas de la vida xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jajajaja! Qué cosas? = yo sigo con mi teoría!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intuición femenina :P También es una teoría como la tuya (es obvio que vamos a terminar con nuestras teorías refutadas xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; De lo que estamos seguras es que somos nosotras ;) jaja. Lo volvemos ¡loko! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¡No! Por eso te digo que vamos a terminar con nuestras teorías en la basura xq seguro gusta de cualquier otra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mmm... nose nose jaja! = yo estoy casada asi que... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt; nos va a pegar si se entera! XS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Casada con quien? Con &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomi Frank&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes! He's my lover! jaja Y con &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ondi&lt;/span&gt; que onda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que onda con que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jaja, te gusta? Él de vos sí! te acordás? ;) Bue, uno para cada una. Vos elegí el tuyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mi corazón es sólo de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emm&lt;/span&gt; (y un poquito p/ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harricuchún&lt;/span&gt; xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mi corazón es sólo de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emm&lt;/span&gt;! ja, vos xq tenes alguien! yo quien tengo?? xD osea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tenés p/ elegir (tambores) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CUTI&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONDI&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jajaja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DAALE! Yo sé que sabés cual te gusta! Largá! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jajajaja. Tengo una idea! Que tal... chin chin. A partir de hoy empezamos la OBSERVACIÓN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dale! wiii, que diver! Pero eso es p/ saber cuál tiene onda con vos. A VOS QUIÉN TE GUSTA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jajaja como caí en esto? En realidad nose osea no puedo pensar en que uno de ellos me guste es raro! Me gusta el que guste de mi! jaja xD =NINGUNO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qué querés que te diga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lo que vos quieras xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mmm... Hosana, hosana! (8) Qué pizarrón de porquería!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TARADAAA! Sobre &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuti&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mondi&lt;/span&gt;! No sobre el pizarrón! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; JAJAJA!! ....... qué digo? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Se está re dando cuenta que el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POSH&lt;/span&gt; y que hablamos de él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Entonces no hablemos + de él y YA ESTÁ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Osea vas a reprimir tus sentimientos por él? wow eso es hacer todo por AMOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No entiendo, "reprimiría" mis sentimientos por él con que fin? NO EXISTEN TALES SENTIMIENTOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Apaa! Entonces son por &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONDI&lt;/span&gt;! :) esaaa! que tierna :D te buscas los más chuchis *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, my Edward!&lt;/span&gt; SISI, MUERO POR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONDU&lt;/span&gt; (?) JAJAJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know it! I know it! xD Soy feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mirá la marca de mi amor! -muestra el brazo manchado con marcador por &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuti&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Confession!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jajajaja! Vos te confesas yo me confieso -&gt; las dos nos CONFIRMAMOS! cuak xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yo me confesé? Cuando se pone el (?) no es serio. En cambio, vos no pusiste nada para que pareciera joda :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seee, claro además yo sí puse (?) jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No vale agregarlo ahora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xD jajaja. Ya fue! Yo muero por &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi&lt;/span&gt; y vos por &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emm&lt;/span&gt; (L). Quiero mi ficc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Entendí Scuti y yo O_O (por qué le agrega una S a cuti? xD) jaja. Algún día lo escribiré xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jajaja! Tenés la IDEA FIJAAA! Dale &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meel&lt;/span&gt; aceptalo, te vuelve locaaa! y no vale poner (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yo quiero que a vos te guste! DAAALE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Se está re dando cuenta! Yo no voy a confesar nada a menos que vos confieses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No tengo nada para confesar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Estaba pensando eso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que no tengo nada para confesar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo tampoco, así que acá termina esta conversación! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =( noo, hablemos de otra cosa! me aburrooo! Hablemos de mi ficc que vos vas a escribir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Voy a tener que pensar sobre que se va a tratar o en qué contexto. Hay algo que te interese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que sea "real" y que se trate de mi pero ustedes influyan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pero algo más?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Como que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; El de Rommy era en la playa, el de Val era de snowboard. Vos querés algo en especial? Alguna característica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yo quiero ser una jugadora posta de voley! Y saber alemán aparte de inglés cuak xD o sea estoy estudiando esos idiomas. Contexto este con algo más (bastante) de vida social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que tan largo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lo dejo a tu criterio! Ni muy muy ni tan tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pobre chicos! Si supieran las cosas que decimos de ellos xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6199229601769422986?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6199229601769422986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6199229601769422986' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6199229601769422986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6199229601769422986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/09/flasheo-escrito-con-amy.html' title='Flasheo escrito con Amy'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6000470909767414682</id><published>2008-09-10T22:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:07:09.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocahontas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SMh8olqzgVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EgRzHBHgMPc/s1600-h/1155355216_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SMh8olqzgVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EgRzHBHgMPc/s320/1155355216_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244578802821202258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Smith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pocahontas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pocahontas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[hugs him]&lt;/span&gt; I'm so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;John Smith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For what? This? I've gotten out of worse scrapes that this. Can't think of anything right now, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pocahontas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[tearfully]&lt;/span&gt; It wouldn've been better if we never met. None of this would've happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;John Smith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pocahontas, look at me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pocahontas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't leave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Smith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You never will. