<?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-10357135</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:08:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OniGirL</title><subtitle type='html'>I give you all that I have but you don`t see!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116979169922813714</id><published>2007-01-25T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:08:19.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RebeLde</title><content type='html'>Elaborado por el compadre NoeL a ver que les parece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/REBELDIA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116979169922813714?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116979169922813714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116979169922813714' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116979169922813714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116979169922813714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2007/01/rebelde.html' title='RebeLde'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116892578456727945</id><published>2007-01-15T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:36:24.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine Freunde!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4406/797/1600/788977/beko%2Cakire%2Cmirel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4406/797/320/919341/beko%2Cakire%2Cmirel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y he aqui una prueba de que AKIRE en las fiestas no toma ni una gota de alcohol, se divierte sanamente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116892578456727945?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116892578456727945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116892578456727945' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116892578456727945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116892578456727945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2007/01/meine-freunde.html' title='Meine Freunde!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116763415852339677</id><published>2007-01-01T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:14:48.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Y oyendo a los Foo Fighters esta ùltima noche del año 2006 hago un recuento de los daños:&lt;br /&gt;Enero: Descanso prolongadooooo, me enterè que vendrìan los Dirty pretty Things!!!&lt;br /&gt;Febrero: Conciertazo de los Dirty Pretty Things!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                 Despuès de la espera que fuè larga U2, de nuevo en Mèxico, estuve taaan lejos que                        Bono      era como un lunar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marzo: Ohhh muchos muchos acontecimientos en mi vida, el cumpleaños de LoLO el mismo dìa que el concierto de Oasis.....duh duh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abril: Oh oH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mayo: Larga fuè la espera pero "Nothing`s impossible"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DM !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agosto: Para festejar el mes de Pietro, Bloc Party en fila cero...(desgraciadamente....uhm bueno ni hablar) y seguidito casi de Coheed and Cambria!!!&lt;br /&gt;Septiembre:El mejor concierto con los cuates.....en el palacio de los deportes....yijaaaaaa y Los dandy Warhols....... Beko y yo bendecidas por Phoenix!!!!!!!! y dìas màs tarde.....Slayer(oh Dave!)&lt;br /&gt;Octubre: Acompañanarìa a Paola al Live and Louder.....uy uy uy .......Placebo....era virgen de verlos(lo sè nos visitan diario....duh)&lt;br /&gt;Noviembre: haaartas gracias a todos los que me felicitaron, ciertamente ha sido de los cumpleaños dificiles de olvidar, todos mis amigos reuniditos....con hartos ànimos de festejar(y de embriagarse) hahahahahahahahahaha y mi primer concierto en la sala NeZAHUALCOYOTL(uuuy a mis 20)&lt;br /&gt;Diciembre: Pus....el ùltimo mes del año, el màs cargado y a ratos muy frio!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero....en fìn la vida continùa, y espero que nuevas sorpresas esperen por mi este año que inicia...hahahahaha duh Feliz año, a todos los que lean esto....pasenla bien y que sus deseos se cumplan, al màximo o mìnimamente hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116763415852339677?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116763415852339677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116763415852339677' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116763415852339677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116763415852339677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-year.html' title='Next Year!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116719510253086243</id><published>2006-12-26T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:51:42.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Queriditos reyes MAGOS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4406/797/1600/439618/perttu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4406/797/320/332219/perttu3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esto, entre otras cosas(la ambiciosa) es lo que quiero este 6 de enero....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116719510253086243?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116719510253086243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116719510253086243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116719510253086243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116719510253086243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/12/queriditos-reyes-magos.html' title='Queriditos reyes MAGOS:'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116642039460536567</id><published>2006-12-17T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:39:54.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howl sòlo se roba el corazòn de las chicas bonitas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Howl__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4406/797/320/998233/Howl__.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116642039460536567?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116642039460536567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116642039460536567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116642039460536567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116642039460536567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/12/howl-slo-se-roba-el-corazn-de-las.html' title='Howl sòlo se roba el corazòn de las chicas bonitas...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116417867425956643</id><published>2006-11-22T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:57:54.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zum geburstag Fûr Mich!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lo que màs me gusta de los cumpleaños es recibir muchos muchos abrazos de la gente que quiero, este año recibì màs de lo que podrìa haber imaginado, mañanitas mañaneras del ronco pecho de mi padre, abrazo caluroso de mi jefaza!!! felicitaciones por parte de mis compañeritos de la clase de bataquerìa( eso incluye al maistro Rafiu!!!! y a su ya conocido amigo el profe Adrìàn), por la tarde-noche mis amigos y yo nos congregarìamos para dar un bonito paseo en trajineras contando con invitado(as) especiales desde la hermana repùblica del edo de Mèxico vino Paola(que laaargo recorrido se aventò pa venir a festejarme), por supuesto estuvo en el ya citado evento am besten Freunde Pietro con su respective Freundin Karen y por su pollo sus amigos Sonik y el Enorme!!!(vino Silva tambièn al cual pido una sincera disculpa por la demora), por supuesto nos acompañò Azya que habìa tenido su cumpleaños unos dìas antes y tambièn la celebramos en compañìa de sus amigos y Marce, por supuesto la bandita ENAP!!! hizo acto de presencia, La mujercita màs hermosa del grupito vino doña Iv!!!!!, por supuesto el joven Army al cual agradezco profundamente su compañìa, la buena Moooontse!!!, Liz Carmelina y Daniel celebridades de la ya citada escuela!!!tuvimos una sorpesa en la noche contar con la compañìa del buen Eduardo, por supuesto en este evento no podìa faltar Rbk!!!que despuès de viajar desde no sè donde!!! llegò, no olvido que estuvo Mirel y Karla (Karlita vino con su hermanita, graacias Laurita)amenizandome la noche con sus chistes y sus risas, desde luego agradezco profundamente a Miguel y a Heidi su presencia!!!  Muchas gracias a Astrid por hospedarnos amablemente en su hogar al termino del festejo, no sin antes acompañarnos a una fiesta  de una ENAPA que cumplìa años tambièn, agradezco tambièn a todos los que no pudieron venir pero que me han felicitado se siente bien cumplir 20 años(si como no!) en compañìa de gente tan valiosa como todos ustedes, esta bien sì ya me puse sentimental dah dah! eso pasa con la edad....MUCHAS GRACIAS DE VERDAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para concluir la reseña el domingo fui toda desvelada y maltrecha con Odin a la sala Nezahualcòyotl, Odin creo que iba igual que yo...nos mojamos y nos mojò un auto en Insurgentes!! justo ese dia hace un año estaba vienod a vaquero y la estaba pasando terriblemente mal(verdad Pedro?), a veces creo que las cosas no mejoran pero este año comprobè que sì!!!!! huhuhuhuhu&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/10357135-116417867425956643?