<?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-48287037307221662</id><updated>2012-01-13T19:36:21.759-08:00</updated><category term='no te rias pero esta noche me ha dado por escribir pero no voy a decir cual es mi fuente de inspiracion'/><category term='summer2010'/><category term='photography.'/><category term='snake'/><category term='boys and feelings are a weird combination sometimes'/><category term='reward'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='ya me voy por que mi papá hizo pancakes de desayuno'/><category term='bank'/><category term='secret.'/><category term='rock climbing'/><category term='spring'/><category 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a tough one and im feeling weird and sentimental now'/><category term='about me'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='elias'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='writing'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='profile'/><title type='text'>es un dia de lluvia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Diamante - Entre Ríos Province, Argentina</georss:featurename><georss:point>-32.0499992 -60.4500008</georss:point><georss:box>-32.4852487 -60.7559178 -31.6147497 -60.1440838</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2974304203834907197</id><published>2012-01-10T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:14:27.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudad de México</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mi viaje a la Ciudad de México consistió en lo siguiente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pasar tiempo con mi familia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;pasear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;tomar fotos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;andar en metro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Y muchas otras cosas más...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXMudns9BBE/TwzYa0U-ohI/AAAAAAAAAC8/79srgT5i2E0/s1600/DSC07329.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXMudns9BBE/TwzYa0U-ohI/AAAAAAAAAC8/79srgT5i2E0/s320/DSC07329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abdinQKksvM/TwzYifbmROI/AAAAAAAAADc/iwZGfcHBpXI/s1600/DSC07391.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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center;"&gt;Abajo hay un par de fotos que creía haber perdido... pero ahi están, un recuerdo de años pasados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz año nuevo a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Y feliz cumpleaños a Bryan, Beto, y a todos los que cumplimos años hoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4raR1dr4iY4/R6lDwElRWSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YQmnXXYngrk/s1600/emmita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-525442006461418220</id><published>2011-12-15T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:57:52.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examenes Finales</title><content type='html'>He escrito varios parrafos para introducir lo que hoy he venido a decir, pero los borré todos porque ninguno habia capturado el pleno mensaje, tal y como es, sin rodeos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se acabó el semestre! Y estoy feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque obtuve una mejor calificación de la que esperaba en Fisiologia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque faltan 5 dias para irme de viaje a México. Y otros mas para viajar al otro lado del mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque me esforcé y pude ver los resultados (no como Cristobal Colón, que nunca supo que había llegado al Nuevo Mundo, y no a India).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque si! Porque, a pesar de todo, fue un semestre interesante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero mas que nada, porque obtuve una mejor calificación de la que esperaba en Fisiologia. Te conté?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias a Dios. Hasta aquí nos ayudó Jehová!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me despido con una foto:&lt;br /&gt;Mi mamá me compró stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOr9yWr8G0E/TurBKx-EC9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fVMrAh436vw/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-15+at+19.46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOr9yWr8G0E/TurBKx-EC9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fVMrAh436vw/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-15+at+19.46.jpg" width="320" /&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/48287037307221662-525442006461418220?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/525442006461418220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=525442006461418220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/525442006461418220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/525442006461418220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/12/examenes-finales.html' title='Examenes Finales'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOr9yWr8G0E/TurBKx-EC9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fVMrAh436vw/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-15+at+19.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2029250317682269140</id><published>2011-10-15T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:01:28.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo orejas de pescado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tengo vagos recuerdos de un cuento que escuch&amp;#233; en la primaria, acerca de un ni&amp;#241;o que decid&amp;#237;a no escuchar ciertas cosas. Como cuando su mam&amp;#225; le ped&amp;#237;a que sacara la basura el dec&amp;#237;a: no oigo, no oigo, soy de palo, y tengo orejas de pescado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah pues, a mi me han dando ganas de hacer de cuenta que no oigo nada de lo que la gente habla de mi, y tener orejas de pescado para no escuchar el murmullo pronunciado a mi espalda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Es triste cuando uno demuestra un mayor nivel de respeto al tratar con personas ajenas, y ser recibido con una mirada despreciable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bien me lo han aconsejado: todo comentario que no sea constructivo y &amp;#250;til hay que olvidarlo. Mientras mi consciencia est&amp;#233; tranquila, hay que dejar que la gente hable y que su peque&amp;#241;a mente degradada contin&amp;#250;e en su pensar. Y que hablen todo lo que quieran. Total, yo se a qui&amp;#233;n hay que darle cuentas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitivamente no es a ellos a quien debo darles cuentas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He dicho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2029250317682269140?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2029250317682269140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2029250317682269140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2029250317682269140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2029250317682269140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/10/tengo-orejas-de-pescado.html' title='Tengo orejas de pescado'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6230525951754886864</id><published>2011-10-10T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:21:28.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he acts like he's not interested in you, it is most likely that he's not interested in you. Lesson learned :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then when you're not interested anymore, they want to return and win you back all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ummm, no. I don't think so, dude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cambiando de tema,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayer, 9 de octubre del 2011, Camila se present&amp;#243; en el Gibson Amphitheatre aqu&amp;#237; en Los Angeles. Yo estuve ah&amp;#237; y fui feliz cantando con ellos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abrazame,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coleccionista de Canciones,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo Cambi&amp;#243;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;S&amp;#243;lo para ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Las cantamos todas :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6230525951754886864?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6230525951754886864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6230525951754886864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6230525951754886864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6230525951754886864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-grief.html' title='Good grief!'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2052561859914477699</id><published>2011-10-03T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:47:48.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was walking inside the school cafeteria, from the soda vending machine to the snacks vending machine. I&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;saw&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Motorcycle Hair &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt; walking towards the exit door on the opposite side. We took a class together last fall, a year ago. It was nice seeing he's doing well, I was just too shy to talk to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend I went to Knotts Scary Farm with some church friends. It was an enjoyable night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different note, one of my favorite books of all time was written by Stephanie Perkins, and she released a new book on September 29, last Thursday. I finished reading this new book on Sunday. It was ok, but my favorite is still &lt;i&gt;Anna.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2052561859914477699?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2052561859914477699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2052561859914477699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2052561859914477699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2052561859914477699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-weekend-and-other-stuff.html' title='This weekend and other stuff'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2159306573920633005</id><published>2011-10-02T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:42:54.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no te rias pero esta noche me ha dado por escribir pero no voy a decir cual es mi fuente de inspiracion'/><title type='text'>Cartas de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sé que estoy equivocada, pero he llegado a pensar que tengo la colección de cartas de amor mas impresionante del mundo. Estoy hablando en un sentido completamente mundano. Porque si hablamos de una verdadera carta de amor, Cantares nos gana a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi memoria más remota relacionada con una carta de amor se traslada a mi primer año de secundaria.&amp;nbsp;No estoy hablando de recaditos curiosos escritos en pedacitos de papel, secretamente intercambiados por debajo del escritorio mientras el profe enseñaba matemáticas en segundo grado de primaria, si no de cartas envueltas apropriadamente en un sobre, párrafos completos escritos a puño y letra por un chico enamorado. No recuerdo cómo llegó a mis manos la primera carta de amor que recibí. Quizá un amigo del amigo del autor la pasó de contrabando a mi mochila azul mientras yo estaba distraída haciendo conservas de durazno en mi taller de Industrias Alimenticias. Era una tarjeta salpicada con suficiente cantidad de perfume para que hasta la fecha siga teniendo su fragancia, y dos hojas de cuaderno con versos escritos en ambos lados. Por ejemplo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me gusta la nieve,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me gusta el helado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pero lo que mas me gusta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es estar a tu lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Una cosa yo te pido,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No se si me la darás.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buscalo en este verso,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; En el escrito estará.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si me das lo que te pido,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olvidarme no podrás.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Después de leer esta carta, y otras más que le siguieron por el mismo autor, supe que tenía en mis manos una herramienta de comunicación con la que me volvería a topar al transcurrir los años.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En mis años de adolescencia, hubo una ocasión en la que, por una carta leída por alguien a quien no era dirigida, fui&amp;nbsp;descubierta confesando mi incapacidad de olvidar mis sentimientos por alguien del pasado. Me sentí traicionada al saber que ese pedazo de papel, el que había preparado sólo para los ojos de un destinatario, haya sido leído por ojos ajenos. Qué sabía yo acerca de la traición. Fue un episodio trivial de el cual ahora me acuerdo y lo paso por olvidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuando con mi relato...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubo un jóven en mi vida, hace mucho tiempo, al que veía muy seguido. O mejor dicho, nos veíamos todos los dias en la escuela. Recibí de él una carta y otra, y otra, hasta el punto en el que hicieron tantas, y tuve que buscar una caja para contenerlas todas. Era una caja de zapatos, forrada de papel brilloso, azul. Generalmente eran hojas de cuaderno, dobladas en tres, muchas veces escritas a lápiz, y en hojas de cuadrícula; mensajes inocentes que intentaban transmitir un cariño juvenil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fue en la segunda decada de mi vida cuando descubrí el internet en su apogeo, y por ende, el uso acertado del fabuloso correo electrónico. Abrí mi cuenta de correo cuando la capacidad limite de almacenamiento eran 2MB, creo. Me entristecía tener que borrar muchas de las conversaciones que intercambié con varios personajes a través de correos electrónicos. Serían una verdadera gema que aún existieran esos pedacitos de información, 10 años después; así como viajar en una maquina del tiempo; no dudaría en recordar cientos de pequeños detalles que fueron escritos y ahora escapan mis recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La tecnología ha ido avanzando con el tiempo. Mi colección ha ido creciendo también. Quizá una cosa en mayor magnitud y proporción a la otra.&amp;nbsp;Al crecer yo, y la tecnología conmigo, mi concepto de cartas de amor se transformó a un formato digital. Relaciones románticas, de larga y corta distancia, alimentadas por el constante envio de correos y mensajes, iniciaron, crecieron, y a veces terminaron por medios digitales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengo párrafos que expresan más de lo que una conversación de frente pudo haber expresado. Son mis cartas, y hay unas que, al leerlas de nuevo aunque hayan pasado años, me derriten las emociones de nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gracias, de verdad gracias. Porque tengo que reconocer que si hay algo que me cuesta es abrirle mi corazón a alguien... entregarme sinceramente, como un niño. De manera natural tú te fuiste ganando mi corazón... pero llevó mucho tiempo para que se fuera abriendo por dentro. Y cuando uno entrega algo de si, se siente frágil, vulnerable. Fue así que [...] porque tus palabras me llenaron nuevamente de vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;           &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdón, porque te fui dando mi corazón a la vez que se cerraba el tuyo, y no me supe dar cuenta a tiempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al estilo confesión, he de reportar que muchas veces regreso y leo lo que yo misma he escrito para alguien, y me sorprenden mis palabras, y las letras que expresan mis sentimientos del pasado. Yo escribí eso? No puede ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es impresionante como el dia se transforma en noche, a veces rapidamente, a veces suavemente, a veces positivamente, a veces no tanto. Pero hoy por hoy, se que esta noche, con tan solo recibir la sorpresa de encontrar noticias tuyas nuevamente en mi buzón, se transformó el dia, la tarde, y la noche.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;este dia va llegando la luna, para que mañana la persiga el sol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sin embargo, lo más bonito es leer las historias y detalles bonitos del pasado. Es lindo reaccionar y saber que alguna vez esos pensamientos fueron escritos pensando en mí. Fue escrito para mi? No puede ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya lo he mencionado; a mi corta edad descubrí la capacidad que las palabras habladas no pueden entender, y el poder de las letras para transmitir la idea adecuada. No te ha pasado que lo que no puedes decir de frente, muchas veces es mas sencillo decirlo con letras,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;escribiendo todo en una hoja de papel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o en un cuadro electrónico para mandarlo a una bandeja de correo electrónico;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;un mensaje de texto enviado a deshoras de la noche,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o letras plasmadas en las piedras mismas, con un marcador;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o haciendo un video con fotos y una canción bonita escuchándose de fondo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Sea cual sea el método de entrega, el objetivo fue transmitir sentimientos, emociones, o ideas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Un piropo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;una confesión,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;una disculpa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;una invitación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo he leido todo, creo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De la misma manera, he escrito incontables cartas sabiendo que sólo yo leería, sabiendo que no llegarían a las manos de quien fueron inspiradas. Todo se va aumentando a la suma de recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Son secretos que guardaré.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unos en material tangible, como mis cartas de papel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otros solo en memoria digital, como mis correos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otros solo en mi recuerdo... como las letras que desaparecen con el tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como los sentimientos que desaparecen con el tiempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2159306573920633005?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2159306573920633005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2159306573920633005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2159306573920633005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2159306573920633005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/10/cartas-de-amor_03.html' title='Cartas de Amor'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5784158933741561992</id><published>2011-09-23T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:19:40.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am so glad it&apos;s friday but it&apos;s been a tough one and im feeling weird and sentimental now'/><title type='text'>Paragraph soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFx9I5kglW8/TnxFRyecYlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qmXLJUeFA58/s1600/falling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFx9I5kglW8/TnxFRyecYlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qmXLJUeFA58/s320/falling.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allow me to repeat what the caption says: "I wish I had a parachute, because I'm falling for you and I can see the ground approaching, but I'm not sure what to do." It's not true, at this point, that I'm actually falling for someone. Remember how I told you about that little crush I had/have? Well, it's in the back of my brain now. I have not given it much thought, but the idea is still there. I'm not sure what to do, that's for sure. Maybe I do not have to do anything. Just stand back and enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On other unrelated news, I've been watching a &lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;marathon... I'm &lt;b&gt;barely&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the second season, on the 17th episode or so. I cannot believe how much I love George O'Malley as a character. And Izz Stevens! And Addison Montgomery. And Preston Burke. I miss the original characters, that is all.&amp;nbsp;Also, the eight season premiered yesterday... and I have yet to watch that 2-hour long episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving right along, did I mention that I went to the L.A. County fair this past weekend? It was quite fun. All that food: caramelized apples, watermelon, pickle, beef jerky, chicken kabob, cotton candy, and so much more... I need food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In addition, I had an interesting academic week. On Wednesday our professor explained to us the process of Glycolysis, the Krebs Cycle, and the Electron Transfer Chain. We are to learn all that and more for the upcoming (and second) Physiology exam scheduled for Sept. 28. As a matter of fact, we were not allowed to leave the classroom until we individually recited the 9 major steps of the Krebs cycle. I will not bore you with the details, but, as a note to self, allow me to recite the following: A molecule of Acetyl CoA plus Oxaloacetate form Citrate, converted to Isocitrate, converted to alfa-ketoglutarate, converted to Succynil CoA, converted to Succinate, converted to Fumarate, them Malate, and then turns back into Oxaloaxetate again. Rinse and repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I mention that I'm taking a PE class this semester? Body development. We hit the field today, and quite a workout it was! First time using tires... we dragged them, jumped on them, carried them, all kinds of exercises. Basically, I get my but kicked every Tuesday and Thursday.