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;forever.&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/2364645851960335344-6000470909767414682?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6000470909767414682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6000470909767414682' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6000470909767414682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6000470909767414682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/09/pocahontas.html' title='Pocahontas'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SMh8olqzgVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EgRzHBHgMPc/s72-c/1155355216_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4805932398902804390</id><published>2008-09-10T22:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:51:12.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how or when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love made its way through sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filling the aire with tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Illuminating our hearts' darkest side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-4805932398902804390?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4805932398902804390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4805932398902804390' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4805932398902804390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4805932398902804390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-matter-how-or-when-love-made-its-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-3229736498329150382</id><published>2008-08-31T23:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:11:13.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Quotes of Midnight Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SLtXBzx7xvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_-xuRHpfQk/s1600-h/midnight.sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240878279966836466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SLtXBzx7xvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_-xuRHpfQk/s320/midnight.sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if had been Bella imagining me with my arms wrapped around her fragile body? Feeling me pull her tightly against my chest and then cupping my hand under her chin? Brushing the heavy curtain of her hair back from her blushing face? Traicing the shape of her full lips with my fingertips? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leaning my face closer to hers&lt;/span&gt;, where I could feel the heat of her breath on my mouth? Moving closer still...&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;With every fiber of my being, I ached to be a normal man, so that &lt;em&gt;I could hold her in my arms without risking her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emmett:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You really love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't even describe it, Emmett. She's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whole world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I don't see the point of the rest of the world without her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;After all, it really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she would. Never see me as someone worthy of love. Never. Could a dead, frozen heart break? &lt;strong&gt;It felt like mine would.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant that I could be with Bella.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I realised in that moment that I wanted to answer her questions. Not because I owed it to her. Not because I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her to &lt;em&gt;know me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yearned for sleep&lt;/span&gt;. Not for oblivious as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to dream. Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to dream of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I ever tell her how sorry I was?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the stupid mistakes I'd made.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my never-ending selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that she was so unfortunate as to have inspired this first, tragic love of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry also for the things beyond my control -that I'd been the monster chosen by fate to end her life in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't love me the way I love her -such an overpowering, all-consuming, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;crushing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would probably break her fragile body. But she felt strongly enough. Enough to subdue the instictive fear. Enough to want to be with me. And being with her was the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;greatest happiness I had ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her existance was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;There was something truly wrong with the order of the universe if someone so good and so breakable did not merit a &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardin angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to keep her out of trouble. Well, I thought with dark humor, &lt;em&gt;at least she has a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardian vampire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;My life was an unending, unchanging &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was rising now, right in the middle of my midnight?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wouldn't want an Edward?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-3229736498329150382?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/3229736498329150382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=3229736498329150382' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3229736498329150382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3229736498329150382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/08/favourite-quotes-of-midnight-sun.html' title='Favourite Quotes of Midnight Sun'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SLtXBzx7xvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_-xuRHpfQk/s72-c/midnight.sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-923357926489706396</id><published>2008-08-19T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:14:13.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time has come to say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is setting in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth's turned out to be a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's over, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hum yourself a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; but baby don't you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cause mine's been ripped and torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now, it's getting dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bury me with my guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on the way to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; I'll play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2364645851960335344-923357926489706396?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/923357926489706396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=923357926489706396' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/923357926489706396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/923357926489706396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6162873629607490908</id><published>2008-08-18T02:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:50:09.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal Humor</title><content type='html'>Mmmmmmmmmm, ¿por qué vendrá de un momento para el otro sin que nosotros lo estemos esperando?&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;insportable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estar de mal humor! Y mucho más para el que nos acompaña.