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116417867425956643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116417867425956643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116417867425956643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116417867425956643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/zum-geburstag-fr-mich.html' title='Zum geburstag Fûr Mich!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116338553320737640</id><published>2006-11-12T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:38:53.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don`t even know you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/peke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/peke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116338553320737640?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116338553320737640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116338553320737640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116338553320737640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116338553320737640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-even-know-you.html' title='I don`t even know you...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116287553855726608</id><published>2006-11-06T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:58:58.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZUM GEBURSTAG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;zum geburstag viel Glûck!!!!! zum Geburstag alles gute!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FELICIDADES ASTRID&amp;LALO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que gracioso es que hayan nacido el mismo dìa, con un año de diferencia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116287553855726608?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116287553855726608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116287553855726608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116287553855726608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116287553855726608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/zum-geburstag.html' title='ZUM GEBURSTAG!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116279307015096266</id><published>2006-11-06T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:04:30.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Èl sì que es grande....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/enorme%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/enorme%26me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquì les dejo una foto del helloween!!!!!!!! duh duh!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116279307015096266?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116279307015096266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116279307015096266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116279307015096266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116279307015096266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/11/l-s-que-es-grande.html' title='Èl sì que es grande....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116213643031307036</id><published>2006-10-29T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:40:30.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Se aproxima mi 20 ANIVERSARIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/joey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy....de pasar 20 años con esta misma cara, cuerpo, ojos,manos...pero lo que SÌ ha cambiado han sido mis amigos, ahora a casi 18 dìas para mi cumpleaños, puedo decir que tengo a los amigos màs poca madre que me acompañàràn al cumplimiento de mis siguientes 20!!! Por eso, yo sè que me regalaràn unas &lt;em&gt;"AHEAD DRUMMSTICKS" como las de Joey!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116213643031307036?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116213643031307036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116213643031307036' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116213643031307036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116213643031307036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-aproxima-mi-20-aniversario.html' title='Se aproxima mi 20 ANIVERSARIO'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116192263139467937</id><published>2006-10-26T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:19:01.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hace unos minutos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se oye la mùsica de Zoè saliendo del televisor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi madre: ¿quien cabròn son esos pendejos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo: ah! Zoè...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi madre: uh...dicen que son la revelaciòn musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se oye el cambio de canal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi jefa es la neta (con el debido respeto para los que gusten de la fina musica de ZOè)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116192263139467937?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116192263139467937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116192263139467937' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116192263139467937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116192263139467937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/10/hace-unos-minutos.html' title='Hace unos minutos...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116157182660156724</id><published>2006-10-22T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:50:26.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y de cuando  Ænima ....tuvo otro significado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/aenima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/aenima.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say the end is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say we'll see armageddon soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I certainly hope we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I sure could use a vacation from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Any fucking time. Any fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your figure and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your latte and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your lawsuit and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your hairpiece and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your prozac and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your pilot and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your contract and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fret for your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Any fucking time. Any fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say a comet will fall from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say the end is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say we'll see armageddon soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I certainly hope we will cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I sure could use a vacation from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One great big festering neon distraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom is going to fix it all soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom is coming round to put it back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the way it oughtta be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck L Ron Hubbard and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck all his clones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck all these gun-toting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hip gangster wannabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck retro anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck your tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck all you junkies and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck your short memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck smiley glad-hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With hidden agendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuck these dysfunctional,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Insecure actresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cuz I'm praying for rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm praying for tidal waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna see the ground give way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna watch it all go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom please flush it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna see it go right in and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna watch it go right in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watch you flush it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time to bring it down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't just call me pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Try and read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't imagine why you wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Welcome any change, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna see it all come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;flush it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el mejor tributo a Tool al que he ido...hace ya un año....