&amp;nbsp;Voluntarily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I have several things planned for October. Starting with a night visit to Knott's, a concert, more quizzes and exams, midterms, movie releases... I'll talk about all of it at it's due moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the meantime, know that yesterday, or during the entire month, there were various celebrations. Several friends' birthdays, actual births, weddings, Independence day celebrations, return to school celebrations. All kinds of them. The month is not officially over, but I just like to think that it'll be ending in a high note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5784158933741561992?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5784158933741561992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5784158933741561992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5784158933741561992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5784158933741561992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/09/paragraph-soup.html' title='Paragraph soup'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFx9I5kglW8/TnxFRyecYlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qmXLJUeFA58/s72-c/falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8352605545307018715</id><published>2011-09-21T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:25:04.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un-friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;noun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;the emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s2"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;a relationship between friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s2"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;a state of mutual trust and support between allied nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might have been a little mean to say what I said, but I was just being honest when I replied to that text message. It had happened once already, and this time I wasn't just gonna stay quiet and swallow my words. You had kinda sent the idea that you didn't want to be my friend at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it was the way you said it - that you hadn't called or texted because you had been having a bad year. We've all been having a bad year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's good that you wanted to be left alone, work on yourself, but you could have said so in the beginning. Either way, you just don't ignore your friends for an entire year, just because you've been having a bad year. What are friends for, if not to be there for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You lost me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or, I guess I lost you first.&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/48287037307221662-8352605545307018715?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8352605545307018715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8352605545307018715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8352605545307018715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8352605545307018715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-friendship.html' title='un-friendship'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-32095656372657324</id><published>2011-09-20T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:49:29.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ya me voy por que mi papá hizo pancakes de desayuno'/><title type='text'>Caminito de la escuela</title><content type='html'>Eran las 3 de la mañana y aún estaba despierta. Quiero saber qué es lo que me mantuvo en vela hasta tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es 20 de septiembre. En 10 días inicia el periodo de solicitud de admisión a la universidad. Tengo planes de solicitar admisión al siguiente ciclo escolar. No deja de sorprenderme lo complicado que es explicar los sistemas educativos de este país. Estaba leyendo los requisitos de admisión y comienza a preocuparme el no tener suficientes clases requeridas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas son las materias que me faltan por cursar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filosofía&lt;br /&gt;Historia 1&lt;br /&gt;Historia 10&lt;br /&gt;Matemáticas 54&lt;br /&gt;Microbiología&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estas son las que estoy cursando este semestre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisiología 3&lt;br /&gt;Ciencias Políticas 1&lt;br /&gt;Música 32&lt;br /&gt;Educación Física&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te cuento que ayer, Lunes, recibí mis calificaciones del primer examen parcial de Fisiol. Me fue bien. Por poco y me saco una A, pero esta vez no se me hizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo clase en 2 horas y aún estoy en mi casa… Hoy no quiero ir a la escuela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-32095656372657324?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/32095656372657324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=32095656372657324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/32095656372657324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/32095656372657324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/09/caminito-de-la-escuela.html' title='Caminito de la escuela'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7405048709426588538</id><published>2011-09-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:46:10.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys and feelings are a weird combination sometimes'/><title type='text'>When I feel like writing</title><content type='html'>First and foremost: I have a new boy-crush. And I'm very close to absolutely believeing that he has either no idea, or no interest. Most likely both. It's a very recent crush too, so I am not expecting anything to come out of if. I am expecting, though, to get over it and move on. Of course it is not meant to be, right? How will I ever find out if I didn't give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;I sort of love the inital phase of liking someone: how I slowly start to feel something, and slowly daydream about someone, and at the same time I slowly deny my feelings to myself, I deny that what I possibly feel is possibly real. The more I try to forget about these newfound emotions, the more I am reminded of how lonely I feel, and how much I long for a &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No, but really. Eventually, if I give it enough time and thought, one of two things happen:&lt;br /&gt;1) I fall for him&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2) I forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for someone is not the easiest thing to do. Or to accept. But when it happens, when I finally accept that I like someone, I just get so excited, and happy, and I smile about everything. It even helps my pimples go away.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting is... sometimes easy. Actually, no, it is not. But you see, I like to believe that I am a very rational person, and that I put reason before heart many times. This makes it easy sometimes, to let go when I know it's right. I had a somewhat recent episode with this type of situation, and, to be honest, I always knew that my brain would be so much stronger that my heart on that one. It was not easy, at all. But, it kinda worked out for the best at the end, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ugh, this post sucks. There, it's out in the open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7405048709426588538?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7405048709426588538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7405048709426588538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7405048709426588538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7405048709426588538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-feel-like-writing.html' title='When I feel like writing'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5246690758023198924</id><published>2011-09-01T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:23:34.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que día tan largo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mis ojos son mas fuertes que yo en este momento. Lucho por mantenerlos abiertos pero pierdo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M&amp;#225;s detalles otro dia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5246690758023198924?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5246690758023198924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5246690758023198924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5246690758023198924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5246690758023198924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-dia-tan-largo.html' title='Que día tan largo...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7879577673941741428</id><published>2011-08-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:00:00.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verano de Verdades II</title><content type='html'>Querido Diario,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, no verdad!? Me equivoqué de página.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sí te puedo contar es que esta semana inició el nuevo semestre escolar. Han pasadado ya dos dias; dos dias de madrugar y estar rodeada de desconocidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que el verano está por terminar, hay bastantes detalles que me gustarían quedaran grabados en la historia de estas páginas. Fue un verano especial por varias razones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se puede decir que mi aventura veranieaga comenzó en Mayo, cuando junto con el Club de Guías Mayores de la iglesia, nos fuimos a escalar la montaña... Es hasta mediados de Julio que mi memoria alcanza a descargar más detalles. Fuimos a un lago impresionante, hacia el noroeste de la ciudad. Y de ahí mis recuerdos se brincan a las interminables tardes en las que jugué videojuegos, leí las novelas de otras vidas, corrí algunos días, fuí a la alberca también, y me quedé con las ganas de andar mil kilómetros en bicicleta. Mi hermano Luis estuvo aqui durante este verano, y esa fue una gran alegría en nuestra casita. No puedo pasar por alto las casi inumerables veces en las que fuimos al cine solo a pasar el rato y ver las escenas taquilleras mas recientes. Una amiga está por casarse, y tuve la oprtunidad de pasar tiempo ayudandole en algunos preparativos, y teniendo algunos ultimos momentos para celebrar nuestra amistad. En ese mismo estilo, salí a platicar o pasear con amigos que por motivos de agendas saturadas no había visto o platicado con, en mucho tiempo. También, el 28 de Julio fuí a escuchar a unos amigos dar un concierto. Fue interesante ver cómo la música es un medio de comunicación conocido universalmente. Mi hermano Bryan no estuvo en la ciudad por la mayor parte del verano. Obtuvo una beca para hacer un internado en Washington DC, la capital del pais. Y cuando por fin regresó, a principios de Agosto, fue lindo escuchar de sus experiencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El evento con el que cerré con broche de oro mi verano fue mi paseo al lugar mas feliz del mundo, según el genio Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7879577673941741428?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7879577673941741428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7879577673941741428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7879577673941741428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7879577673941741428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/08/verano-de-verdades-ii.html' title='Verano de Verdades II'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8013113075159758870</id><published>2011-08-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:44:20.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>en caso de emergencia</title><content type='html'>Me hace falta practicar mis palabras favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;Me hace falta hablar en español, y pensar en español.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que es una de las cosas que mas extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nostalgia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nostalgia es una tristeza melancólica que surge por el recuerdo de una pérdida. Suele experimentarse cuando una persona está &lt;i&gt;ausente de su patria&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;i&gt;extraña a su gente. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si. Tengo nostalgia. Por el pasado, y por las cosas que cambian, aunque hayan sido cambios buenos. En ocasiones me pregunto, ¿por qué es tán difícil dejar atrás el pasado? Es que, bien me han enseñado los profesores de Historia, el que no conoce su pasado está condenado a repetirlo. Y claro, el presente se trata de formar nuevos recuerdos. Y avanzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin,&lt;br /&gt;con la novedad que hoy fue mi segundo dia de clases. Si. Creo que estoy emocionada un poco mas de la cuenta este semestre. Quizá se debe a que es mi primer semestre yendo a la escuela como una estudiante normal, tomando el mayor numero posible de créditos (unidades). Tengo una clase en la que las noticias del dia son material de lectura obligatorio.  En lo personal, prefiero no leer las noticias, porque siempre aparecen notas muy tristes... como lo que acaba de suceder en Monterrey, o el huracán Irene que pasó por New York. &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/politics/la-pn-obama-jobs-20110830,0,3413608.story"&gt;Aquí hay una nota acerca de política, por ejemplo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etcétera, etcétera.&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a aprovechar las últimas horas del dia, y seguir leyendo este capítulo acerca de protones, neutrones, y electrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8013113075159758870?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8013113075159758870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8013113075159758870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8013113075159758870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8013113075159758870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/08/en-caso-de-emergencia.html' title='en caso de emergencia'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4863616194851531876</id><published>2011-03-22T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:38:29.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahia Sebastian Vizcaino, Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/magisstra/5363154639/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5363154639_aa860fa638.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/magisstra/5363154639/"&gt;Bahia Sebastian Vizcaino, Mexico&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/magisstra/"&gt;magisstra&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) from space&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4863616194851531876?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4863616194851531876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4863616194851531876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4863616194851531876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4863616194851531876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/03/bahia-sebastian-vizcaino-mexico.html' title='Bahia Sebastian Vizcaino, Mexico'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5363154639_aa860fa638_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3152201151647478618</id><published>2011-03-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:48:26.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story of my life</title><content type='html'>It's true.&lt;br /&gt;I have the habit of dumping my ideas on an abandoned blog, every time my brain cannot stay quiet. Today is March 14, 2011. I get paid tomorrow. I also have a chemistry test tomorrow. It will be the first exam of my semester. I wish I had gotten more hours of sleep last night; I am going to need energy to study. Probably throw myself an all-nighter. I want to do well. I like my classes. And Dr. O is a neat professor. The assignments have been helpful, yet I constantly find myself longing for more hours of study time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a med student. Sort of. Mostly, I miss my friends. And I miss science. I also miss the possibility of, someday, being a doctor. Now that dream is farther away than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. My hopes are up, that I will ultimately reach that ladder of personal satisfaction. I find myself daydreaming, very constantly, about the future, and of how much I want to make a move already, get that journey started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say well: the longest journeys begin with the first step, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I began to ramble about academic topics, and school. Because my emotions are the ones currently ruling. And I'd rather not talk about that right now. Saved by the bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3152201151647478618?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3152201151647478618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3152201151647478618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3152201151647478618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3152201151647478618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-of-my-life.html' title='story of my life'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8269347064198403907</id><published>2011-03-13T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:10:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving forward</title><content type='html'>... that's what we should all be doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8269347064198403907?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8269347064198403907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8269347064198403907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8269347064198403907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8269347064198403907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving-forward.html' title='moving forward'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2421484984011825256</id><published>2011-02-14T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:23:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pink monday?</title><content type='html'>Guess what!? Today was the most exciting day of the month! It's finally here! I've been waiting for this day since ever...!&lt;br /&gt;No, not Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the new semester.&lt;br /&gt;The first day of Spring 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our weekly dates in the evening &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2421484984011825256?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2421484984011825256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2421484984011825256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3777402061836489204?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3777402061836489204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3777402061836489204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3777402061836489204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3777402061836489204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/02/sequioa-national-forest-ca.html' title='Sequioa National Forest, CA'/><author><name>la de 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type='html'>1/11/11...&lt;br /&gt;muchos unos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cual es tu numero uno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5263219262524486707?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5263219262524486707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5263219262524486707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5263219262524486707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5263219262524486707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-palindromo.html' title='Un palindromo'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1685732049552667586</id><published>2010-12-31T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:27:56.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Memories</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the Sudafrica World Cup?&lt;br /&gt;It was in 2010. This summer, actually.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the final in my living-room, with a broken antenna, barely working.&lt;br /&gt;And Mexico's last game, too, before they got eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Iker Casillas cry and smile, all in the same minute.&lt;br /&gt;And heard about el Pulpo Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new phone early November. My first smartphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many crushes I developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my two-weeks-notice at my first real, not summer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget about finally getting my drivers license!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my facebook on October 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read... books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember those two times I had minor surgery at the podiatrist!? twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this strong image in my head, of the buildings in he corner of where I would wait for the bus on my way to school this last Fall semester. Keep in mind I had a new job, and therefore had to go on an alternate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the bus so much makes me recognize people I see almost every day taking the same route(s) as I am. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then there was Jared From The Bus On Monday...&lt;br /&gt;And Motorcycle Hair Rory,&lt;br /&gt;and Hola Crayola Joey.&lt;br /&gt;and Smart Clark Kent,&lt;br /&gt;also Maybelline Brownie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't remember wrong, it was also in the 1999-2000 New Years Eve/New Years transition that happened to be on a Friday-Saturday. I was living in Mexico at that time, in a pink house on a street called Allende, like the Mexican Insurgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 10 years ago... It feels so... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Instead of writing an 'oh wow, last post of the year, im so emotional' blog entry, I did a soup of posts for the last week, one each day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel creative now. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1685732049552667586?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1685732049552667586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1685732049552667586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1685732049552667586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1685732049552667586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/other-memories.html' title='Other Memories'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3420192951363731350</id><published>2010-12-30T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:29:27.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 winter rain storm work hamburger LA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Or I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to wake up early tomorrow, in the cold, in the wind... and go to work for half a day. On New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking earlier... and I came up with my favorite reason of why 2010 was a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A.J.:&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a good year because I met you. &lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget about that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon that, I am able to remember other reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Like, how much I enjoyed my Summer semester and classes at school.&lt;br /&gt;How nice it felt being on vacations at last, and going to the Pathfinders camporee.&lt;br /&gt;How awesome my trip to Mexico was, in February.&lt;br /&gt;How my co-workers decorated my desk the day before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Like, how I spent Christmas with siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not annoyed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other unrelated stories, I went to my favorite bank today and opened a Savings account. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a little haircut today. Not short hair, but just a few milimeters cut off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3420192951363731350?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3420192951363731350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3420192951363731350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3420192951363731350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3420192951363731350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8745320839231692521</id><published>2010-12-29T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:48:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City</title><content type='html'>Ah, the city.&lt;br /&gt;The hidden treasures at Downtown Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Like Union Station.&lt;br /&gt;And City Hall Building.&lt;br /&gt;And Central Library.&lt;br /&gt;And Bunker Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found/ took a new route home from work today. It was... different. I felt like I was sight-seeing, in my own city, in my own back yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8745320839231692521?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8745320839231692521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8745320839231692521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8745320839231692521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8745320839231692521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/city.html' title='The City'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1307582439506645672</id><published>2010-12-28T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:23:36.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>Today is the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;And, really, this week is taking forever. I don't know if it is my work that is keeping me busy, super busy, and hoping that the day just swooshes by without feeling all the pressure on my shoulders, or the drowsiness of not getting enough hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I am very positive that working is a blessing. Imagine what it would be like to not have anything to look forward to in the mornings...&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Today had a very cold morning. During the winter it is when I feel most tired, and my will to get to work becomes slightly larger than my will to stay in the warmness of my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1307582439506645672?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1307582439506645672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1307582439506645672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1307582439506645672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1307582439506645672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1998749553262168889</id><published>2010-12-27T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:30:36.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 winter rain storm work hamburger LA'/><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to spend time with my brothers today.&lt;br /&gt;We made a late evening trip to the neares in-n-out and I grubbed into some delicious animal-style fries.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, this Monday had begun as a very lousy one.&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly tired from not getting enough sleep the night before, and I'va had a headache all day, and I didn't want to get out of bed this morning, cuz it was too cold, and I've been sleepy the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;But... I was truly grateful to see the sun rise over LA this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Because, aside from the storn that had been lingering above us for the past 8 or 9 days, I was starting to miss the clear blue skies, and a little bit of sunshine through my window.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Today is the last Monday of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to panic.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;But kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel giddy about the plans and expectations for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1998749553262168889?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1998749553262168889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1998749553262168889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1998749553262168889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1998749553262168889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8793626741653966058</id><published>2010-12-26T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:39:47.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After</title><content type='html'>Today is the day after Christmas. It was a very normal Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I did receive an e-mail from my friend Elias. And it was, as always, one of my favorite things to read today. I miss being able to talk to my good friends as frequently as I liked to.&lt;br /&gt;And me being on vacations has given me the time to dedicate time to the things I do not usually get to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8793626741653966058?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8793626741653966058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8793626741653966058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8793626741653966058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8793626741653966058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/after.html' title='After'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1260889964825073895</id><published>2010-12-25T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:15:10.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the event of</title><content type='html'>Being 12 minutes past 12/25/2010, I am writing this post. For you.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make an outline of what 2010 was like for me... Because, as I begin to remember all the things that have happend during this year, I can only think about the positive details that are, truly, the ones inspiring me to bring my thoughts to this keyboard right now. I know it's late, and i know I will be waking up early tomorrow. But still. I cannot help it. I am, in one way or another, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, I promise. I need to write about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1260889964825073895?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1260889964825073895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1260889964825073895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1260889964825073895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1260889964825073895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-event-of.html' title='On the event of'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4450990191340362937</id><published>2010-10-26T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:22:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leyes, Libros, &amp; Los cuentos de La emma</title><content type='html'>by Emma Ariana Cortes on Monday, March 16, 2009 at 10:47pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el titulo lo pense mientras venia en el camion. bus, camion, autobus, colectivo. Para mi siempre va a ser camion, no importa que cambie de ciudad... Sip. Por fortuna, habia sido un buen dia hasta ese momento. Por la sonrisa que adornaba mi carita, decidi marcarlo en la historia. Eran las 5 y cacho de la tarde. Oh, casi las 6, por que me sali tarde del trabajo por terminar de arreglar un expediente que va ir a corte el miercoles [Leyes]. Alguien me habia dicho que mi nuevo monopatin estaba chido. Y que estaba "kinda cute". Y la verdad es que poder ir por la calle a mayor velocidad que la peatonal es algo nuevo para mi. Siento que ese margen de 2 minutos, 2 segundos, puede marcar la diferencia en que alcance a subirme o no al Super 7. Hasta mi cabello disfrutaba el aire que me pasaba al patinar. Llegue a la estacion, solo para enterarme acerca del nuevo horario de transporte publico. 5 minutos de espera, 5 minutos de desespera. Hay un par de canciones que me acompaniaron. Obvio. Definitivamente el Super 7 es mas rapido que el 7... Llegue justo 5 minutos despues de iniciar mi clase [Libros]. Geometria! Por fin! Muy en el fondo, no soy tan mala para las matematicas, creo. =P Ves!? [Puro cuento]. Exito rotundo el monopatin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4450990191340362937?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4450990191340362937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4450990191340362937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4450990191340362937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4450990191340362937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/10/leyes-libros-los-cuentos-de-la-emma.html' title='Leyes, Libros, &amp; Los cuentos de La emma'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1744597519216459335</id><published>2010-10-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:13:28.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malibu beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Beware of shortcuts</title><content type='html'>The plans for that sunny Sunday morning were to go rock climbing. Our usual, and favorite place to do so is a beach called Point Dome, right next to Santa Monica and the Malibu Mountains. It was the first time during the summer that I was going to have the opportunity to lay in the sand for a while, get a little toasted, and stretch my muscles for a bit. Because, if I remember well, my Summer of '10 was filled with endless nights of working on math problems, and planning nutrition diets, as well as waking up at 6 going to work at 8 o'clock in the morning (we did get an A on both classes, though). So, the beach it was! And I was excited! I had my camera ready to take all the pictures that I would later want to put up on Facebook and show off to all my friends, and tag my brothers and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning (for it to be a Sunday, yes). Instead of running up the hill and being the first to do rappel or rock climb, I instead spread my blanket on the sand and snoozed for a little while ('cause I also had to work on my "tan" , remember?). Afterward, I walked towards the ocean and felt the cold water with my cold toes... and did the typical sand writing procedure that one does when you go to the beach and write something on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I finally decided to put on my running shoes and go up the mountain. I had been up that same hill before, I thought I knew the trail by memory, and I already wanted to be up there, to rappel down the 25 meter fall down the face of the mountain. I had to walk up there by myself, as my dad was assisting my brother to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking up just fine, until I noticed that there was a shortcut on the trail, and that if I took it, I would get to the rappelling-area sooner. Until I saw a snake, I realized that this shortcut had not been the best idea. Instead of going back to the main trail, and continuing going up, I was discouraged and frightened, and went back down to the beach-area. I didn't go back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impatience, and deviation off the right trail taught me a lesson and made me reflect upon the paths that I often walk, or take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we are walking the walk of faith. We see the main trail, decide to walk up with enthusiasm, sometimes even run on our own, not minding that Jesus stay a little ahead from us as long as he is still there. And we go. And then we see a snake, a sign of danger or the slightest demonstration of difficulties in this life; and what do we do? We run down the mountain, often to the same place from where we stared from and, sometimes, never get up to start walking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let this happen to you. Do not be discouraged be the temptation that the enemy puts in your way. He means to scare you. But, you already know that when you get to the top of the mountain, the view is spectacular, and something great awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless you in this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1744597519216459335?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1744597519216459335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1744597519216459335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1744597519216459335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1744597519216459335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/10/beware-of-shortcuts.html' title='Beware of shortcuts'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2378678222107946861</id><published>2010-09-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:56:20.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Septiembre</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2378678222107946861?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2378678222107946861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2378678222107946861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2378678222107946861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2378678222107946861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/09/septiembre.html' title='Septiembre'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1211470380955485430</id><published>2010-08-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:50:50.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Pathfinder Camporee '10</title><content type='html'>Southern Californa Conference Hispanic Pathfinder Camporee-&lt;br /&gt;i feel it was a nice experience, to see the enthusiasm and joy of young kids getting excited about the whole camping process :) I really enjoyed being around to see for myself what it is all about. I think it is my first Pathfinder camporee ever... like in my whole 22 yrs. of existence so far, this was the first time I had ever been to one. And i want to join, and be a counselor now!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1211470380955485430?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1211470380955485430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1211470380955485430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1211470380955485430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1211470380955485430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-from-pathfinder-camporee-10.html' title='Back from the Pathfinder Camporee &apos;10'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5886005496309078404</id><published>2010-06-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:41:52.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm missing out</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like i'm a bench player, watching the game from the sideline, asking myself when will it all start to make sense and be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5886005496309078404?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5886005496309078404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5886005496309078404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5886005496309078404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5886005496309078404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-missing-out.html' title='i&apos;m missing out'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8997806592315598293</id><published>2010-04-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:17:01.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cometí el error mas grande de mi vida?</title><content type='html'>Me siento a pensar... en el pasado. Y en lo que pudo haber sido. Y sabía que estaria aquí, haciendome esta pregunta, vez tras vez, tras vez... Y no have nada mas que ponerme triste. Saber que pudo haber sido diferente. Es frustrante ver todo enfrente, y tener que decir: ¿Qué hice? ¿En que rayos estaba pensando?&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo piensa algo parecido, por lo menos una vez en la vida, no? Dime que es normal cometer errores... Así se aprende, no? De no haber sido asi, no estuviera hoy donde estoy... Ah. Tu sabes de lo que estoy hablando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8997806592315598293?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8997806592315598293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8997806592315598293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8997806592315598293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8997806592315598293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/cometi-el-error-mas-grande-de-mi-vida.html' title='Cometí el error mas grande de mi vida?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6041406640396808429</id><published>2010-04-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:23:06.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quería escribir en mi diario...</title><content type='html'>Quería escribir en mi diaro, con mi puño y letra... Pero no tengo. Y no quiero tener... Hoy en dia es tan sencillo dejar una huella electrónica en el mundo... Hoy la dejaré aqui. Un pedacito de mi. Un pedazo de mi tiempo, un pedazo de mis pensamientos, un pedazo de mis sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que fue un fin de semana mas complicado de lo que pensaba. La pasé bien, hasta eso. Los pequeños detalles que quisiera dejar para el recuerdo son los cuidados que cierta hermana de la iglesia tuvo conmigo. Mi dedo estaba herido, y pude descansar y curarme en su casa. Tambien tuve la oportunidad de pasar tiempo con mi papá y platicar... Mis hermanos anduvieron de campamento todo el weekend, y nadamas nos quedamos él y yo en la casa... Tambien, recibí una llamada telefonica de sorpresa... Me dio tiempo de estudiar mas tiempo de lo esperado, y tengo un examencito de Sociology el martes. Son detalles que pude haber pasado desapercibidos... Pero ahi estan, forman parte de mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6041406640396808429?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6041406640396808429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6041406640396808429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6041406640396808429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6041406640396808429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/queria-escribir-en-mi-diario.html' title='Quería escribir en mi diario...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-307723825175403838</id><published>2010-04-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:14:11.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then i finished reading another novel...</title><content type='html'>And then i ordered another book at amazon, and currently reading Looking For Alaska...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a quite interesting/bizare week over here at Emmaland.&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend... i don't even remember much of what i did.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, aside from laundry, studying, shopping and resting... nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's relevant or anything...&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday i went to the Podiatrist... and, wow, i thought the little procedure wouldn't hurt, and it didnt. What hurts is what comes after the anesthesia wears out... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Algo distraida anda la nina hoy.&lt;br /&gt;And the FJA camp is this weekend ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep ya posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-307723825175403838?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/307723825175403838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=307723825175403838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/307723825175403838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/307723825175403838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-i-finished-reading-another.html' title='And then i finished reading another novel...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6307787472856594726</id><published>2010-04-11T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:40:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... I finished reading the novel this weekend</title><content type='html'>It's sunday, the 8:11pm moment. Isn't it true that most of the time I realize that it's 7:11 or 9:11... rarely 8:11. Yea, random. So anyway... Spring break has oficially started. The not-so-good news is that i still have to go to work every single day, so there isn't much vacations to it. What i probably won't forget about this weekend is that i developed a cartain pain in my left leg on saturday evening... that i couldn't get any sleep. It's even still hurting right now. What i discovered is that i wish i knew i would get sick 2 weeks ago. So by the time i really needed to see a doctor, i would already have an appointment. Instead of waiting 2 weeks for it. Blessed hmo's. :(&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm a quick reader. That novel i began reading on friday morning while commuting to work on the bus... i finished it yesterday evening. I kinda liked Paper Towns better that Will Grayson, Will Grayson. They both have a message, and at the end of the day, that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;Next in line: 13 Little Blue Envelopes =] London, ready or not, here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6307787472856594726?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6307787472856594726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6307787472856594726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6307787472856594726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6307787472856594726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-finished-reading-novel-this.html' title='So... I finished reading the novel this weekend'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5870231330283460960</id><published>2010-04-08T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:52:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, today is Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Well, after yesterdaay's fiasco, in which i totally tricked myself into thinking it was ONE more day til the weekend started, i can finally say it's over. The day, i mean... It was quite a long day at work. But i kinda had fun. There's always good days. There's always bad days. But sometimes, the better days are when they have a mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the starbucks accros the street this morning, at break time [which is from 10:30 to 10:40 am].  And the barista (or baristo, whatever they are called) was a curious red-head young man with freckles. The type of boy you don't see every day. And, LOL, you're not supposed to even freak out when they ask what your name is when you're at starbucks... cuz they just do that to identify your drink... But, i did. Ha Ha. Good thing i don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happened to have Chinese food today... Its for reasons like this that i appreciate living in America. Because Chinese food is so accesible, just cuz we are all a smootie of cultures, blended into each others folkways. Trust me: i never had chinese food during the 10 years i lived across the border!! Can you imagine that: Living without chow-mein, steamed rice, soy sauce, orange chicken, and fortune cookies!? fortune cookies!!! Ha Ha. [flashback of the day: there was this one time when my fortune cookie said something about someone arriving into my life, and i was like: i wonder who it is... and i even taped it into a little note and gave it to this guy...] Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say, you can't tell me that you've never used chopsticks just to look cool while you eat =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5870231330283460960?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5870231330283460960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5870231330283460960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5870231330283460960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5870231330283460960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-today-is-thursday.html' title='Yes, today is Thursday.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6781172877894382295</id><published>2010-04-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:38:15.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, April. I remember now!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help myself but to remember that it was barely a year ago that I discovered the meaning of BEDA... And how soon after that, i discovered the meaning of BEDA -9, and as of right now, i might even dream about trying to blog more frequently, BUT... lets face it: i'm a really normal person... i don't have much to write about often...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today was the day when I kinda had the feeling that it was thursday all day... And i was like -yay, tomorrow is finally friday, and the weekend is really around the corner!!! But no... I was wrong... Cuz i still gots two more days to go until we will all be like: TGIF! Yea... no wonder they call wednesdays hump day... =] Moving right along... I received a wonderful package from amazon in the mail this evening. I ordered 3 books: 2 of them are novels, and the other one is a Dictionary. Yea... I think i enjoy reading the dictionary. I've even started to enjoy doing crossword puzzles... There is something that i like about being a nerd/geek. Maybe its the knowledge... whatever. I'll begin reading Will Grayson, Will Grayson (by John Green and some other author), and after that i'll be reading 13 Little Envelopes by Maureen Johnson. And somewhere in between, i'll begin to read the dictionary as frequent as possible :) Hhmmm. Something that i did want to share tonight (cuz it's 11:01 pm) is that... (long pause)... i don't know. I miss writing :) [also, that i still can't get over the fact that it's not gonna be friday tomorrow! jajaja]...&lt;br /&gt;So... one of the latest apps that i've downloaded into my ipod is the New York Times news reader... And it's been quite interesting, i must say. I didn't see myself as the type of young person that would read the news everyday -or so-. But now that i actually have the time (during my commute to work, home, or school), and the means (my ipod), it's been much easier to stay updated as to what is going on in the world. It's definitely not the same as reading the printed version, or the actual online version... but it helps :) and i've felt pretty interested in what's been going on lately. Truth be told, it's more likely for me to spend more time reading the Technology  section... And so on. I'd really like to put my ideas out there. I don't know which ideas tho.... For example: Today i read about how they've discovered a new element, combining _______ (i forget) and isotopes of _____ (i forget, too). Well... at least we know that it doesn't hurt to be well informed :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and something else that really thrills me is the really interesting sociology lectures i listen to on tuesdays. i've really been enjoying taking that class... and the topics covered in yesterdays' class were just brain-teasing, makes you think, makes you reason, makes you be a critical thinker! Oh, now i get it. That's what college is about! Duh! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6781172877894382295?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6781172877894382295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6781172877894382295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6781172877894382295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6781172877894382295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-april-i-remember-now.html' title='Oh, April. I remember now!'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5573767527800842288</id><published>2010-04-04T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:32:07.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stay up late every night, and realize it's a bad idea every morning.</title><content type='html'>A baby's bedtime: TBA.&lt;br /&gt;A 3-years-old bedtime: 8pm?&lt;br /&gt;A 9-years-old bedtime: 8:30 pm?&lt;br /&gt;A 13-years-old bedtime: 9:30 pm?&lt;br /&gt;A 19-years-old bedtime: Well... I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;A 22-years-old bedtime: Isn't it around this age when it all goes downhill...?&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact that, in my experience at least, that... we pay little attention to sleeping hours as we get older. What we don't realize, us youngsters, is that sleep is soo important in our busy lives as young adults.&lt;br /&gt;For sure, if i dont get a good-night's sleep, i am more likely to have a poor performance at work and school the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;So... next time... i'll try and keep in mind... no more snoozing the alarm clock...&lt;br /&gt;First things first: I had quite an interesting wednesday this past week. Aside from being the beginning of spring break for some (mine's starts next week), i had the day off work, for Cesar E. Chavez's day... I really want to write about my day... but the memories are just TOO valuable to be providing them all over the place. So, all i want to write as a Note To Self is: Just dont forget that certain day. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;And as far as my life has been so far... School. Work. What else can i say, my life is kinda boring ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5573767527800842288?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5573767527800842288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5573767527800842288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5573767527800842288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5573767527800842288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-stay-up-late-every-night-and-realize.html' title='I stay up late every night, and realize it&apos;s a bad idea every morning.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1495809824212911701</id><published>2010-03-29T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:46:05.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como si lo fuera...</title><content type='html'>I feel like i broke up with my feelings today. And we weren't even together in the first place... The truth is that, after several days of intense comprehensive thinking marathons, i realized the importance of letting go and moving on. It kinda feels that this time ITS FOR REAL... I feel like i had my closure moment in regards to all this.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it all started on Wednesday evening... Thursday was indeed an intense day for my thoughts... It became the beginning of a series of days in which my heart would just burst into pieces or shrink into molecules. Finally, when i didnt know what else to tell myself, at 7:something, i gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1495809824212911701?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1495809824212911701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1495809824212911701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1495809824212911701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1495809824212911701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-si-lo-fuera.html' title='Como si lo fuera...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8711304706367378643</id><published>2010-03-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:11:06.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Propose A Toast</title><content type='html'>For the times i catch myself thinking about you for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;For the way you looked last night.&lt;br /&gt;For the thoughts of abandonment when you don't text me back sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;For the conversations in which you tell me you're gonna have a date with some girl.&lt;br /&gt;For being in denial about my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;For falling in and out of love with you constantly, so many times now- i've lost track.&lt;br /&gt;For being in remission, infatuation remission about you.&lt;br /&gt;For being crazy about you right now, and getting over it in 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;For all the wishes i make at 11:11, for you to finally look my way and say: Hey, I like you too.&lt;br /&gt;For the memories i've carefully kept in my heart each time i've gone out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and more: I propose a toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8711304706367378643?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8711304706367378643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8711304706367378643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8711304706367378643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8711304706367378643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-propose-toast.html' title='I Propose A Toast'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4655068080831954647</id><published>2010-02-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:29:07.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intocable...</title><content type='html'>Nada puede quitar mis memorias de mi mente... De ahora en adelante, su lugar es intocable.&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que recordar es vivir... Y por primera vez, en muuucho tiempo, supe saborear el valor de esta frase.&lt;br /&gt;Estuve, hace un par de dias, de vacaciones en la Ciudad de Mexico, y en Montemorelos, NL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4655068080831954647?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4655068080831954647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4655068080831954647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4655068080831954647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4655068080831954647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/02/intocable.html' title='Intocable...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-778844267424941945</id><published>2010-02-02T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:15:56.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet retrieval</title><content type='html'>retrieval |riˈtrēvəl|&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;the process of getting something back from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as i have done so many times already, i came to the conclusion that it would be best for me to step back, and quit pursuing you the way i do. Its time for me to get back my heart [which technically doesn't even belong to me anyway]. I keep asking myself the same question over and over/ why can't i just let you go?/ and accept the fact that you and i will nver be anything else than friends. Its time to get my heart back. Whos idea was it to give it away in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-778844267424941945?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/778844267424941945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=778844267424941945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/778844267424941945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/778844267424941945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-retrieval.html' title='sweet retrieval'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3607345338408899254</id><published>2010-01-18T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:18:40.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When there is lots on my mind...</title><content type='html'>1) Being in love, is it supposed to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;2) Friendships are important&lt;br /&gt;3) Vacacions are necessary&lt;br /&gt;4) Rainy days are to be spent at home&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It is one of those moments, when i feel that I have you in my life, and I don't mind being head over heels about you. It's true, you've been on my mind all day. And the last conversation we had was truly inspiring. You inspired me not to give up on you just yet... I don't mind that i might be totally infatuated, i'll still be here long enough until enough is enough. I really have faith in you, in our friendship, and that is one of the things that keeps me going. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I really have no words to express this. But what happens when an outstanding friend gets really sick, and looses his life to this illness? We lost a friend, it happened this weekend to all of my friends. It's truly sad to see a great person leave us behind, in this messed up world. But we are, at the same time, truly blessed to have the hope of new and eternal life when Christ comes to earth in his glorious second coming. So, we'll be seeing our friend soon, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I am oficially starting the countdown 'till my very anticipated week vacation out of the country. I'll be flying to Mexico City to visit my family, and to Monterrey to visit my friends. I intend to enjoy as much as i can, to bond with everybody, and to express my feelings to each and every person I am thrilled about seeing during my stay in the country next door. At the same time, being away from home for a little while will be very helpful. Not to mention that school starts the exact same day after I come back from vacation. And that should just be quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, it rained today in LA. I got to stay home all day, and during the morning -which was when it rained the most- my sister and I opened the door and saw the rain fall, while some of the raindrops hit the leaves on the trees and bounced at our feet. It almost felt like i was in the doorstep of my home in tamazula. :) my heart smiled.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THIS IS MY 100th POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3607345338408899254?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3607345338408899254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3607345338408899254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3607345338408899254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3607345338408899254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-there-is-lots-on-my-mind.html' title='When there is lots on my mind...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2398490543868597216</id><published>2010-01-09T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:53:40.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para siempre.</title><content type='html'>Verte me hace mal.&lt;br /&gt;Hablarte me pone peor.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorarte me mata.&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;A estas horas del dia, en qualquier otro momento, ya me hubieras preguntado si estoy enojada contigo. Soy una tonta. Quererte me duele tanto. Y me muero, me muero de ganas de hablarte, sonreirte, contarte lo bien que me hace tan solo estar cerca de ti, hablando acerca de lo que sea.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre vas a ser mi -Hubiera-. Mi -Platonico-. Mi -Ojala-. Mi -No Me Corresponde-. Mi -Lejano-.&lt;br /&gt;Liking you this mucho hurts me...&lt;br /&gt;And the time is near: for me to say good bye at last. It's never going to happen for me! How could you ever like someone like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2398490543868597216?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2398490543868597216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2398490543868597216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2398490543868597216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2398490543868597216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-siempre.html' title='Para siempre.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-100784040356300280</id><published>2010-01-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:06:37.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;Con el motivo del vigesimosegundo aniversario de mi llegada a este mundo, detuve el tiempo por un momento para darme cuenta de lo genial que es estar agradecida por estos años.&lt;br /&gt;Quizá no todo ha salido como lo hubiera planeado. Quizá falta mucho por recorrer. Lo importante es que todo lo que he hecho hasta hoy, todo lo que he vivido, TODO, todo ha valido la pena. Y sin nada de lo que ha sido, seria hoy lo que soy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-100784040356300280?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/100784040356300280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=100784040356300280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/100784040356300280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/100784040356300280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2010/01/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7115183920355994145</id><published>2009-12-27T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:30:54.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a movie :)</title><content type='html'>i'm watching one of my most favorite movies of all times right now... I wish every evening could be like this one.&lt;br /&gt;It was s good 4-day-weekend. A little bit too much staying home doing nothing, but at least i'm ready for this weeks' challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7115183920355994145?