&lt;br /&gt;Pero es inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sentís que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;todo está mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, que querés estar solo y escuchar música depre. Hoy tenía ganas de salir al balcón para que el viento me despejara un poco y escuchar algo lento como &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de Paramore, que me hace llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Una de las mejores cosas para cuando se está de mal humor es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;llorar&lt;/span&gt;, ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;Es una forma de descargarse.&lt;br /&gt;En general uno sabe porque esta de mal humor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy yo no sabía... y me preguntaba: ¿Será porque hoy quería salir a la noche, pasear por Puerto Madero, charlar y hacer estupideces o será otra cosa?&lt;br /&gt;Mientras miraba la luna que estaba llena y me hacía acordar a hombres lobo que desencadenaba, inevitablemente en &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... y después con la letra de la canción de Cristian Castro: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Tengo tanta sed de tí que me cuesta respirar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; inevitablemente me llevaba a pensar en el&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sr. Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Habría que hacerle un juicio a la Sra. Meyer por haber creado un hombre tan perfecto y deseable, que sabés que no existe. O estás &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; segura que no existe en ninguna parte del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé... habría que averiguar. ¿Alguna quiere investigar conmigo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6162873629607490908?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6162873629607490908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6162873629607490908' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6162873629607490908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6162873629607490908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/08/mal-humor.html' title='Mal Humor'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-507820973255551954</id><published>2008-08-12T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:48:37.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Written chat with Amy in class</title><content type='html'>Un día, bastante antes de las vacaciones, a Amy y a mi se nos dio por hacer esta conversación durante la clase de Físico-Química.&lt;br /&gt;Primero empezamos criticando a la profe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ¿Dónde consigue pantalones tan feos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jajaja, para mí que se los hacen a pedido especial! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ¡Quizás los hacen ellas mismas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Y quién te dice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIANCONI'S TALLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talles especiales! jeje xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JAJA! ¿Y los animal prints de dónde los sacan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jaja! Para mi que en los viajecitos que hacen se traen un par de animalitos! Re-contrabandistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MAL! JAJA! Pero igual como son ellas, se los dejamos pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(entra al aula un ex-compañero nuestro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! ODIO A MATTEO! ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yo tmb! Es tan... tan... Idiota! Viste que parece como que se desarma? O sea como que el cuerpo y la mente no le coordinan! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nada le coordina! Ni siquiera me da pena xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JAJAJA! Mal! Pena me da el triste pero tierno y él no es nada de las dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tal cual. Lara, ¿cómo que te perdiste? Es fácil el tema! PLEASE, 10 en FQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Que super conver! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-507820973255551954?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/507820973255551954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=507820973255551954' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/507820973255551954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/507820973255551954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/08/written-chat-with-amy-in-class.html' title='Written chat with Amy in class'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-6159456145372780947</id><published>2008-08-11T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:10:23.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Away</title><content type='html'>Hola! Cómo andan? Bueno, la verdad que lo mío es... vergonzoso. Un mes y medio sin pasarme po acá. I know, soy lo menos u.u'&lt;br /&gt;Es que julio con las pruebas que nos tomaban antes de la vacaciones, los trabajos prácticos y demás cosas nos aniquilaron y después en las vacaciones hasta mi flog dejé abandonado, de lo cual todos se sorprendieron, jeje.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, 2 días antes de retomar las clases, estoy de vuelta para darle un poco de vida a este blog, jeje.&lt;br /&gt;Perdón por mi ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Igual por la cantidad de personas que leen este blog ¬¬&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-6159456145372780947?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/6159456145372780947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=6159456145372780947' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6159456145372780947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/6159456145372780947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-away.html' title='Been Away'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1009831287623651178</id><published>2008-07-01T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:38.837-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGmkfAlavjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5leJp51XONU/s1600-h/sunsetPlayadeLosAmericas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217882495925272114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGmkfAlavjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5leJp51XONU/s320/sunsetPlayadeLosAmericas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see&lt;br /&gt;What's around me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find&lt;br /&gt;What I trully &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you feel that &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; understands&lt;br /&gt;What's up in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's possible you may find&lt;br /&gt;That it's &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; being alone to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hollow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Which doesn't allow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To cross the sea.&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/2364645851960335344-1009831287623651178?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1009831287623651178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1009831287623651178' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1009831287623651178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1009831287623651178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/written-by-me.html' title='Written by me'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGmkfAlavjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5leJp51XONU/s72-c/sunsetPlayadeLosAmericas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8460850397788102095</id><published>2008-06-29T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:39.