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116157182660156724?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116157182660156724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116157182660156724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116157182660156724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116157182660156724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/10/y-de-cuando-nima-tuvo-otro-significado.html' title='Y de cuando  Ænima ....tuvo otro significado'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116110012855871756</id><published>2006-10-17T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:48:48.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/wonder%20-%20Alex%20Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/wonder%20-%20Alex%20Grey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oye me das permiso de pasar?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116110012855871756?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116110012855871756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116110012855871756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116110012855871756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116110012855871756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/10/bu.html' title='bu!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-116002249039609057</id><published>2006-10-04T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:28:10.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me happy for one moment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/i_heart_u__by_poop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/i_heart_u__by_poop_art.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make me happy for one moment of my lifetime!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I only once could kiss you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I miss you!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DU DU DU RU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dah!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-116002249039609057?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/116002249039609057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=116002249039609057' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116002249039609057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/116002249039609057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-happy-for-one-moment.html' title='Make me happy for one moment....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115954304803759512</id><published>2006-09-29T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:18:45.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A peticiòn de Pedro....</title><content type='html'>--&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/wusser-green-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/wusser-green-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Tocada%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/Tocada%20114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eran casi las 5 pm, camino de regreso a casa y Akire a su respectiva clase de Historia del arte en su ya conocida escuela "LA ENAP", pero ese dìa nada màs importaba ni las clases que habìa perdido, habìa que conseguir las entradas para el concierto de =w=, ya que no habìan ganado los boletos en "FILA CERO"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(esta plàtica se desarrollò en el metro en la lìnea cafè)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: oye Pedro....vas a hacer algo ahorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro:(la mira con una expresiòn de nomechingues estoy bien cansado) No, ¿por què?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ....ah, es que hoy va estar =w= en entrevista ahi en reactor, me dijeron que iba a ser a las 6, quiero ir de chismosota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: ...ah y ¿crees que los vamos a ver Erika?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: Pues de lejos, yo creo que sì...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(se acercan a la estaciòn chabacano, deben decidir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ay andale Pedro ya vamos, yo tengo clase y no voy a ir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: uhm...bueno ya...vamos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(despuès de un par de estaciones al fin llegan a la estaciòn coyoacàn, y deben caminar un par de cuadras para llegar al "recinto")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: es aquì....¿què hora es?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: quien sabe eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ojalà la entrevista si sea a las 6...a ver traes crèdito para llamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: sì...(le da el celular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: eh...hola!...oye =w= va estar en entrevista hoy?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor (creo que era el sopas): ah?....ah no...no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¿como que no?!!!!!!!!!!!! estoy esperando desde hace rato....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: ah...y eres muy muy fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: sì ya tengo mi boleto para mañana..y quiero verlos...de cerca....estoy aquì afuera con un amigo y venimos desde bieeeeen lejos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: ah....pues es que creo que ya no van a venir....eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: como que no....como que crees que ya no???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: sì, es que antes fueron a otro evento y creo que ya estan cansados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ay no seas mala onda me estas "choriando" dime a que hora llegan para saber cuanto esperar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: en serio estas allà afuera esperàndolos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: pues sì!! no sè por què no me crees!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: y nos estas oyendo?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: no, no tengo "walkman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: uy no asi menos te digo si van a venir eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ay no manches....ya...dime a que hora...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Locutor: bueno...bueno ya no te alteres, si van a venir pero hasta las 8 pm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿@ªªªªªªªª quèeeeee!....bueno...està bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: que? que te dijo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: chale...pura babosada, pero =w=llega hasta las 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: ¿y còmo sabes que no te engañò?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: chale!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: yo digo que nada màs te engañò...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: chale! es que nada màs se burlaba de mì!!! si es cierto quizà no lleguen, peor quieor esperar....a ver vamos a preguntarle a los de la puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: va...pero no creo que sepan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora Policìa: ey que se le ofrece srita?(cubriendo su libretita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ah...oiga no sabe si hoy va a venir una banda que se llama WEEZER?  a entrevista ahi a reactor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: ah gûiser?...a ver deja reviso....eh no no tenemos a ninguna banda con ese nombre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ah no? revise bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora(dirigièndose a otro policìa): oye hoy va a venir gûiser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señor: eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: sì sì gûiser ahi al programa del sopas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señor: ah no no sè...