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7115183920355994145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7115183920355994145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7115183920355994145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7115183920355994145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie.html' title='a movie :)'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6098611913459735900</id><published>2009-12-25T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:06:50.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wherever you are...</title><content type='html'>merry christmas to you and yours :)&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6098611913459735900?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6098611913459735900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6098611913459735900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6098611913459735900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6098611913459735900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/12/wherever-you-are.html' title='wherever you are...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2115257304175924157</id><published>2009-11-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:06:41.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally found a word to describe this:</title><content type='html'>Thinking about you all this time is pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2115257304175924157?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2115257304175924157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2115257304175924157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2115257304175924157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2115257304175924157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-found-word-to-describe-this.html' title='I finally found a word to describe this:'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-549289291160698439</id><published>2009-11-26T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:55:13.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El 26 de Noviembre</title><content type='html'>La verdad es que no recuerdo mucho de lo que hice hoy o no... Lo que si se es que... Sonreir Siempre Vale La Pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-549289291160698439?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/549289291160698439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=549289291160698439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/549289291160698439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/549289291160698439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-26-de-noviembre.html' title='El 26 de Noviembre'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-1607225983805641927</id><published>2009-11-25T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:49:48.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there will always be one who loves, and one who lets himself/herself be loved&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for my brain to start bleeding from thinking about you so much?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to for me have enough will power to block you out of my mind for a little while?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for my eyes to stop looking for your smiles every week?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for my heart to stop beating faster everytime i realize you are walking towards me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for us to accept the fear of being hurt if something goes wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for me to let go of these thoughts and stay friends?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see that commercial? Eveything is possible? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-1607225983805641927?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/1607225983805641927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=1607225983805641927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1607225983805641927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/1607225983805641927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-will-always-be-one-who-loves-and.html' title='Is it possible...?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-742360766972396247</id><published>2009-10-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:29:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que hoy es Que?</title><content type='html'>En fin, los dias de Octubre estan contados.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 2 dias, estoy leyendo un libro de 750 paginas.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 3 días, el clima se ha enfriado.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 4 dias, tengo memorias de haber escuchado un concierto...&lt;br /&gt;Desde has 5 dias, una parte de mi &lt;3 ha cambiado.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 9 dias, hice nuevos amigos en la escuela.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 11 dias, tengo fotos de una fiesta sorpresa :)&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace 23 dias, presenté examen de medio semestre.&lt;br /&gt;Y el numero de dias que he estado pensando en... ya perdí la cuenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-742360766972396247?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/742360766972396247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=742360766972396247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/742360766972396247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/742360766972396247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-hoy-es-que.html' title='Que hoy es Que?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5977251007581303664</id><published>2009-10-25T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:23:28.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mensaje de texto a las 10:18 pm</title><content type='html'>(Mis intentos de ignorarte solo funcionaran si tu me ignoras tambien... Estoy determinada a no caer esta vez: necesito dejar de pensar en ti... Si hubo un poco de lluvia en mis ojos ayer, no fue en vano. Me chocas.)&lt;br /&gt;Quieres salir conmigo el jueves? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5977251007581303664?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5977251007581303664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5977251007581303664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5977251007581303664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5977251007581303664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-mensaje-de-texto-de-las-1018-pm.html' title='mensaje de texto a las 10:18 pm'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3338036755118249046</id><published>2009-10-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:39:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi national geographic</title><content type='html'>de noviembre llegó hoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3338036755118249046?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3338036755118249046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3338036755118249046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3338036755118249046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3338036755118249046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-national-geographic.html' title='mi national geographic'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-553679324438075461</id><published>2009-10-19T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:04:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quema tus barcos</title><content type='html'>Cuando Hernan Cortés estaba por llegar a conquistar la Nueva España, cuenta una historia, el sabía que tendría que tomar desiciones drasticas para obtener una victoria completa. Al llegar al Golfo de Mexico con aquellos grandes barcos, armados de pólvora y cañones, sin dejarse llevar por lo que dijeran los demás, su táctica para lograr una conquista segura sería eliminar cualquier obstáculo que abriera puerta a la derrota. Su arma para infundir confianza, y asegurar que su ejercito español no retrocedira sin importar lo que fuera a pasar, fue una medida drástica. Dió la orden de quemar sus barcos. Sus propios barcos que les permitirian regresar en caso de que algo saliera mal. Sus propios barcos que asegurarian un lugar de refugio en caso de que algo saliera mal. Sus propios barcos que contenian sus armas de reemplazo. Sus propios barcos que ofrecian una salida de emergencia... Sus propios barcos que le permitirían regresar, y dar vuelta atrás. Sus propios barcos que le recordaba el pasado, y no el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces, cuando estoy decidia a obtener una victoria, no me tomo el tiempo de asegurarme que no hay vuelta atrás. La mayoria de veces, decido aferrarme a lo que me mantendrá en un lugar supuestamente seguro, sin saber que es mejor estar en tierra firme, en vez de estar expuesta a aguas turbulentas. En vez de avanzar con paso firme hacia adelante, me quedo pensando en los barcos que dejé en la orilla de la playa, pensando en las cómodas instalaciones, en la protección de su estructura, en el contenido de mi equipaje... En aquellas cosas que me pueden desconcentrar para pelear la lucha que tengo por enfrente... Pensando en el ¿cuándo regresaré a mi zona de comodidad?&lt;br /&gt;Es que, no estoy despierta?! A caso no estoy consciente que mi energía debe estar en salir victoriosa de esta prueba, de este caminar diaro, de estos obstaculos que inevitablemente estarán el el camino para poder llegar al galardón que está por delante!? Hernan Cortés sabía que algo valioso le esperaba despues de ganar su primer batalla en las orillas del Golfo. Y ganar una batalla te da experiencia para seguir ganando batallas, y finalmente ver un resultado de triunfo. Sabía que no sería facil, pero se valió de tener ventaja sobre su oponente mayor... quemó sus barcos para no tener pretexto de huir, ni de regresar, ni de darse por vencido...&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no es fácil. Pero mi Aliado tiene ventaja -mucha- sobre mi mayor oponente. Quemaré mis barcos para no tener pretextos de darme por vencida... Adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria gritar. Mis manos y mi voz estaban temblando, pero no me atrevía a hablar por miedo a que me descubrieran, tenía un barco de emergencia... Si pudiera definir el momento más sombrío de mi dia, hubiera sido uno que no deja de dar amenazar en conventirse en la gran excusa de salvar los barcos -por si acaso- tan siquiera uno. Barcos hechos por manos tan imperfectas como las mias. Barcos que tarde o temprano van a agotarse, que van a quedar en el fondo del mar, igual que el mundo pasajero. Ya no suena convincente alejarme de tierra firme y quedarme en aguas inestables. El viento puede llegar a cambiar en cualquier momento. Y tarde o temprano voy a darme cuenta que tomar una desición precisa, a tiempo, y sabia, es lo mejor opción... aunque el pronóstico de las batallas no sea favorable desde tu punto de vista... Deja que el Experto sea quien peleé por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Conocemos la historia... Hernan Cortés, inevitablemente, conquistó  el nuevo Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Conocemos la historia... Cristo, definitivamente, triunfó sobre el mal, y conquistó al Universo con su inagotable amor...&lt;br /&gt;Dejate conquistar tu tambien...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-553679324438075461?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/553679324438075461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=553679324438075461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/553679324438075461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/553679324438075461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/quema-tus-barcos.html' title='Quema tus barcos'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8913893396747664614</id><published>2009-10-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:12:28.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No fue el mejor dia del mundo, pero...</title><content type='html'>mañana amance de nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;Y ni siquiera tiene nada que ver con lo que pensaba que era mi mayor preocupación. Ayer me agotaba pensar en lo que YO quería... Hoy, el intento es escuchar lo que EL -mi creador- sabe qué cosa es mejor para mi...&lt;br /&gt;Que GRAN diferencia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8913893396747664614?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8913893396747664614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8913893396747664614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8913893396747664614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8913893396747664614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-fue-el-mejor-dia-del-mundo-pero.html' title='No fue el mejor dia del mundo, pero...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4751066962453039924</id><published>2009-10-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:26:46.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's time for me to do that again- to let go, and be free of this adictive feeling. Adictive? Did i say adictive? That feeling that makes you look out the window in the dark, while you sigh in hopes that -he- will hear your sigh. It makes me mad, to have him so close, yet so far! Am i not pretty enough? Crazy enough? Worldly enough? Tall enough? Yea- it's my height, huh? It's my little perspective i have about us and, it's your elevated expectations about a woman, maybe. I'm mad at you, for all the mixed signals you've sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today was Pao's "surprise 18th birthday party"!!! it was nice :) n happy belated birthday, lil sis :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4751066962453039924?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4751066962453039924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4751066962453039924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4751066962453039924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4751066962453039924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess What.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8708508816375008032</id><published>2009-10-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:23:56.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am almost crazy about you</title><content type='html'>But i'm not. Only because you will not allow me to go crazy. You have set your lines so clearly. You just don't let me reach out to you. The wall is well-built. And you have been so careful to leave me on the outside... it is almost crazy. Will you ever do anything about it? i hate the feeling of waiting for you every time. I see you once a week. And this morning, when i felt that you didn't show up to our weekly almost-appointment, i was bummed. And sad. I realized how unpredictable you can be. And how unpredictable i am without you...If only i could be brave enough to tell you how i really feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8708508816375008032?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8708508816375008032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8708508816375008032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8708508816375008032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8708508816375008032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-almost-crazy-about-you.html' title='I am almost crazy about you'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5454037229463570516</id><published>2009-10-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:25:03.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fechas</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5454037229463570516?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5454037229463570516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5454037229463570516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5454037229463570516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5454037229463570516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/10/fechas.html' title='fechas'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2616273679104884659</id><published>2009-09-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:27:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've noticed that...</title><content type='html'>when i write a new blog note, and when i write a new blog note when i like a guy, are two different things. it's not very helpful when deep in your thoughts, something is trying to convince you that he doesn't like you back in that way... and guess what? i'm really trying not to care. i don't want it to bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2616273679104884659?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2616273679104884659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2616273679104884659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2616273679104884659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2616273679104884659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-noticed-that.html' title='i&apos;ve noticed that...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8291184215162379637</id><published>2009-09-22T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:33:02.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber-Shot</title><content type='html'>Has it ever happened to you that someone buys you a gift (an expensive gift), and this someone gives it to you, and as much flattered as you are, and as much special you feel, you just can't take that gift? And you open it up, and still examine it with the idea that you can't take it, but if you reject it, you might be rejecting the person as well, and you end up accepting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the LA County fair this last weekend, and on the way out, my camera, accidentally, got scratched all in the front. It still works perfectly, but it's all messed up... So, when i came home today, after going to school and finding aout that my speech class was cancelled for the day (and my introductory speech being due this same day), i got home, was having dinner at the table (some great potatoe fried tacos that my dad made), and my brother Luis handed me a box, and there it was...a brand new, pink camera.&lt;br /&gt;I was like- hey- i'm not the birthday person today (which happens to be, it's 2 of my friends' birthday today)... I felt weird, but special in a good way =) And now, i am going to have a special camera that my brother and my dad bought for me :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I received a phone call this evening, from a long-time lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;I played mvc2 against Luis, and won 1 time.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Chris D. &amp; Patty M. &amp; Lily. L &amp; Valeska P. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8291184215162379637?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8291184215162379637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8291184215162379637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8291184215162379637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8291184215162379637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/09/cyber-shot.html' title='Cyber-Shot'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3119186444580144597</id><published>2009-09-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:19:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be a...</title><content type='html'>Doctor/Nurse/Teacher/&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from High School in 2006. I know that -what if- doesn't exist, but this year I should be a college senior instead of still taking pre-college level math and general education classes. My educational path used to be so well defined:&lt;br /&gt;5 years if medical school (from which i only completed one and a half)&lt;br /&gt;1 year of internship&lt;br /&gt;1 year of social service.&lt;br /&gt;Class of 2013- Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously not going to be like that. What brought me to think about this one more time is that i stumbled with a Doctoring book this morning. A book about women physicians. And it all came to my mind again. I cannot deny i miss all of it. But as hard as i tried, i couldn't remember much of my Anatomy class anymore. Not to mention Physiology or Patology. HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO GO BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can only cherish the certain feeling that GOD truly has a plan for my life.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 86:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3119186444580144597?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3119186444580144597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3119186444580144597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3119186444580144597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3119186444580144597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-going-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m going to be a...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-787511721779096793</id><published>2009-09-11T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:50:25.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Después de un día en París</title><content type='html'>Aunque sea de lejos...Viví en un sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-787511721779096793?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/787511721779096793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=787511721779096793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/787511721779096793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/787511721779096793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/09/despues-de-un-dia-en-paris.html' title='Después de un día en París'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6625436165713241159</id><published>2009-08-02T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:41:27.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo miedo otra vez</title><content type='html'>Por que no se hacia donde está dirigida mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Por que estoy aqui sin hacer nada por mi futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Por que todo bueno en la vida cuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Por que el tiempo pasa y no lo aprovecho.