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAWEM3G8-SM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's another song for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life isn't fair for the people who care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stick your nose in the air and that's how you go far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So go tell your lovers, your fathers and brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your sisters and mothers how lucky they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light speed, out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hurt, but I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put you fist in the air, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raise your voice and declare, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing: We don't care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We don't care)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We don't care)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's another song for the radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here's another line from the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't pretend you hate us when you sing along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cuz we all look the same in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.A temptations, or music sensations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's great expectations that weigh on our heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's to the liars who dream and conspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Against the admired, we hope you drop dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light speed, out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hurt, but I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put you fist on your chest, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raise your voice and protest, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing: We don't care, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We don't care)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We don't care)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's another song for the radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here's another line from the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't pretend you hate us when we sing our songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cuz we all look the same in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't, we don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't, we don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't, we don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't, we don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(one for the radio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's another song for the radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here's another line from the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So don't pretend you hate us when we sing our songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cuz we all look the same in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's another song for the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(song for the radio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's another line from the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(o o o o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't pretend you hate us when you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cuz we all look the same in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(from the radio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cuz we all look the same, we all look the same in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(from the radio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cuz we all look the same, we all look the same in the dark&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217499806708725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGhIbkKK9wI/AAAAAAAAACs/dCzOVu0J_Ok/s320/onefortheradio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8460850397788102095?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8460850397788102095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8460850397788102095' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8460850397788102095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8460850397788102095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-for-radio.html' title='One for the Radio'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGhIbkKK9wI/AAAAAAAAACs/dCzOVu0J_Ok/s72-c/onefortheradio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-102543464940315660</id><published>2008-06-27T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:39.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGRhc9f-7cI/AAAAAAAAACk/JunafnuSJ4E/s1600-h/alfie25.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216401418574818754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGRhc9f-7cI/AAAAAAAAACk/JunafnuSJ4E/s320/alfie25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I myself subscribe more to the European philosphy of life, my priorities leaning towards wine, women and... well that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you meet a beautiful woman, just remember somewhere there's a man who's sick of shagging her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0490050/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are two things I've learned in life: find someone to love and live everyday as if it were your last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But even when you know it has to end, when it finally does, you always get that inevitable twinge: Have i done the right thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems to me the problems you worry yourself sick about never seem to materialize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the ones that catch you unexpectedly on a Wednesday afternoon that knock you sideways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What have I got? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I'm single. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah... unattached, free as a bird... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life's my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't have peace of mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... what's the answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I keep asking myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's it all about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-102543464940315660?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/102543464940315660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=102543464940315660' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/102543464940315660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/102543464940315660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/alfie.html' title='Alfie'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SGRhc9f-7cI/AAAAAAAAACk/JunafnuSJ4E/s72-c/alfie25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2269725576267188561</id><published>2008-06-23T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:39.741-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicentennial Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SF8efMoyQ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/cCuvRPkY_50/s1600-h/embeth_davidtz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214920414835393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SF8efMoyQ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/cCuvRPkY_50/s320/embeth_davidtz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001624/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rupert Burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do they say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you can lose yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All boundaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That two bodies can become so mixed up, that you don't know who's who or what's what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just when the sweet confusion is so intense you think you're gonna die... you kind of do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving you alone in your separate body, but the one you love is still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a miracle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can go to heaven and come back alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can go back anytime you want with the one you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001624/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rupert Burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you want to experience that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, yes, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001624/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rupert Burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So do I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Marjorie Bota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew Martin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always tried to make sense of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be some reason I am as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, Madame Chairman, I am no longer immortal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;President Marjorie Bota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have arranged to die? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a sense I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am growing old, my body is deteriorating, and like all of you, will eventually cease to function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a robot, I could have lived forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I tell you all today, I would rather die a man, than live for all eternity a machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Marjorie Bota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you want this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858106/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Marjorie Bota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mister Martin, what you are asking for is extremely complex and controversial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will not be an easy decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must ask for your patience while I take the necessary time to make a determination of this extremely delicate matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I await your decision, Madame Chairman, thank-you for your patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[turns to Portia and whispers]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even understand you some of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm not about to invest my emotions in a machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's right for most people in most situations isn't right for everyone in every situation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real morality lies in following one's own heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if this really works between us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and I will never be accepted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't be married or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be in love with someone that is about to marry someone else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Immediately following the death of "Little Miss"]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will every human being that I care for just... leave? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm afraid so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That won't do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0912916/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galatea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the words of the great Andrew Martin, "It's a pleasure to be of service". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001110/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[looking to Andrew]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2269725576267188561?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2269725576267188561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SF8efMoyQ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/cCuvRPkY_50/s72-c/embeth_davidtz7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-9146763307996073142</id><published>2008-06-19T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:27:24.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>By Lottie</title><content type='html'>Siii un super finde tuvimos! (L) lo amé. Que cosa rara yo aca escribiendo en un blog :P. Me acabo de acordar de mi myspace, que lo super abandoné pobrecillo!!. Y supongo que Valelí también. Gracias por ese finde, que hicimos de todo, y comí como una gorda chanchaa, además al otro día el dia del padre, asique muchisimas más calorías. Si hoy fui al gym, resistí la tentación, del "doscorazones de feltfort" (chocolate) que me trajo mi mami, todo para que el viernes se vengan los churros! (L) (Ya veo que vamos, y no hay, o queda uno y justo lo compraron antes que nosotras y se lo comen adelante nuestro.. "musiquita asesina" chin chin "musiquita de sierra eléctrica" chi chin. jajajaja.Hoy, depués del gym, fui a la endocrinóloga, para llevarle los resultados del análisis de sangre, y paso algo horrible. Primero que es una boluda y la médica no sabe bien si estoi enferma o no ¬¬. Segundo cuando volvíamos, se puso al lado nuestro (mi papa y yo) un tipo con campera y capucha, (tenía cara de chorro) y nos miró mal, y me agarró el cagaso, o sea estaba con mi papá, pero daba miedo el tipo, no se violador y borracho (xD) La cuestión es que nos empezó a "encerrar" y justo llegamos a la puerta de Coto, y nos metimos, y el tipo hizo lo mismo. Nos quedamos viendo unas cremas, y el tipo paso, nos corrimos, y el tipo volvio a pasar. :S :S Horrible,. Nos quedamos un ratito más haciemdo tiempo, y salimos, y a una cuadra de mi casa, pasan 2 tipos fumando, pero fumando Marihuana, ensima cuando paso por al lado de nosotros, nos tiro todo el humo, y qedamos dados vuelta masomenos... Un día muyy felizzz ^^ ¬¬A todo esto se le suma, que estoi media mal por manza, no quiero molestarte con esto meli.. pero snif.. estoi como... nose rendida (? ya no hablamos, es sólo el saludo de la mañana. Y nose que pensar, a veces siento que es otra persona totalmente diferente con la que hablaba por msn. Bueno creo qe es eso, use tu blog para desahogarme, thank u babyy :)Loveee u (L)Lottie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-9146763307996073142?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/9146763307996073142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=9146763307996073142' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/9146763307996073142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/9146763307996073142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-lottie.html' title='By Lottie'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-8498784454230728037</id><published>2008-06-19T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:39.927-02:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnQgwn9VLI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ya04btuOvZk/s1600-h/if-only.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213427304884950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnQgwn9VLI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ya04btuOvZk/s320/if-only.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to soldier on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t... want to soldier on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ian, if I were to stay in London now, it would be for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would do that in a heartbeat if I knew we were really special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never tell me how you feel or talk about yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't want to meet my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You forgot my graduation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We run into my favorite student and you act as if he has something contagious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ian, I know you have the best intentions, but I feel like I'm a really high second priority to you. That hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the worst part is I'm starting to get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there had just been one day Ian, one day where nothing else matters but us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I adore you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be adored, I want to be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't do this anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh I Love you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna tell you why I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's... It's raining, you know that right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn't allow myself to truly feel it until today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, because of you... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed... and I've learned that if you do that, then you're living your life fully... it doesn't matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So thank you for being the person who taught me to love... and to be love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to say anything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5FeYrU-wq3U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5FeYrU-wq3U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-8498784454230728037?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/8498784454230728037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=8498784454230728037' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8498784454230728037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/8498784454230728037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnQgwn9VLI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ya04btuOvZk/s72-c/if-only.