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: ah mira ahi viene Julio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: oye que va a venir gûiser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Julio:????(y sigue caminando hacia el interior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: no hija, pues yo creo que no van a venir eh...pero deja lo anoto...como dices que se llaman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: WEEZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora:(escribiendo el nombre de la banda ) ya lo anotè...pero ps a ver si llegan eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire se fija y la señora escribiò Wusser!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: ya viste Erika...no van a venir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se acerca una chica con sus gafas y un cuaderno y pregunta de una forma sospechosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chica: Oigan vienen a ver a weezer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro, Akire: ??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: es que yo sì....estoy enamorada de Rivers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro, Akire: ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: (mostrandoles su libreta) sì, tengo un buen de fotos....le he escrito poemas....no no...lo amo...lo adoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro, Akire: (se acercan a ver el cuaderno y hay un montòn de recortiros adornados con diamantina y cualquier cantidad de materiales manuales)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica:........(las siguientes dos horas se la pasò hablando de còmo soñò con Rivers....las cartas y los pemas que le ha escritos, mosntrando los dibujos que ha hecho de èl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro, Akire: (piensan chale que pedo ya que se calle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De repente llegò un chico muy simpàtico con su gafete de UNIVERSAL....se acerca a la puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: sì joven en que le puedo ayudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JOven: ah....es que vengo de la disquera UNIVERSAL con la banda =w=...ya vienen en camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Señora: ah "gûiser"...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: si yo voy a andar por aquì hasta que la camioneta llegue.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: no manches Pedro el wey acaba de decir que =w=viene en camino!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: No mames que chingòn erika!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: aaaay Rivers bonito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro, akire: ????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: chale quioero ir a preguntarle al wey de ellos o algo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: pues ve!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: voy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: sì...deme la de a litro....(voltea a ver a akire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: hola....hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: Hola....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: oye vienes con los de =w=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: si si....los  estas esperando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: si desde hace un ratote....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: uy pero yo creo que ni los vas a ver....bueno es que nos evan a bajar ni nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: queee? por què no? apoco van a entrar asi en la camioneta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: sì , es que ya vienen bien cansados, de hecho vienen a la entrevista porque esta en su itinerario...pero pues ya vienen de haber tenido uan convivencia en telehit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: aaah no manches chale!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: sì lo siento, pero ps si ya tienes voleto mañana los veràs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ay si pero bien lejotes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: no creas no se han vendido ni la mitad de boletos y noc reo que se acaben..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: chale que mal pedo y por què el cocnierto va a ser en el palacio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Pedro se acerca y el joven se le queda viendo coquetamente de inmediato le da la mano y se prensenta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro:???? Hola....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: ah si le decìa a tu amiga que ellos tocan en estadio y pues de repente venir a un paìs en dodne no han tocado antes y tocar en un recinto pequeño pues..los hubiera hecho sentir extraños, porque estan acostumbrados a otra cosa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: pues sì, pero no van a llenar el palacio, es absurdo...debieron venir al salon 21 o algo asi pa verlos màs de cercassss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: pues si...pero la disquera creyò que llenarìan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: que mal pedo...y ahorita ni los voy a ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Joven: NO, PERO TE REGALO ESTO...ES UNA COPIA DE COMO VA A QUEDAR ACOMODADO EL EQUIPO MAÑANA...debo irme...voy a registrarme y todo eso...pero que la pases bien Pedro....ciao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: aaaay si soy Pedro y le gustè al de la disquera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: hahahahaha guacala que pedo...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: que que les dijo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: no pus nada....que van a venir, pero que no nos van a firmar nada ..hahaha, yo creo que ya nos vamos...ah pero nos diò esto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: que que???aaaay que padre...me puedes sacar unca fotocopia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire...(piensa ps ya que)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro.: ay ya vamonos ya me tiene harto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: a mì tambièn pero pss es mal pedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro: ps si pero es hartante....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ahi esta ahi esta la camioneta!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro:¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: mira mira...Brian...me sonrie...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedro:...que chido...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ya podemos irnos....deja le doy su copia...a la tipa esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: los viste??? ay Rivers precioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: (a punto de vomitar ) eh eh sì...bueno nos vemos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chica: a ver si mañana nos vemos en el cocnierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: (se dice entre dientes) ojalà no!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chica: mande?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akire: ah nada nada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comparto con ustedes la fotocopia que me dieron....es bonita que no?...bueno ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10357135-115954304803759512?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115954304803759512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115954304803759512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115954304803759512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115954304803759512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/09/peticin-de-pedro.html' title='A peticiòn de Pedro....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115884753339573062</id><published>2006-09-21T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:19:01.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=W= A un año....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/weezer-green-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/weezer-green-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sujeto: (se limpia las manos en el pantalòn y se acerca para saludar) HEY !!! QUE ONDA ERIKA COMO VISTE EL CONCIERTO???