&lt;br /&gt;Por que quiero hacer algo grande!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6625436165713241159?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6625436165713241159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6625436165713241159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6625436165713241159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6625436165713241159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/08/tengo-miedo-otra-vez.html' title='Tengo miedo otra vez'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2332567442877807665</id><published>2009-08-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:17:49.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little walk down memory lane</title><content type='html'>I was going through a bunch of boxes this morning. And i found all these little things to look at. I began to think when did my life really start. And i figured the good things started happening to me in 2005. It was all part of a new experience which i have cautiosly recorded all through email, a little bit of pittures, letters, objects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2332567442877807665?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2332567442877807665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2332567442877807665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2332567442877807665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2332567442877807665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A little walk down memory lane'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3301304856387982917</id><published>2009-07-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:18:17.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entiendo que estés enojado conmigo, pero no me odies</title><content type='html'>Estaba pensando: Tanto tiempo que hemos sido amigos, tantas cosas que hemos pasado juntos, tantas cosas que hemos pasado separados. Por fin había llegado tu momento, estas en el mejor momento de tu vida, y esperabas que yo regresra a ti corriendo como una niña extraviada. Y no pasó así, y no entiendo por qué no podemos ser amigos, por que no quieres ser mi amigo? Al contrario, decides cerrarme las puertas, y empiezas a construir una pared que nunca existió entre nosotros. Estoy tratando de entender. Tanto tiempo que has sido paciente con mis sentimientos. Entiendo que por fin hayas decidido dejar todo atrás. Pero tanto así? Sin ser amigos nisiquiera? Estoy tratando de entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3301304856387982917?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3301304856387982917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3301304856387982917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3301304856387982917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3301304856387982917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/07/entiendo-que-estes-enojado-conmigo-pero.html' title='Entiendo que estés enojado conmigo, pero no me odies'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3890538620755833596</id><published>2009-07-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:52:08.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 minutos</title><content type='html'>Y ¿Acerca de qué escribir cuando hay tanto y poco que decir? Hmmm. Puedes comenzar por las múltiples ideas que se te ocurrieron a lo largo del dia.&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Escribe lo que quieras. Piensa. Tienes 5 minutos. Empieza.&lt;br /&gt;Me llenan de melancolía tantas cosas. Mi corazón decepcionado, solitario, deseoso de escribirle, de llamarle, de decirle que lo extraño, que me escriba. Me entristece el tiempo que he invertido en nuestra amistad, para verlo responder así a mi interés, que, por cierto, va disminuyendo de a poco.&lt;br /&gt;Me llena de melancolía ver fotografías de mis ex-compañeros médicos en rotaciones... creciendo, convirtiendose de a poco en Médicos. Y en cada una de las fotos me digo a mi misma: Ahí pude haber estado YO.&lt;br /&gt;Me entristece saber que mi vida, aparentemente, no va dirigida a un lugar fijo.&lt;br /&gt;Y muuuuy en el fondo, casi se me olvidaba, me duele en el alma haber perdido a mi mamá en cuestión de meses. Y que nadie me diga que ella sigue aqui, por que lo que yo siento es que ya no nos quiere. Es como si nos hubiera botado de su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Y con solo dos minutos de sobra, me queda resumir el hermoso sentimiento que tuve al ayudar a una abuelita cruzar la calle hoy, comprarle una botella de agua, que un muchacho extraño sentado junto a mi me haya hablado, que un señor me hiciera platica y me haya querido acompañar a casa (aunque esto ultimo fue un poco agobiante: te molesta que te acompañe? siii. No quieres que te acompañe? Nooo...) Y yap.... asi terminó mi dia.... del revés hacia adelante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3890538620755833596?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3890538620755833596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3890538620755833596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3890538620755833596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3890538620755833596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-acerca-de-que-escribir-cuando-hay.html' title='5 minutos'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7333140321201060757</id><published>2009-07-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:54:35.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe and Be Satisfied</title><content type='html'>En el transcurso de estos ultimos días, una serie de temas interesantes cruzó mi camino mientras buscaba nada. Fue una apelación a mi interés general, y escuché con atención los podcast que pude descargar de la web con tan sólo ún click. En realidad, las clases acerca de noviazgo y relaciones interpersonales comenzaron hace mucho tiempo. Todavía recuerdo parrafos tras parrafos escritos por nuestra autora favorita, de contenido con información valiosa para una jóven cristiana en estos tiempos. Así que la falta de información no va a ser mi excusa. Y ahora, poco a poco, empiezo a entender por qué mi papá no me dejó salir con un niño cuando yo tenía tan solo 15 años. Y entiendo por qué un chico se atrevió a terminar conmigo para irse de misionero. Y entiendo por qué es que un muchacho en quien confiaba cambío de la noche a la mañana. Era cuestión de entender el panorama general, y de empezar a ver a través de los lentes de Dios, y no los míos. La enseñanza que tengo más presente es la de permitir que Cristo ponga en tu vida una satisfacción mayor a la que tu esperas recibir, con ese amor que sólo Él puede dar. El sentimiento de soledad es un llamado de Dios a tú corazón. Y cuando finalmente estés tranquilo estando single, disfrutando de tu relación única con Jesús, entonces estarás listo para lo que Dios tiene preparado para ti. Cosas que ojo no ha visto, ni mente ha pensado. Imagínate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7333140321201060757?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7333140321201060757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7333140321201060757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7333140321201060757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7333140321201060757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe-and-be-satisfied.html' title='Believe and Be Satisfied'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-630724648488650419</id><published>2009-07-15T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:44:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Se Cómo Títular Este Post</title><content type='html'>Buenas noches, ideas cibernéticas y electrónicas.! (por cierto, estoy escribiendo con acéntos por primera vez desde hace mucho tiempo). Y esta noche sólo vine a escribir por que extraño mucho no hacerlo, aunque no tenga nada nuevo que decir. Que? Que todo sigue igual? En realidad no. Mi vida Hoy por Hoy, siento que ha estado mejor en comparación a lo que estaba viviendo hace un año. Y me siento MUCHO mejor también. Me siento más segura de lo que quiero, he aprendido muchísimo acerca de ser un Young Adult. Y pues... como he dicho desde siempre: La vida sigue!&lt;br /&gt;Creo que si me tomara el tiempo de hacerlo, podría incluso enumerar las cambios más grandes y notábles de lo que va del 2009. La realidad es que faltan 17 minutos para la media noche, y cómo soy niña grande y mañana trabajo, ya debería estar yendome a dormir, como toda persona grande y responsable. :) Me estoy acordando que SÍ tengo cosas que contarte. Solo recuérdame de regresar prontito. TQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-630724648488650419?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/630724648488650419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=630724648488650419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/630724648488650419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/630724648488650419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-se-como-titular-este-post.html' title='No Se Cómo Títular Este Post'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7577589706253475853</id><published>2009-05-19T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:06:18.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is On Your Mind?</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7577589706253475853?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7577589706253475853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7577589706253475853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7577589706253475853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7577589706253475853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-on-your-mind.html' title='What Is On Your Mind?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-637791477873426536</id><published>2009-05-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:13:34.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversando</title><content type='html'>las 6. suena el despertador. lo apagas. te detienes a pensar que si no te levantas ahora, se te va a hacer tarde. no puedes llegar tarde hoy, por que ayer llegaste media hora tarde. sales. caminas media cuadra. te das cuenta que necesitas llevar sueter por que está nublado. regresas. sales. llegas al trabajo. saludas. trabajas. preparas. interpretas. callas. y hablas.&lt;br /&gt;Comunicación. El momento mas interesante del dia, más conmovedor fue uno compartido entre una mujer, ella mujer, ella profesional, ella amiga. y tu. es la mitad de la tarde. entras a su oficina preguntandole si está lista para la próxima entrevista con el próximo cliente, para la próxima interpretación. al respuesta es corta, pero convincente. adelante. entras a la oficina, pero te quedas en silencio, de pie. tomas asiento. ella sigue escribiendo sus notas. bajas la mirada, de cansancio. te pregunta que sucede. contestas. platican. intercambian inquietudes. lo que a ti te molesta. te comprende. te aconseja. te anima. se conmueve. enseguida hay confianza. amistad momentanea. espontanea. enseguida comparte lo que a ella le entristece. la entiendes. ambas son mujeres. te explica. la escuchas. la conversación termina. agradecen. &lt;br /&gt;despues, la cita para revisar el caso por telefono comienza, mientras tu interpretas para la abogada que habla inglés, y para el cliente que habla español. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haciendo de cuenta que no pasó nada. &lt;br /&gt;haciendo de cuenta que no somos humanos. &lt;br /&gt;haciendo de cuenta que no tenemos sentimientos. &lt;br /&gt;haciendo de cuenta que solo estamos aqui para laborar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-637791477873426536?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/637791477873426536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=637791477873426536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/637791477873426536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/637791477873426536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversando.html' title='conversando'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5995188385826090824</id><published>2009-05-08T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:19:02.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ocho de mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;en el mes numero cinco del año 2009. el dia numero ocho. wow. esta mañana mientras trabajaba, me di cuenta que el tiempo pasa mas rápido cuando uno está ocupado. y sip. será que el 2009 está pasando rápido por que me la paso ocupada!? quizá si. y quizá no. también me he dado cuenta que no tengo muchos recuerdos de lo que ha pasado en mi vida estos últimos 5 meses, por así decirlo. obviamente si me acuerdo de muchas cosas, pero es como si al mismo tiempo, estuviera bloqueando todo... todo lo que no quiero recordar de ahora, todo lo negativo, y todo lo que me ha hecho mal. sin mencionar, obviamente, el evidente suceso que dejó a méxico en boca de todos, con eso de la swine flu... y también...&lt;br /&gt;anda, ariana. hoy no tuviste un mal día, admitelo =) decidí que iba a ser un buen dia. Y con la ayuda de Dios, realmente lo fue. Bueno, fue jueves, pero ya pasa de la media noche, asi que esta computadora piensa que ya es viernes... lo que esta computadora no sabe es que estuve esperando con muchas ansias este fin de semana. por que desde hoy estoy decidiendo que será un buen fin de semana.&lt;br /&gt;y de a poquito, quería dejar de recordar demasiado que este fin de semana también se celebra el día de las madres... se que aunque ella no está cerca, sigue estando aqui... le doy gracias a Dios por la mía, por esos buenos tiempos. y ojala que Él quiera que la pueda tener de nuevo cerca de mi. it is one of my best kept secrets, that i miss her more than what it seems sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;en fin. pasa la medianoche y sigo despierta. de nuevo. pero esta vez, por lo menos pude pasar un rato con mis letras, que ya se habían desaparecido por un rato =P&lt;br /&gt;por cierto, mi proyecto BEDA menos 9, ahi se quedó. ooh, se me acaba de ocurrir BEDM-9, blogging every day in may, pero nop. definitivamente es difícil escribir así todos los días. jeje.&lt;br /&gt;con decirte que tengo memorias y recuerdos muy frescos de un abril bien interesante. especialmente por que el campamento de la fja en cedar falls fue una bendición, gaD. lo demás queda para la próxima ocasión que me de la vuelta por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;c ya! = see ya! = see you! = nos vemos, en español. posdata: happy birthday, tonny! =P&lt;br /&gt;como siempre,&lt;br /&gt;ariana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5995188385826090824?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5995188385826090824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5995188385826090824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5995188385826090824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5995188385826090824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/05/ocho-de-mayo.html' title='ocho de mayo'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8576793593829377283</id><published>2009-04-18T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:06:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desde el lunes</title><content type='html'>buenos. aca ando. ya es domingo de nuevo.... tan rapido! y yo sabia que esto de escribir todos los dias no seria un exito rotundo.. haha. pero bueno. los hechos maaas sobresalientes de mi semana de vacaciones a.k.a. spring break son los siguientes&lt;br /&gt;1. lunes, con el numero 46 ganee los boletos a los dodgers&lt;br /&gt;2. martes, asi, media enferma.&lt;br /&gt;3. miercoles, dia de los taxes, sin juego, sin trabajar. ha.&lt;br /&gt;4. jueves, al muellecito y el promenade de sm. =)&lt;br /&gt;5. viernes, oh, un detallito del jefe, pa sentirme mejor.&lt;br /&gt;6. sabado. manejee de regreso a casa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaea.... y ahora, a pensar en lo que voy a platicar con esta muchachita que sta a mi lado, antes que me saque canas verdes.&lt;br /&gt;arrozito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8576793593829377283?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8576793593829377283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8576793593829377283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8576793593829377283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8576793593829377283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/04/desde-el-lunes.html' title='desde el lunes'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6781199117709289606</id><published>2009-04-13T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:39:26.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shikiyaya/3440334900/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3390/3440334900_3a42e9c8a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shikiyaya/3440334900/"&gt;we're going!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shikiyaya/"&gt;arianina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well. Hello Peoples! I went to work today, like a typical Monday. The typical Monday after easter. Do you have any idea hoy many people called in sick today? and how many others were complaining of not getting enough sleep the night before? Well. Not me. I went to work like a good soldier =) The boss was there today... And he called us in for a meeting 5 minutes before lunch... So there we were, listening to his recommendations and such. To close the meeting, he took out a folded paper out of his shirt pocket. "Who did i promise Dodger tickets?" -he said. And everybody said "me:" LoL... Well. Whoever wanted to pick the tickets had to choose a number between 1 and 50. He started calling them out from the right side... I was the 5th person in line, and i said my number. Two seconds later he said: We'll have to stop there...! I won! Yes! Awesome! 4 tickets. :D Yay... my first Dodger game ever.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels like i'm in LA.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6781199117709289606?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6781199117709289606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6781199117709289606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6781199117709289606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6781199117709289606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today.html' title='So today...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3390/3440334900_3a42e9c8a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5912405163097276103</id><published>2009-04-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:04:03.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3Arq_phKR0/SeK4XLaFmDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_YKyJwQ-FIg/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3Arq_phKR0/SeK4XLaFmDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_YKyJwQ-FIg/s160/DSC00725.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para empezar, hoy es cumpleaños de Luis N. Cortés. El mejor hermano mayor del mundo... asi que Muchas Felicidades a el. :) Te extraño bastante! Y te quiero mucho tmb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno. Ella es Tere. Mi amiga. Y si que este fin de semana pasamos por cada aventura... que si te contara, quedarias asombrado.. jejeje. Lo importante es que, de cada experiencia se aprende. Y para la proxima, nos quedamos en casa a ver una pelicula, zas??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te cuento. No me cabía la alegría el viernes por la tarde, cuando el reloj del escritorio de la computadora dió las 5 de la tarde. Fin de la jornada, fin del día, fin de semana :D Y me fui, contenta, con una sonrisa de cara a cara pór que ya iba a descansar!... No puedo decir que todo inició de maravilla. De hecho, fue un fin de semana muy particular. Por lo menos pude estar ahi. Aquí... Y a la vez, queriendo no estarlo. Y también me di cuenta de cuánto extraño mi clasecita de Jardín de Infantes en la escuela sabática. Por lo menos el rincón infantíl fue un exito.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo tomando medicamentos... Y de desayuno hubo waffles :) &lt;br /&gt;Por qué los waffles no pueden ser medicinales??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deja impactada el hecho de haber podido estar ahi para mi amiga. Y fue una buena manera de ver nuestra amistad creceer. :) Ya tenemos planes de irnos juntas al campamento de jovenes, en Cedar Falls, dentro de 2 semanitas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin vi la pelicula "Slumdog Millionaire". GeniaL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Y... quedé un poco decepcionada con un accidente que le pasó a mi corazón. Ya ni sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que como esta semana empieza mi Spring Break, y no voy a tener clases... estaré estudiando y haciendo tarea cada tarde, en vez de llegar noche a casa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, y canción del dia:&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;A puro dolor - Son by Four&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5912405163097276103?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5912405163097276103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5912405163097276103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5912405163097276103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5912405163097276103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-1.html' title='Weekend # 1'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3Arq_phKR0/SeK4XLaFmDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_YKyJwQ-FIg/s72-c/DSC00725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-225000760328313236</id><published>2009-04-10T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:20:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEDA -9</title><content type='html'>Me tomé el dia libre el otro dia. Y si lo use como dia de enfermedad, que quede claro. En fin, el caso es que en un ratito de descanso que tuve, descubri este proyecto muy interesante... Creado por una autora de literatura juvenil norteamericana, con el proposito de fomentar la creatividad y la escritura en las mentes de la juevntud actual. Me sumo a los esfuerzos, esperando tener exito, y con el proposito de, mas que nada, guardar un archivo y documentar el presente tal y como es.