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1088850335206660890</id><published>2008-06-18T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:40.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnMbjCBduI/AAAAAAAAACM/7iomw6aHQEU/s1600-h/TheNotebook016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213422817290319586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnMbjCBduI/AAAAAAAAACM/7iomw6aHQEU/s320/TheNotebook016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dearest Allie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I hope to give to you forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be seeing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote you 365 letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote you everyday for a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wrote me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's not gonna be easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want all of you, forever, everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me... everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001687/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think our love can make miracles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001687/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think our love, can take us away together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think our love can do anything we want it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001687/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Allie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001687/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be seeing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2364645851960335344-1088850335206660890?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1088850335206660890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1088850335206660890' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1088850335206660890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1088850335206660890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFnMbjCBduI/AAAAAAAAACM/7iomw6aHQEU/s72-c/TheNotebook016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4727570178075509324</id><published>2008-06-16T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:40.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'>What dreams may come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcbJMJg1JI/AAAAAAAAACE/29h2Z26i0_Y/s1600-h/WHATDRE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664938398536850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcbJMJg1JI/AAAAAAAAACE/29h2Z26i0_Y/s320/WHATDRE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001711/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, when you lose, you win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for every kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time I saw them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For your guts, for your sweetness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, you were my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I apologize for everytime I ever failed you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially this one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[to Ian]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was going through fucking HELL, I'd only want one person in the whole goddamn world by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000421/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not about understanding... it's about not giving up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001711/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For killing my children and my sweet husband? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to be around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-4727570178075509324?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4727570178075509324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4727570178075509324' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4727570178075509324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4727570178075509324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What dreams may come'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcbJMJg1JI/AAAAAAAAACE/29h2Z26i0_Y/s72-c/WHATDRE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1140648398481817106</id><published>2008-06-16T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:40.436-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcWCsZ61eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RbchTfNKvg4/s1600-h/Patch_Adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212659329240061410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcWCsZ61eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RbchTfNKvg4/s320/Patch_Adams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter Patch Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you because I know no other way then this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter Patch Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's wrong with death sir? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are we so mortally afraid of? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death is not the enemy gentlemen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we're going to fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter Patch Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to become a doctor so I could serve others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because of that, I've lost everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've also gained everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter Patch Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you have the ability to keep me from graduating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can keep me from getting the title and the white coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't control my spirit, gentlemen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't keep me from learning, you can't keep me from studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you have a choice: you can have me as a professional colleague, passionate, or you can have me as an outspoken outsider, still adament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way I'll probably still be viewed as a thorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I promise you one thing: I am a thorn that will not go away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0429296/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunter Patch Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope not, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-1140648398481817106?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1140648398481817106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1140648398481817106' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1140648398481817106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1140648398481817106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/hunter-patch-adams-i-love-you-without.html' title='Patch Adams'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFcWCsZ61eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RbchTfNKvg4/s72-c/Patch_Adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-3532773515447151735</id><published>2008-06-16T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:41.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado Gossip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LAS 16.15 YA ESTABAMOS TODAS EN CASA PARA PARTIR. Eramos: Amy, Jenny, Eileen, Maggie, Lottie y yo. Nos tomamos el 92 al Alto Palermo. Obviamente ya arriba del colectivo, chicas criticándonos, como hablábamos, nuestros gestos, cómo estábamos vestidas. Llegamos al Alto Palermo y a hacer la cola para Starbucks. Menos de una hora por lo menos :P y llegó Vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Por qué había un &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flogger&lt;/span&gt; atendiendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX3zf9mohI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PPpp2o6p3p8/s1600-h/14-06-08_1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX3zf9mohI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PPpp2o6p3p8/s320/14-06-08_1730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212344607876489746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX3z62ZT2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QUkxNahnyJM/s1600-h/14-06-08_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX3z62ZT2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QUkxNahnyJM/s320/14-06-08_1747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212344615094013794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frappés (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30E5X3GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-9-nc16iVI/s1600-h/14-06-08_1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30E5X3GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-9-nc16iVI/s320/14-06-08_1832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212344617790856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30dNgmDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8qR7BKKsc-Y/s1600-h/14-06-08_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30dNgmDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8qR7BKKsc-Y/s320/14-06-08_1835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212344624317765682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30vq35LI/AAAAAAAAABA/yDfD0NhyFfU/s1600-h/14-06-08_1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX30vq35LI/AAAAAAAAABA/yDfD0NhyFfU/s320/14-06-08_1844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212344629272765618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Después tuvimos que correr para no llegar tarde a la peli, nos congelamos y ni siquiera sentíamos nuestras manos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llegamos justo para &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; the City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pesar de estar en la 3º fila pude sacar una buena foto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX7im98YoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OgPtbrgz4tU/s1600-h/14-06-08_2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX7im98YoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OgPtbrgz4tU/s320/14-06-08_2108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212348715745698434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Después un par de fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX80LmOZvI/AAAAAAAAABo/cy2lP9QElgk/s1600-h/14-06-08_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX80LmOZvI/AAAAAAAAABo/cy2lP9QElgk/s320/14-06-08_2128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350117147731698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX8zdo31XI/AAAAAAAAABg/hdQyCkhZ0J4/s1600-h/14-06-08_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX8zdo31XI/AAAAAAAAABg/hdQyCkhZ0J4/s320/14-06-08_2122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350104810804594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX8yyhQtyI/AAAAAAAAABY/1BHLaoBi8A0/s1600-h/14-06-08_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX8yyhQtyI/AAAAAAAAABY/1BHLaoBi8A0/s320/14-06-08_2121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350093236156194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Después a casita y vimos algunos temas del Tour de Madonna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comimos Lays, Pringles, Habanitos y brownies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hablamos de tribus urbanas xD y "bailé electro a lo flogger". Llegamos a llorar de la risa. Después hablamos y hablamos hasta quedarnos dormidas :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amé el sábado con uds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX7hzXYClI/AAAAAAAAABI/juUh_lK5cfE/s1600-h/14-06-08_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2364645851960335344-3532773515447151735?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/3532773515447151735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=3532773515447151735' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3532773515447151735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/3532773515447151735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/sbado-gossip.html' title='Sábado Gossip!'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/SFX3zf9mohI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PPpp2o6p3p8/s72-c/14-06-08_1730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-1685717330501321662</id><published>2008-06-16T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:04:13.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;EL VIERNES UNA HORA LIBRE Y SALIMOS A LAS 12.45. Después de almorzar y dormir un rato, acompañé a Vale a averiguar algunas cosas para el bingo de su curso. A las 4 fuimos a la casa de Lottie porque ella, Jopi y yo nos queríamos cortar el cabello. Por ende, fuimos a la peluquería de en frente de la casa de Lott. Como queríamos que Jopi se cortara un poco ese flequillo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flogger&lt;/span&gt;, después de que uno de los peluqueros "le cortó", le insistimos para que se lo volviera a cortar, ya que para algo iba a pagar. Como justo el peluquero de Lott estaba terminando con ella, le ofreció de cortarle, bárbaro... hasta ahí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la caja:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cajero:&lt;/span&gt; Son $14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cajero:&lt;/span&gt; Lo tuyo es $63.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lottie paga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lott:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Cuánto está el corte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cajero:&lt;/span&gt; $35 y los dos cortes de ella (apunta a Jopi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale:&lt;/span&gt; Perdón, ¿le vas a cobrar los dos cortes de flequillo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cajero:&lt;/span&gt; Sí, te tengo que cobrar dos, porque fue con dos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coiffeurs&lt;/span&gt; diferentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rubia operada "dueña":&lt;/span&gt; ¿Qué pasa? ¿Las chicas no quieren pagar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lott:&lt;/span&gt; Ya pagué ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dueña": &lt;/span&gt;Voy a llamar a los &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coiffeurs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale:&lt;/span&gt; No le pueden cobrar dos cortes diferentes. Nadie nos avisó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Coiffeur"&lt;/span&gt; que le cortó a Lott y a Jopi: &lt;/span&gt;Me convencieron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dueña": &lt;/span&gt;No les prestes atención. Las &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenas&lt;/span&gt; ya lo saben, pasa que no quieren pagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale:&lt;/span&gt; Bueno, entonces ya sabemos, no hay que volver acá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dueña":&lt;/span&gt; ¡Ay, nena! ¿Qué te crees? ¿Que vivo por vos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale:&lt;/span&gt; No, pero si sigue así, no va a venir nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dueña":&lt;/span&gt; Jovencitas y... (no escuchamos xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lott&lt;/span&gt; (antes de salir): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VIEJA BOLUDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cerrado con portazo ;D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguante mi participación! Jajaja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale, es la justiciera ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahora se viene la denuncia al local, aunque no va a servir de nada xD jaja&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/2364645851960335344-1685717330501321662?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/1685717330501321662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=1685717330501321662' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1685717330501321662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/1685717330501321662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/fringes-back.html' title='Fringe&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-7118828976898724850</id><published>2008-06-12T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:09:39.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff written by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes i just don´t want to see around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I want to hide ´cause i´m afraid of what can appear outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Please, hold me tight, hug me until the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I desire waking up right beside you and verify everything´s right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We should stop looking at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe it´s time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you leave me, I won´t die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But some nights I ´ll have to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-7118828976898724850?