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: NO MANCHES DE HUEVOS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: no manches tuvimos un buen de suerte porque nos bajaron, estaba bien vacìo el palacio&lt;br /&gt;Akire: Sì, que pedo nunca lo habìa visto asì de vacìo....chale y con Weezer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: No manches pero mas bien que pedo con My Name Is Jonas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: SIIIII NO MAAAA!! Apostamos y un Pedro dijo..."Erika van a abrir con My name is Jonas", no le creìa pero no manches sì abrieron con esa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: No manches!!!! y the goood Lifeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: SIIII QUE PEDO!!!!! ESTABAMOS BRINQUE Y BRINQUE!!!! Esa rola me late un buen, pero asi mal plan y la segundaaaa no maaa&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: NOOO y no creìa que fueran a tocar Don`t let Go!!!!! aunque fuè en una versiòn medio extraña estuvo bien chidaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: SIIIIIIII!!!!!, Pero que chido casi tocaron todo el àlbum azul!!!!! que yo creo que serìa mi favorito !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: SÌ!!!!!!! I IN THE GARAGE!!!!! SSSSSSS MAS BIEN ESA ROLA RIFA, RIFA MUCHO!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: NOOOOOO NOOOOO!!! PERO YO CREO QUE LO QUE SE LLEVA LA NOCHE ES EL COVER DE BIG MEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: No manches!!!! SIIIII!!!! ACA EL RIVERS "LES GUSTAN LOS FOO FIGHTERS?, VENIMOS DE UNA GIRA CON ELLOS Y VAMOS A TOCAR ESTA ROLA" SSSSSSSSSS (entonando en el tono de la canciòn) When I`m i`m talk about it!!! it carries ooooon .....No MANCHES SSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Akire: No, casi se me sale la làgrima porque yo en mi absurda mente recordaba que Weezer tenìa un cover de "ANEURYSM" y dije: estarìa bien chido que la tocaran, pero pss no manches tocan "BIG ME" y que pedo!!!! no manches estaba bien contenta&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: Sì, estarìa bien chido que vinieran los Foo&lt;br /&gt;aKire: Ah pues ves! que Rivers preguntò si ellos habìan venido ya a Mèxico, pero pus nel enseguida aca de noooo les vamos a decir que vengan hahahaha estarìa chido que les hicieran caso! haha&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: Ah neta neta!!! Chale...pero no tocaron "Pardon me"&lt;br /&gt;Akire: cheeen!! si es cierto....pero tocaron "PERFECT SITUATION"&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: SSSSSSSSS SIIII!!! ESA ROLAAAAA QUE PEDO!Y SEGUIDA DE "WHY BOTHER?"SSSS&lt;br /&gt;Akire: No manches yo creìa que no iban a tocar "EL SCORCHO" pero mas bien fue el momento "PINKERTON" !!!!! me emocionè un buen con esa rola!!! me gusta muchisimo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: Netòn!!!!!! "EL SCORCHO"&lt;br /&gt;aKIRE: Y luego bien cagado antes de que tocaran la de beverly Hills... aca de "Han estado en Beverly Hills? NO?...Tampoco nosotros" hahahaha no manches ese Rivers bien chido....y el bataco bien cagado...&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: hahahaha si no manchees, pero yo estaba esperando a que saliera la =w= gigante.....&lt;br /&gt;Akire: (interrumpiendo) SI!!! NO MANCHES!!! pero que chido que saliò en photograph y el bataco la cantò!!!!!!! fuè ahi cuando rivers desapareciò no?&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: SSSSS SIMÒN SE VIÒ BIEN CHIDO EL ESCENARIO CON LA =W= GIGANTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: Noooooo, cuando acabò esa rola yo creì que ya habìa sido....porque ves que apagaron las luces por completo!!!! entonces caminamos un poco y encendieron la lucecita casi frente a nosotros estabamos bien cerca de Rivers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: NO MANCHES!!!!! EN SERIO? AAAH QUE CHIDOOO!! "ISLAND IN THE SUN" en acustica....aca el todo chiquito&lt;br /&gt;Akire: Siiiiiii!!!!pero ves que cuando acabò acà invitaron a tipos que se supieran la de "undone"&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: Ah si no manches!!! eso tambièn lo hicieron los de Green Day cuando vinieron...aca sin pedos....&lt;br /&gt;Akire:Ah si? que chido la neta pero aca la cara de los tipos era genial, se estaban cagando de felicidad y quien no!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: No manches sssssss que rifados!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: no pss "Hash Pipe" no podìa faltar!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto:y no manches cerraron con una del azul!!!! si tocaron un buen del azul!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akire: si si no manches!!!!!! ese disco es la neta!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: NO LA NETA ME GUSTÒ UN BUEN EL CONCIERTO!!! me comprè unas playeras al salir pero una me quedo chica...mal pedo no?&lt;br /&gt;Akire: Auch que lamentable!, pero es que sì ameritaba una playerita el concierto la neta!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sujeto: y que onda còmo estuvo "interpol"&lt;br /&gt;Akire: aah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Y es asì como concluyo la crònica de la plàtica post- concierto de Weezer , pro que BUEN CONCIERTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115884753339573062?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115884753339573062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115884753339573062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115884753339573062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115884753339573062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/09/w-un-ao.html' title='=W= A un año....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115863667738687963</id><published>2006-09-18T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:31:17.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y de cuando conocimos a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Jim&amp;Pedro(copy).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/Jim%26Pedro%28copy%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Jim&amp;Erika(copy2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/Jim%26Erika%28copy2%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115863667738687963?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115863667738687963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115863667738687963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115863667738687963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115863667738687963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/09/y-de-cuando-conocimos.html' title='Y de cuando conocimos a...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115821019433530604</id><published>2006-09-13T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:03:14.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodsport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/virgin_suicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/virgin_suicides.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"La realidad ha hecho que pierda la fè, tener fè, es lo ùnico que importa en realidad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Y ya casi se cumplen dos semanas de ausencia fìsica en mi camino, espero que esta jugarreta del destino sea benèfica en mi proceso de rehabilitaciòn, en donde quieras que te encuentres( bah! eso se oyò bien acà) espero...estes...bien :( , yo me encuentro aqui por si algo se ofrece, algùn dìa...ir a comer?....bueno, un cafecito?.....agua? quieres beber agua?.....dejarè de ver peliculas noventeras....lo juro...buuuu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115821019433530604?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115821019433530604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115821019433530604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115821019433530604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115821019433530604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/09/bloodsport.html' title='Bloodsport'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115769049625638931</id><published>2006-09-07T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:41:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Peor Pelìcula Jamàs antes vista ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/3847-4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/3847-4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diàlogos flamantes como: "Darìa mi Ombligo por tì", "¿Sabes lo que pensè antes de morir? Mocos!!!"," Ximena es rebelde a los semàforos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Casi dos horas de mi vida sentada en una butaca atacada de la risa por los desnudos nada artìsticos, el clichè de las dos chicas que se "enamoran", una inocente y la otra bien rudaaaa(hasta se orinò un par de veces suuuuper fino weee), las alas falsas de la "arpìa", ahogada de la risa por la mùsica (que extrañamente cuenta con la colaboraciòn de Rita Guerrero y Jaime Lopez) , La canciòn del corazòn uuuuy no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Existe una escena de la pelìcula realmente mala, se le sale el corazòn al tipo y es un corazòn grotesquisimo con dientes y le cantaaaaaaa(en un efecto de animaciòn baratisimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A grandes rasgos NO LA VEAN!!! A TODOS LOS QUE ESTEN LEYENDO ESTO...HAGANME CASO NOOOOO LA VEAN BAJO NINGUNA CIRCUNSTACIA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115769049625638931?