&lt;br /&gt;El proyecto lleva por titulo BEDA. Que en inglés significa: Blogging Every Day of April (escribir/bloggear todos los dias de abril). Y como hoy es/era/fue 9 de abril, mi proyecto se llamará BEDA -9. Menos nueve, por que hoy es 9.&lt;br /&gt;Y para iniciar el viaje, y que quede como paralelismo, hoy inician, tambien, mis vacaciones de primavera.! Y no puedo estar más contenta de tener planes de descansar bastantito en la proxima semana. Aparte de hacer mi tarea y estudiar para mis examenes, claro. Por hoy, seré breve. Pero quiero ponerme la meta de estar aqui todos los dias, aunque sea por un ratito. Se me hace terapeútico. =) numas pa mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como siempre,&lt;br /&gt;arianna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-225000760328313236?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/225000760328313236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=225000760328313236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/225000760328313236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/225000760328313236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/04/beda-9.html' title='BEDA -9'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2668618239351154887</id><published>2009-02-16T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:16:41.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half-way</title><content type='html'>Por si acaso decido regresar 6 meses despues, aqui esta mi huellita de hoy. Platicando con mis amistades, caigo en cuenta cuanta falta me hace lo que antes tenia. Sin embargo, this morning, al elevar una sincera plegaria al cielo, agradeci por estar en donde estoy ahora. Por que de no ser como soy ahora, no podre ser lo que sere en el futuro. Complicado pero sencillo, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2668618239351154887?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2668618239351154887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2668618239351154887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2668618239351154887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2668618239351154887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-way.html' title='half-way'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8092171948363263518</id><published>2009-01-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:03:37.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January, a new month, a new year.</title><content type='html'>:) I am 21 now. My blog is turning ONE year old...! And of course, looking back at the memories is nice, but, i am also very thrilled to look at the year ahead... My hopes, my dreams, my wishes, my expectations to come true! And, if you stay tuned, i will most definitely will be sharing some of the greatest things that will happen ahead =)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8092171948363263518?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8092171948363263518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8092171948363263518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8092171948363263518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8092171948363263518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-published-on-november-30-2008-how.html' title='January, a new month, a new year.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7115555051455386607</id><published>2008-11-30T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:59:05.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart of stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lakesider/1340171680/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1151/1340171680_92e28aa4af_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lakesider/1340171680/"&gt;heart of stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lakesider/"&gt;lake.sider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So. It sometimes seems like time is frozen. Yet so many things are different when I take a look back at the past three-hundred-sixty-five days. Today it was a day about LOVE. It is, by far, the most complicated word i've ever known!!! There is the unconditional type of love. Then the one that makes you go crazy day after day, after day, after day. The one that keeps you attached to a phone, a computer, a mailbox. The one that makes you feel butterflies, and walk on a cloud... And, gee, it has been a LONG time since i last felt that way. Truth be told, now everything makes me doubt that everything will get any easier in the future. I have not been able to let go of my issues and freely fall... I've asked myslef the same questions over and over. Sometimes i start to wonder... Until then, i will keep both halves of my heart. Until i am able to let go of one half, and then the other half... Okay... I don't like this post anymore. I must've figured it out by now: it's me. Can't think of any other answer.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7115555051455386607?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7115555051455386607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7115555051455386607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7115555051455386607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7115555051455386607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/heart-of-stone_30.html' title='heart of stone'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1151/1340171680_92e28aa4af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2138326341442285601</id><published>2008-11-19T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:31:22.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga, es tu cumpleaños.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shikiyaya/535343639/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/535343639_48d0fc232f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shikiyaya/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y casi pasaba el dia... Pero hoy es hoy. y como te decía:&lt;br /&gt;Estas son las mañanitas que cantaba el rey David... a la mushasha monita, se las cantamos así. Despierta, Josie, Despierta, mirá que ya amanecióooooooo.---- Ya los pajarillos cantan, la luna ya se metió.&lt;br /&gt;Dios te de buen salud!&lt;br /&gt;(saluuud).&lt;br /&gt;Bendiciones también!&lt;br /&gt;(también!!)&lt;br /&gt;Que te cuide y te guarde...&lt;br /&gt;(guarde!!)&lt;br /&gt;Para siempre, amén :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jooooooy... me hubiera encantado estar ahi para felicitarte, con super abrazo y una mega sonrisa... y de paso aventarte agua, y embarrarte un poco de pastel.... jejejeje... Y pensar que hace un año estabamos en la plaza de Facsa soplando velitas que nunca se apagaban... jejeje... No se como la pasate hoy, celebrando y agradeciendo a Dios por la vida y las bendiciones, espero que la hayas pasado super super super!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,.. te quiero bien mucho, y aunque la distancia nos tenga asi distanciadas (jeje, valga la redundancia), pues tu sabes que para mi, siempre serás la mejor de las BFF... jejeje (no lo leas asi muy cursi :P   )&lt;br /&gt;Y bueeeeno.... ya habrá tiempecito pa´ponernos al corriente de lo que ha sido de tu vida y de la mia. Eso sip, no olvides seguir echandole ganas, que yo se que Dios tiene grandes planes para ti, no lo dudes :)&lt;br /&gt;Cuidate muuuucho, fren!!!!&lt;br /&gt;recibe un abrazo, y un kissesillo, asi de saludo.. jeje.&lt;br /&gt;com muuuucho cariño,&lt;br /&gt;ariita!!!! (como me dices de cariño :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2138326341442285601?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2138326341442285601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2138326341442285601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2138326341442285601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2138326341442285601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/amiga-es-tu-cumpleaos.html' title='Amiga, es tu cumpleaños.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/535343639_48d0fc232f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-6229721773722064511</id><published>2008-11-16T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:33:24.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Noche Por La Ciudad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15082599@N08/2529577756/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2262/2529577756_bc0b744f28_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Quizá el título te suena a título de canción de Alex Syntek. Sin embargo, la realidad es que en esta ciudad, y en esta noche, me encuentro con las luces de mis pensamientos,  todos se conectan, como si fueran carreteras, y se dirigen hacia una sola idea: el mañana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-6229721773722064511?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/6229721773722064511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=6229721773722064511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6229721773722064511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/6229721773722064511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-noche-por-la-ciudad.html' title='De Noche Por La Ciudad'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2262/2529577756_bc0b744f28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4829537479604040460</id><published>2008-11-07T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:15:05.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendor in yellow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/i_travel_east/3010384406/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3010384406_bf6723ef6b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/i_travel_east/3010384406/"&gt;Splendor in yellow...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/i_travel_east/"&gt;I Travel East&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just look around you. Feel happy. Be thrilled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4829537479604040460?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4829537479604040460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4829537479604040460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4829537479604040460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4829537479604040460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/splendor-in-yellow.html' title='Splendor in yellow...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3010384406_bf6723ef6b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-9192717465399919670</id><published>2008-11-04T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:17:09.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys...</title><content type='html'>I just saw a dude walk into the room.&lt;br /&gt;wearing a light brown jacket.&lt;br /&gt;getting home from college.&lt;br /&gt;he is my brother.&lt;br /&gt;and he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;it runs in the family, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;They are my brothers...&lt;br /&gt;and they are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one:&lt;br /&gt;Wise, a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second:&lt;br /&gt;Smart, very educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third:&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) And, oh, boy, I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-9192717465399919670?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/9192717465399919670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=9192717465399919670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/9192717465399919670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/9192717465399919670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy.html' title='Guys...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8803306933870101614</id><published>2008-11-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:58:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunes, principio de semana...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Se que debo mantener mi frente en alto,&lt;br /&gt;recordar,&lt;br /&gt;suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;respirar,&lt;br /&gt;caminar.&lt;br /&gt;Solo hacia adelante :)&lt;br /&gt;Tqbm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8803306933870101614?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8803306933870101614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8803306933870101614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8803306933870101614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8803306933870101614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunes-principio-de-semana.html' title='Lunes, principio de semana...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3544183377571360173</id><published>2008-10-28T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:14:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desde la estacion del subterraneo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eras la luz de mis ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gracias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por estar aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feliz regreso a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feliz viaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;llámame cuando llegues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10/28/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te extrañaremos.&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/48287037307221662-3544183377571360173?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3544183377571360173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3544183377571360173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3544183377571360173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3544183377571360173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/10/eres-la-luz-de-mis-ojos.html' title='desde la estacion del subterraneo...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5949080316139095112</id><published>2008-10-26T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:05:27.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo prometido es deuda :)</title><content type='html'>Hey.!! Ya estoy de vuelta. Y adivina que: estoy sonriendo. Después de todo, la vida sigue, la vida es bella, la vida será mejor, la vida es... Dios. Y Dios es Grande &amp;amp; Bueno. Nada de esto hubiera sido posible sin la ayuda de Alguien. Si puedes creer, al que cree todo es posible.!!! Saludos a todos. Y los mejores deseos para esta sección de su vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5949080316139095112?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5949080316139095112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5949080316139095112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5949080316139095112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5949080316139095112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/10/lo-prometido-es-deuda.html' title='Lo prometido es deuda :)'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-8664426685578566741</id><published>2008-10-24T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:23:01.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy me quejo, pero prometo sonreir mañana.</title><content type='html'>Bueno... Solo quiero quejarme poquito. Un tantito, para que después desaparezca todo y no me duela. Hay millones de cosas que mi pequeña cabecita no se explica en este momento. Y aunque trate de entenderlo, no bastará querer entender. Hace mucho tiempo... y ¿por qué desapareció todo? Se aproxima el final del 2008. Ni siquiera me imaginaba que iba a ser tan diferente. Necesito desahogarme, y es como si estuviera en una busqueda del tesoro. No he dejado de pensar en lo que mi vida era antes... Aprendí una frase de un amigo valioso. Me dijo: Pasado pisado. Y quizá tiene razón, nada de lo que fué, es mas. Cambié yo, y conmigo el mundo a mi alrededor. Si, soy una victima. Victima de mi misma. Y solo quiero que todo pase, y que esté todo bien.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que contarte... Tengo que decirte...&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo que me entristece demasiado. Y es algo a lo que no le veo fin y tengo que sacarlo. Llegué a sentirme dichosa por no ser parte de las estadísticas, pero la verdad es que estoy mas cerca de ser parte de ellas de lo que imaginaba: Estadística a) Si tus padres aún viven y aún casados el uno con el otro, eres raro... Y no me importaría seguir siendo rara, con tal de ser la persona que creía ser. Tengo seis días sin ver a uno de mis progenitores. No se en dónde está, ni como está, ni que ha hecho o deshecho. No se si es felíz, no se si va a regresar. No se que pasa, ni que pasó. Y duele como no tienes idea. Se que están separados y que el mundo ya no es como solía serlo... He llorado todos los días de esta semana, fue bien dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una combinación. Si no era una cosa, era la otra. &lt;br /&gt;Aparte de eso, mi corazón se siente raro... El chico que me gustaba, alguien importante que se ganó una sonrisa mia se ha ido para siempre, quizá. Se despidió sin promesas, sin planes de regresar, sin sonrisas; se fue lejos. Dejó a un lado los momentos, cambió de parecer de una hora a la otra. No se si agradecerle por ser emocionalmente inteligente, o dejar que todo pase y nada cambie. Me esforce por hacerle saber que es importante para mi. -Felicitaciones, me dijo. No dejó de repetirme que de su parte, había hecho lo necesario, y se iba con tranquilidad. Si, sinceramente me duele.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigo sin saber qué duele más.-&lt;br /&gt;Uy! Además me estresó haber salido tarde de trabajar hoy. Yo quería irme, y ya eran las 5:00 pm! Y la entrevista con el cliente aun no terminaba!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dios, se que no tienes por qué arreglar lo que yo he desarreglado. Sin embargo, quiero invitarte a ser parte de mi vida. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-8664426685578566741?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/8664426685578566741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=8664426685578566741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8664426685578566741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/8664426685578566741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy-me-quejo-pero-prometo-sonreir-maana.html' title='Hoy me quejo, pero prometo sonreir mañana.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2829889870434736936</id><published>2008-10-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:48:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember LA?</title><content type='html'>Downtown.. if i only had paid a little more atention to the details. Maybe our story would be different...&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, it's not all about me.&lt;br /&gt;But i still want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-2829889870434736936?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2829889870434736936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2829889870434736936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2829889870434736936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2829889870434736936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-la.html' title='Remember LA?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-499174002838933162</id><published>2008-10-02T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:56:16.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A guided tour through todays NY Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/01/opinion/01friedman.html?partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;Wall Street as of Oct. 1, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/15/health/views/15mind.html?partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;About doctors and e-mails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-499174002838933162?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/499174002838933162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=499174002838933162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/499174002838933162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/499174002838933162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/10/wall-street-as-of-oct.html' title='A guided tour through todays NY Times'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4741759416317708068</id><published>2008-09-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:25:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualified Medical Examiner</title><content type='html'>...hoy estaba muy concentrada trabajando, la oficina de abogados de compensación laboral, actualizando un archivo que tendría una cita este mismo dia. me encontré con un documento, parecia correspondencia de la compañia de seguros opuesta. volteé la hoja para ver de que se trataba, y me llevé una agradable sorpresa. era una lista de doctores calificados del estado, para hacer una evaluación a nuestro cliente, el trabajador herido. el primer doctor de la lista, dr. suarez, estudió en la universidad de montemorelos, de la generación del 84. lleva veintiún años de práctica como especialista en medicina interna. Y dije: esta es mi escuela...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Extraño sentirme identificada con algo. Y muy en el fondo, sin compartirlo, siempre me imagino en qué será regresar a lo que antes era mi vida. Confío en que no estoy sola, ni abandonada. Y que mi rumbo se irá marcando positivamente. Saludos desde aqui hasta allá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4741759416317708068?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4741759416317708068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4741759416317708068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4741759416317708068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4741759416317708068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/09/qualified-medical-examiner.html' title='Qualified Medical Examiner'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-2611653378490610917</id><published>2008-09-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:37:12.