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/7118828976898724850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=7118828976898724850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7118828976898724850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/7118828976898724850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-stuff-written-by-me.html' title='Old stuff written by me'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-9143170170350114913</id><published>2008-06-12T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:08:22.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I just waiting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the perfect man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The marvellous gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who'd put me over everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The protective guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who'd stare me as I fall asleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The loving boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who'd support me 'till the end of the days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am just waiting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the inexistant man...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmm, salió lo que salió xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-9143170170350114913?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/9143170170350114913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=9143170170350114913' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/9143170170350114913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/9143170170350114913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/man.html' title='The man'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-5569387090255305239</id><published>2008-06-10T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:43:36.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando el fin de semana</title><content type='html'>AL FINAL HOY EL DÍA NO RESULTÓ TAN MALO COMO ESPERABA, dí la clase de Cooperativo que salió &lt;em&gt;quite well &lt;/em&gt;y casi doy la integradora de biología pero decidí que la doy mañana, así que acá estoy, repasando. Tendría que haber hecho la tarea de historia y haber estudiado Psicología, pero esas son cosas menores xD jajaja. Bueno, mientras tendría que estar haciendo las cosas de la escuela, no puedo evitar dejar volar mi mente, la cual vuela al próximo fin de semana, porque se viene &lt;em&gt;Alto Palermo+Sex &amp;amp; the city+Starbucks+sleepover&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me encantan las salidas Gossip Girl! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aunque esta vez sí vamos a tener que dormir porque al día siguiente, es el Día del Padre y tenemos que estar medianamente despiertas :P&lt;br /&gt;Ya estoy de mejor humor que estos días que pasaron, por suerte. Pienso que ya mañana a esta hora no voy a estar tan presionada :) Soy feliz, jaja.&lt;br /&gt;Bueeeno, pronto me reporto xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-5569387090255305239?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/5569387090255305239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=5569387090255305239' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5569387090255305239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/5569387090255305239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/esperando-el-fin-de-semana.html' title='Esperando el fin de semana'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-4193005263354896654</id><published>2008-06-09T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:19:00.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profesoras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calificaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presión'/><title type='text'>¿Qué se creen?</title><content type='html'>Arghh!! Me da bronca que las profesoras se crean que sus materias son las únicas que tenemos. Por ejemplo,  que la de Cooperativa nos mande a hacer el SUPER trabajo práctico de una semana a la otra, encima con un grupo que ella formó pero la verdad da pena y obviamente yo me tengo que encargar de todo, sino para mañana no tenemos nada, aunque el grupo de Charlotte es peor, en el mío tengo alguien quien me ayude xD&lt;br /&gt;Y tener que estudiar de un día para el otro para pruebas de las que no tengo ni idea, o tengo la mitad de la idea y es como un gran &lt;em&gt;OUCH!&lt;/em&gt; a lo Homero Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;Odio sentirme todo el tiempo presionada por el reloj, que van pasando las horas y tengo que tener todo organizado sino estoy en el horno porque tengo 43534 trabajos, 32476 exámenes y 3842 orales. Dejame de joder! Si esto ya es así en 4º, no me quiero imaginar en la facultad, NO!! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;Justo en el año más difícil de la secundaria tenía que empezar Portugués y Canto, dar el FIRST, confirmarme, seguir con Italiano y obviamente no poder dejar de ir al Gym? Y sí, tenía que ser yo u.u'&lt;br /&gt;Desde Marzo más o menos que estoy deseando tener vacaciones porque se me pasaron volando y no me rasqué lo suficiente como para equilibrar con lo que me están matando ahora, porque la verdad a mi no me dan ganas de hacer todos los trabajos que nos mandan y tener que estar estudiando todas las semanas, naaa, dejame de joder! Cuando llego a mi casa, ya sea de Canto, de Italiano, del Gym, etc., me quiero rascar a 8 manos, no a ponerme a hacer tarea!&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente que así no voy a tener todo 10 como me exigen en casa ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's kind of obvious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Y tampoco es que tenga OH, las malas notas, me cerraron con un 6 (por 1º vez) en Psicología, pero dsp todo 8, 9, 9.50 y 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, come on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-4193005263354896654?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/4193005263354896654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=4193005263354896654' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4193005263354896654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/4193005263354896654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/qu-se-creen.html' title='¿Qué se creen?'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364645851960335344.post-2170436076788060249</id><published>2008-06-08T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:27:30.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What a couple of shitty days!</title><content type='html'>LLEGÓ LA HORA DE LA DESCARGA. Si no fuera por el blog de Ginnie, nunca se me hubiese ocurrido hacerme uno.&lt;br /&gt;Hay millones de veces que me pongo a pensar en cosas, pero son temas "profundos", cosas de las que no hablo con nadie pero igualmente dan vueltas en mi cabeza. A veces agradezco que nadie pueda ver lo que pienso. Muchas personas se asustarían, hasta las que me conocen muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos temas me dan ganas de llorar, como últimamente, que me siento muy susceptible y me pregunto: "Será la &lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;adolescencia?". Si de esto consiste, espero que se termine &lt;strong&gt;YA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y no sé por qué cuando me siento así prefiero estar sola y escuchar música lenta y llorar tranquilamente, que soy un poco masoquista? No! Les parece! Jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;Por más de que esta primer entrada sea así de bajón, juro que no soy así personalmente. Soy re pila pila... Na, a quién quiero engañar? Soy super pancha, pero con buen humor (¿?).&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Espero volver más up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364645851960335344-2170436076788060249?l=lis-wickham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/feeds/2170436076788060249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364645851960335344&amp;postID=2170436076788060249' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2170436076788060249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364645851960335344/posts/default/2170436076788060249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lis-wickham.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-couple-of-shitty-days.html' title='What a couple of shitty days!'/><author><name>Lis Wickham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795023085581737649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjqUS4VE45I/Scmn4vLAuoI/AAAAAAAAALU/vmYRHXF8ujM/S220/mi+cara2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