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115769049625638931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115769049625638931' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115769049625638931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115769049625638931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-peor-pelcula-jams-antes-vista.html' title='La Peor Pelìcula Jamàs antes vista ....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115604470311502872</id><published>2006-08-19T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:31:43.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no tengo nada que postear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/liz%26carmelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/liz%26carmelina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asì que sòlo me queda compartir esta bellisima foto que fuè tomada en le festejo a Nacho y a Montse el pasado mes de Julio es mi amiga Liz y al fondo se ve la carismàtica Carmelina....que ratos tan divertidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115604470311502872?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115604470311502872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115604470311502872' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115604470311502872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115604470311502872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-tengo-nada-que-postear.html' title='no tengo nada que postear'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115518741485835486</id><published>2006-08-10T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:30:36.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yOU`RE my BeSt fRiEnd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/pedro&amp;friends%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/pedro%26friends%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When everything is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'll come talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You make things alright when I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You are such a blessing and I wont be messing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;With the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You're my best friend and I love you, and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is no other one who can take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I feel happy inside when I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I hope you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause I speak sincerely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and I mean it when I tell you that I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You're my best friend and I love you, and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm here right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I will never leave you and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You're my best friend and I love you, and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You're my best friend and I love you, and I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;FELICIDADES PEDRO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ojalà empiece el mejor año de tu vida...a lado de nosotros(as)la gente  que te quiere un chingo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115518741485835486?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115518741485835486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115518741485835486' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115518741485835486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115518741485835486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-my-best-friend.html' title='yOU`RE my BeSt fRiEnd!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115492366031666639</id><published>2006-08-06T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:09:12.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You try so hard to be cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You try so hard to not show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I give you all that I have, but you don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I know that my eyes must close here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every word seems to feel like you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I know that you're so confused and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want to be one true thing that don't fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna give up tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't understand why we're going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You try so hard to be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You try so hard to not hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I give you all that I have, but you don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I know that my eyes must close here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every word seems to feel like you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I know that you're so confused and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just want to be one true thing that don't fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna give up tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't understand why we're going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna be sad, I don't wanna be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I won't wait for you in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I see the road is long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sin màs palabras por esta noche*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115492366031666639?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115492366031666639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115492366031666639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115492366031666639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115492366031666639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/08/howl.html' title='Howl'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115446407093278640</id><published>2006-08-01T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:27:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AkIre_ Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://akireart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://akireart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ojalà puedan visitarlo ya subirè mis trabajos màs seguido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115446407093278640?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115446407093278640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115446407093278640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115446407093278640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115446407093278640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/08/akire-art.html' title='AkIre_ Art'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115423335411710677</id><published>2006-07-29T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:41:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojalà volviera a suceder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/1parabola1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/1parabola1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarde lluviosa, metro no eficiente, cansancio debido a un dìa ajetreado. Era la estaciòn del metro Bellas Artes un joven de aproximadamente 1.70 m, complexiòn delgada, cabello largo y audìfonos, de repente Akire escuha algunas frases entonadas por la voz del susodicho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I'm shameless,nameless, nothing, and noone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm naked and fearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm dead inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the bottom."