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me acompañaste a estar sola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cold Feet by arianina, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shikiyaya/2311270971/"&gt;&lt;img height="143" alt="Cold Feet" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2311270971_f833097bb7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Me fuí; y conmigo, cada uno de los pensamientos que me rodeaban."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te extraño. Y esto siginifica que ha pasado mucho tiempo, y no he podido hablarte acerca de nada. El mundo sigue girando. Tu mundo. Y el mio tambien. Y que tal si pueden girar juntos? Crees que con el tiempo, la fuerza centrífuga nos haga salir disparando en direcciones opuestas? O que la fuerza centrípeta junte los caminos? ... Es solo una alegoría, por que se que el mundo depende de Algo mas Grande que las no tan simples fuerzas de la gravedad y la física. Hubo un momento en que quise alejarme del rumbo que nuestra relación había tomado. Y hasta cierto punto, pensé que era un poco abrumadora. Me da tranquilidad que hoy hayas sido fuerte, y me hayas dicho que no me querias ver. No directamente, sino con palabras sabias. Sin embargo, sigo con unas inmensas ganas de ver que me sonreias... en memoria del diecinueve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy tengo algunos motivos para esar aqui. Necesitaba pensar un ratito más, y dejar una huella en el espacio acerca de esto. No hay muchas actualizaciones por el momento, solo quiero asegurarme que cuanto leas esto, sepas que el mundo sigue girando y no se ha detenido. A pesar de eso, empiezo a pensar que te extraño mas de lo que inicialmente creía. Despues me pregunto si este sentimiento tambien se va a ir. Y después... ya te contaré lo que pasó.&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/48287037307221662-2611653378490610917?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/2611653378490610917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=2611653378490610917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2611653378490610917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/2611653378490610917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-fu-y-conmigo-cada-uno-de-los.html' title='Me acompañaste a estar sola'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2311270971_f833097bb7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-7778819982031761392</id><published>2008-09-24T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:53:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scraping together the facts*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;A cold sharp scalpel made a wound on her abdomen. I didn’t know that the scraping of a little piece of metal being firmly presses against her skin would later change more than one life. It was the day of her surgery, so I woke up thinking about her. Early on that cold February morning, I quickly got up out of my bed, and rapidly passed the wooden doors that separated my reality form the world outside, and then flared the question I already knew the answer to. I made a usual turn into the kitchen, where I found my father. He had already come back from the hospital and was delightfully having breakfast. “She is probably out of the OR by now, sweetie,” he said between sandwich bites. “Don’t stress.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It did not take me an enormous amount of time to understand the implications and consequences of this moment in my life. My mother was undergoing massive surgery, and after that, according to the hunch in my heart, my life would change; even so, being an insecure but dedicated medical student during the immediate eighteen months prior to the surgery had awaken many curiosities and random facts about the surgery that was being performed on the same body of the same person that gave me birth. I became eager to know important details about the procedure: the powerful perfusion of anesthesia with a poking needle; the exploring in the abdominal cavity with a huge pair of metallic pliers, graciously handled by a helpful surgeon; the scraping and cutting of live tissue; the long and painful recovery process. And in my mind, I wanted to know that I was able to explain to myself and understand every firm movement of the surgeon’s well prepared hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;However, the campus where I learned to love medicine, and attended medical school, was my little world inside the world. It had many attractions which invited me to remain unworried of whatever could affect the schedule of my life and days at that time: a big food court, free dessert on Saturdays; a comfortable dorm room, air-conditioned and with pink walls; a new-built running track, a playground next to it; as a plus, it was the location where I could always be surrounded by friends; no doubt, my favorite place, and never thought of leaving all this. I liked it there because I felt safe, and the idea of not being part of this particular school system sounded uncomfortable to my ears; like a scrape of broken chalk on the blackboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;For a moment, I sat near the front deck of my house, my other favorite place, and after thinking about school and surgeries very much on the evening of surgery day, I made up my mind and tried to live Reality. I wouldn’t go to the place far away from home. I would stay not against my will, but wanting instead, at home, to be with my mother along the post-surgery process. Deep in my heart, I allowed myself to believe in and trust this decision, for I would make an impression of love on a wounded person, and maybe make the scars hurt less. On the other hand, not going back did not imply that my passion for medical science would be lost, buy maybe even grow. I ended my thinking session and took a very short nap, just to pretend I was relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Close to the immediate moments after the surgery, I was able to visit my mother at the hospital. I slowly walked down the halls, passed wide and blue closed doors, then into the big beige recovery room and towards the nearest bed at the corner. I looked at my mom and smiled, I knew she was going to be fine. Her face was as pale as the white lab coat I used to wear during my former school days. Her lips dry like the feeling of the toasted bread I watched my father bite during breakfast the same day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I reached and cherished her warm hand, immediately imagining how every blood cell in her body was now circulating freely through each and every blood vessel, without stopping to feed any strange tumor obstructing a vein or artery or any organ. Her eyes were closed; she was still covered with cotton-like sheets, and still connected by needles and tubes to her medical monitoring devices too.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m okay,” she whispered. The constant and evened beep of an amplified heart beat confirmed her words. And I still surprisingly remembered how to read a live electrocardiogram, so I knew there was nothing going wrong. “I’m just a little thirsty,” and right after she said that, I decided to register that specific moment in my mind, and made sure to never regret wanting to be by her side, supporting her and smiling back. “I will be fine, I know, okay?” she added while trying to squeeze my hand. And of course I knew that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*My first official essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-7778819982031761392?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/7778819982031761392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=7778819982031761392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7778819982031761392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/7778819982031761392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/09/scraping-together-facts.html' title='Scraping together the facts*'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5295969659810659997</id><published>2008-09-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:44:39.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimiento de cambio de residencias medicas</title><content type='html'>Tras varios años de espera y gestiones se abre la oportunidad para que los egresados de la carrera de Medicina presenten el examen nacional de aspirantes a residencias médicas (ENARM) en un día diferente al sábado, al ser cambiado el formato a una plataforma electrónica y modificarse las sedes y fechas.Desde 1992, la UM ha hecho peticiones a las autoridades correspondientes de gobierno para cambiar el día en que se presentaba este examen, sin obtener ningún resultado favorable.Sin embargo, "como parte del esfuerzo de la Secretaría de Salud por hacer más eficiente, equitativo y transparente la aplicación del XXXII ENARM", el Dr. José Ángel Córdova Villalobos, actual secretario federal de Salud y presidente en turno de la Comisión Interinstitucional para la Formación de Recursos Humanos para la Salud (CIFRHS), instruyó el cambio de formato, que requirió la modificación de las sedes y fechas.Los días fijados para la presentación del examen son entre el 6 y el 10 de septiembre, dependiendo el apellido del aspirante.Esta noticia fue motivo de agradecimiento a Dios en la UM, razón por la cual en el programa de despedida de sábado el 30 de agosto, el rector, Prof. Ismael Castillo, invitó a pasar al frente a directivos, maestros y egresados de la carrera de Medicina para tener una oración especial de gratitud.Por Lisseth Cruz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5295969659810659997?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5295969659810659997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5295969659810659997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5295969659810659997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5295969659810659997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/09/agradecimiento-de-cambio-de-residencias.html' title='Agradecimiento de cambio de residencias medicas'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3295439506239285579</id><published>2008-09-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:26:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;EXPERIENCE IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU DON'T GET WHAT YOU WANTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-3295439506239285579?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3295439506239285579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3295439506239285579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3295439506239285579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3295439506239285579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-666526438481548356</id><published>2008-07-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:27:45.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Carrera en forma de Ilusión.</title><content type='html'>Quise evitar lo inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;Vencer lo invencible...&lt;br /&gt;Borrar lo imborrable...&lt;br /&gt;Pensar lo impensable...&lt;br /&gt;Querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy hoy aquí, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haciéndote&lt;/span&gt; una confesión.&lt;br /&gt;No quería echar por la borda ese sueño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi nacer en mi esa ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;-Nació durante el último semestre de preparatoria. Recuerdo las palabras de un consejero en aquel día. Y desde ese momento, casi todo marchó a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ilusión creció.&lt;br /&gt;-Creció en los momentos en los cuales intentaba tomar una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisión&lt;/span&gt; que me acompañaría el resto de mi vida. También creció durante el proceso de aceptación propia de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desición&lt;/span&gt; que estaba tomando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ilusión se alimentó, la alimenté, y muchos ayudaron a la permanencia.&lt;br /&gt;-Fueron tres semestres muy especiales en mi vida. Estuvimos ahí. Los factores que más me ayudaban a convencerme de haberle hecho caso a ese sueño fue la esperanza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quería echar por la borda ese sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, tomar de nuevo una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desición&lt;/span&gt; no es lo más sencillo del planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Muchos me han aconsejado luchar por lo que uno realmente quiere.&lt;br /&gt;Otros me han aconsejado no conformarme con las vueltas de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mayoría&lt;/span&gt; me ha aconsejado no dejar que los obstáculos me frenen.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos me han aconsejado hacer lo que mi corazón y mi mente me dicten.&lt;br /&gt;Todos me han aconsejado que ore, para hacer la voluntad de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Unos me han aconsejado regresar.&lt;br /&gt;Unos me han aconsejado no regresar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie me ha dicho que lo mejor es dejar que las circunstancias decidan por mi. Y en serio, no quería que el tiempo y las circunstancias decidieran por mi. Es lo último que tenía en mi lista.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, al paso que voy, y el panorama general de lo que es la vida para mi en este momento, me está orillando a hacerle caso a esa parte de mi que siempre decidí ignorar: el conformismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bien, mi realidad no se explicartela con palabras, mi mente entiende el mundo de una manera... y aunque no hay ninguna seguridad de que al cambiar el método, haya éxito, he decidido intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, mi supuesto conformismo temporal lo puedo canalizar para poner en uso cada habilidad, y usarlo a mi favor, como motivación, como fuerza, como pretexto y escusa para -ahora sí- hacer lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo comprobar con hechos que no quería echar por la borda ese sueño... Sin embargo, mi situación es otra. El ambiente ha cambiado. Mi realidad se ha materializado. Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desición&lt;/span&gt; está por concretarse. Que si me duele? Un poco. Confieso que no es como me lo imaginé. Confieso que aunque pasen los años, puede ser que siga pensando en esto todos los días. Pero por hoy, me detengo a pensar, y caigo en cuenta: El castillo de Mi carrera como Médico-Cirujana ha cerrado. Hay una pausa en esta, mi carrera, que me gustaría describir como incómoda. Y es un obstáculo sinceramente real, que puedo percibir con mis dos pies bien puestos sobre la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me enfrenté a mi misma, analizando las posibilidades y las salidas. Mi conciencia es suficiente para hacerme reflexionar y preguntarme si realmente voy a dejarme vencer tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facilmente&lt;/span&gt;. Han pasado 7 meses... Yo soy la que conozco la situación en la que me encuentro. Yo estoy por definir y concretar mi futuro, mi profesión, mi camino. Y ya he luchado con el miedo al remordimiento de abandonar ese sueño. Así pasa cuando sucede... y hoy me sucedió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo único que le pido al mundo es que trate de comprenderme. Que me apoye a pesar de todo. Que me aliente, y me aconseje a seguir echandole ganas en las nuevas etapas que intentaré emprender. Que yo, a pesar de haber cambiado y ser diferente, pueda seguir siendo la misma persona que tú conoces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si me duele? Si, me duele un poco. Pero tengo esperanza, y sé que a final de cuentas, voy a mirar hacia atrás y no todo va a verse negativo. Va a haber resultados positivos. Con la ayuda de Dios, habré formado un pasado del que pueda estar orgullosa, satisfecha y felíz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me estoy resignando, solo adaptando una lucha diferente a la que ya estaba acostumbrada. Y deseo que esto siga siendo una parte de mi vida y de mis recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta siempre, queridos compañeros Futuros Médicos.&lt;br /&gt;Prometo llevarlos siempre en mi corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-666526438481548356?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/666526438481548356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=666526438481548356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/666526438481548356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/666526438481548356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/07/sueos-y-verdades.html' title='Mi Carrera en forma de Ilusión.'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-4828626685866830267</id><published>2008-07-16T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:44:36.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si, No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hoy es martes o miercoles?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy toda confundida.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una cosa que te tengo que decir.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aún.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las aventuras de hoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;A birthday wish &amp;amp; mexican T-food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Manejando por el i-105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Que moquera, la pavada de las llaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Los videos desde mi PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-4828626685866830267?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/4828626685866830267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=4828626685866830267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4828626685866830267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/4828626685866830267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-no.html' title='Si, No?'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-3593287414854397953</id><published>2008-07-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:08:21.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="DSC03125 by arianina, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shikiyaya/2668776454/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC03125" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2668776454_ce5985bc9e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estuvimos en la playa, tratando de observar un nuevo atardecer. Hablando de defectos y virtudes. De paises y costumbres. De Francia. No hicimos mas que pasar la tarde juntos. Preguntando. Escuchando. Y vimos los aviones volar. En serio. En Dockweiler Beach.&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/48287037307221662-3593287414854397953?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/3593287414854397953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=3593287414854397953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3593287414854397953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/3593287414854397953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunset.html' title='A Sunset'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2668776454_ce5985bc9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48287037307221662.post-5223247087682005419</id><published>2008-07-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:41:51.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un verano de verdades...</title><content type='html'>Al parecer, la mayoria de las situaciones han vuelto a la normalidad.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, sé que no todo ha sido fácil. Que nada de lo que es ahora, hubiera sido posible de no haber tomado aquella desición. Ha sido el verano más largo de mi vida, creo. Porque el verano para mí comenzó en Primavera y en Invierno... cuando todavía faltaban momentos por cumplirse. Incluso, lo prematuro vino a dar una invitación a lo Positivo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora... Ahora que el sol está fuerte que brilla, y el calor está fuerte que incomoda, y la playa está fuerte que refresca, puedo tranquilamente decir: Feliz verano.&lt;br /&gt;Le agradezco a mis amistades que han estado ahi para verme sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;A mi familia, que me ha hecho darme cuenta que todo sucede por un motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Y que sin esperanza no hay futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Por las nuevas experiencias, y la nueva perspectiva que ha surgido en mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi corazón, por tener la fortaleza de no darse por vencido.&lt;br /&gt;A mi sueño que ha tenido la paciencia de no esfumarse ni ahogarse.&lt;br /&gt;Por la incertidumbre de un nuevo amanecer, un nuevo comienzo, un nuevo camino...&lt;br /&gt;Por los cuentos ajenos que viví en palabras e imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;A las miradas que me hacen recordar que existe el arte.&lt;br /&gt;A los que nos olvidamos de pensar en los recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;Asi es la vida...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo es la vida?&lt;br /&gt;Bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/48287037307221662-5223247087682005419?l=rainyday47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/feeds/5223247087682005419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=48287037307221662&amp;postID=5223247087682005419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5223247087682005419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/48287037307221662/posts/default/5223247087682005419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainyday47.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-verano-de-verdades.html' title='Un verano de verdades...'/><author><name>la de lentes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