....Estas frases le parecen sùmamente conocidas a la señorita Akire, de repente reacciona y repara en el hecho de que el joven està cantando una rola de tool...Akire semociona lo voltea a ver y se sonrìen, es un hecho que Akire no puede concebir, nuevamente escucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We wish you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You told us how you weren't afraid to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well then, so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or feel too down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not all martyrs see divinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But at least you tried." Akire no puede creerlo sigue cantando, invitablemente ella comienza a tararear tambièn voltea a verlo y èl alegremente sigue cantando(el metro sigue sin avanzar vamos por Pino Suàrez)y de repente escuha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I can't say what I want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even if I'm not serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fuck yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you piece of shit." Ha dado en el clavo "Hush" de las preferidas de Akire juntos cantan "just kiddin`". De repente el chico se gira hacia donde està Akire, ella tiembla no sabe que hacer se pone nerviosa y escucha esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who are you to wave your finger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must have been out your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyehole deep in muddy waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You practically raised the dead"...."the pot" ¡¿pero què le pasa?!....Comienza a pensar que quizà no este pasando, ella està conciente de que hay muchos fans de tool por el mundo, pero no puede concebir que este justo frente a uno en el sistema de transporte colectivo metro, està ahi y èl se ha dado cuenta que Akire tambièn es fan. Le dan ganas de hablarle pero la pena es muchisima, y piensa ¿pero què carajos le dirìa?....¿oye te gusta tool?....bueno es una buena Opciòn...finalemnte llegan a Taxqueña...el viaje ha terminado y pronto desaparecerà ese extraño personaje y quizà Akire no vuelva verlo jamàs...(pero no fuè asì, volviò a verlo una semana despuès en la estaciòn "auditorio" ¿què està pasando?)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115423335411710677?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115423335411710677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115423335411710677' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115423335411710677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115423335411710677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/ojal-volviera-suceder.html' title='Ojalà volviera a suceder...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115406222020794600</id><published>2006-07-27T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:52:04.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/apc-weak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/apc-weak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/APC_Wallpaper_1024x768_by_creps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/APC_Wallpaper_1024x768_by_creps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/adamjones.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/adamjones.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akire siempre ha querido tener una banda, en algùn momento de la vida de todo adolescente esta idea comienza abrotar desde las profundidades de la mente. Yo siempre me he imaginado una banda de chicas covereando a A PERFECT CIRCLE y a TOOL, imaginen a una chica cantando "Fuck your God...your Lord..." o mejor aùn" You don`t you don`t seeee meeee", que decir de ver a una chica virtuosisima con su Les Paul tocando el riff a la Adam Jones de Sober!!! bueno que decir de una Paz Lechantin con su magnìfica habilidad para tocar las cuerdas, y bueno...la baterista tendrìa que ser una verìdica desgraciada a la Danny Carey...TOCANDO tICKS AND LEECHES!!!!! hacer un homenaje a estas bandas estarìa muy muy cabròn aunque no imposible dedicandole unas 10 horitas al ensayo...un amigo una vez me dijo "NO AKIRE, NADA ES IMPOSIBLE" sòlo me queda ensayar vaarias varias horas al dìa y conseguir chicas interesadas en participar en este ambicioso Proyecto Musical, quizà con el tiempo hasta puedan hacerse algunas animaciones propias de canciones que no tienen video...y bueno quizà lo mejor sea que pare de escribir sueños guajiros...sòlo queria compartir esto con todos aquellos que siguen esta publicaciòn cibernètica...en el blog de Akire...&lt;br /&gt;"I KNOW U WELL YOU`RE A PART OF MEEEE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115406222020794600?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115406222020794600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115406222020794600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115406222020794600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115406222020794600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/bandaaa.html' title='Bandaaa!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115398253568489333</id><published>2006-07-27T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:43:11.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEKALLIKA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/mike-patton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/mike-patton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Todo va a salir muy bien I KNOW !!!!!(Mike Patton esta contigo)...y Yo tambièn!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/10357135-115398253568489333?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115398253568489333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115398253568489333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115398253568489333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115398253568489333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/bekallika.html' title='A BEKALLIKA!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115371218703628767</id><published>2006-07-23T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:36:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/maynardtrentstudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/maynardtrentstudio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115371218703628767?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115371218703628767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115371218703628767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115371218703628767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115371218703628767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115345468110796568</id><published>2006-07-20T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:04:41.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Desde aquél dia en que contesté la fila cero de Chetes...me intriga....saber el nombre de su padre....¿alguien lo sabe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115345468110796568?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115345468110796568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115345468110796568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115345468110796568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115345468110796568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/duda.html' title='DUDA...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115336959664828543</id><published>2006-07-19T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:26:36.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta...I like... Ich Liebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-El olor de la tierra cuando llueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Lavarme las manos cuando las siento sucias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Oir música muy fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tocar la bataquería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hablar....Y hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Estar en internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Los conciertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ponerme la ropa cuando esta recien planchada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Que alguien me haga "piojito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Pasar una tarde soltereando( sólo una tarde Akire?)&lt;br /&gt;-Ver películas&lt;br /&gt;-El helado de zarzamora con queso&lt;br /&gt;-El pozole&lt;br /&gt;-El agua de horchata&lt;br /&gt;-Los tacos al pastor(ay pero que hambre)&lt;br /&gt;-Los Simpson&lt;br /&gt;-Ver películas&lt;br /&gt;-Dormir&lt;br /&gt;-Los gatos!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Depp!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10357135-115336959664828543?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115336959664828543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115336959664828543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115336959664828543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115336959664828543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-gustai-like-ich-liebe.html' title='Me gusta...I like... Ich Liebe'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115309256383087859</id><published>2006-07-16T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:29:23.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only thing That´s real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/minefreunde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/minefreunde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115309256383087859?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115309256383087859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115309256383087859' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115309256383087859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115309256383087859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-thing-thats-real.html' title='The Only thing That´s real...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115300639891714842</id><published>2006-07-15T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:09:18.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTANTE INSTANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/CRW_6290%20ready%20900x%20sRGB%20sign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/CRW_6290%20ready%20900x%20sRGB%20sign.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Si volviera el amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Si tuviera un hermano, un amigo, un sueño en la mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Moriría ese dolor de buscar el calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;En el cruel laberinto de ese vaso de alcohol....de estas calles sin sol....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si tuviera ilusiones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si existieran razones, locuras,mentiras, pasiones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;No habría necesidad de pasarme por horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Bebiendo cantimploras de esta gris soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;De esta eterna ansiedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si pudiera borrarme esos viejos recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;que como viles cuervos...arrancan ya mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;dejando mis despojos entre historias hirientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;igual de indiferentes....al amor y a las gentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si te hubieras quedado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;si me hubieras pedido que quemara el sonido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;no estaría aqui metido ahogando mis entrañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;arañando el olvido....bien confuso y perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cuando tenga la suerte de encontrar a la muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yo le voy a ofrecer todo el tiempo vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;y este vaso enchidop por un distante instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;un instante de OLVIDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockdrigo González....q.p.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;SI PUDIERA BORRARME ESTOS VIEJOS RECUERDOS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115300639891714842?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115300639891714842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115300639891714842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115300639891714842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115300639891714842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/distante-instante.html' title='DISTANTE INSTANTE'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115278334138045515</id><published>2006-07-13T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:35:41.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO supe quien la cantabaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;  como decirle q te amo  ... como decirle q te amoo ... si me ha preguntado... yo le dije q noooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;yo le dije q nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;soy honesto con ella y contigo... a ella la quiero y a ti te he olvidado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;yo te ayudo a olvidar el pasadoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;no te aferres a un imposibleee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;yo te ayudo a olvidar el pasaado  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;auuuuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;no maaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;pero quien la cantaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ya no te aferres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;nooo te aferres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ya no te hagas... nime hagas mas daño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaa noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;juan gabriel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hahahahahah chale que pedo conmigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;no maaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;yaaa...estoy de la goma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tú eRes Mi eSpaNtapájArOs fªvoRiTo!!! dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;oficialmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tHe poLka dOtS fill mY EyeS... o_0° dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tzzz,... pinche divo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Que vergüenza Akire que vergüenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115278334138045515?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115278334138045515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115278334138045515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115278334138045515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115278334138045515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-supe-quien-la-cantabaaaa.html' title='NO supe quien la cantabaaaa'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115250857254542999</id><published>2006-07-10T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:16:12.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/9535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/9535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/9535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/9535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Can i do to make you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I do to make you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I say to make you feel this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more trying, no more aching....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more fighting, no more waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                  Love me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115250857254542999?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115250857254542999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115250857254542999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115250857254542999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115250857254542999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-can-i-do.html' title='What can I do?'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115207572559473129</id><published>2006-07-04T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:02:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo soy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Sissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/Sissy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que siempre sonrie cuando estas cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que siempre te dice "te quiero" a pesar de que sólo dices "gracias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que siempre esta disponible cuando la necesitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que sufre todas las noches porque no puede estar a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.La que pensando en tí podría pasar semanas enteras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que no se atreve a decirte lo mucho que te quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que no es digna de tu cariño y tu atención&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que hoy esta cansada de esperar una reacción de tu parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-La que hoy te dice...Adiós....y siente frustración por no poderte Olvidar....&lt;/span&gt;&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/10357135-115207572559473129?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115207572559473129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115207572559473129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115207572559473129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115207572559473129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-soy.html' title='Yo soy...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115164369734885347</id><published>2006-06-29T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:01:37.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...The dream(Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/S1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La joven no había dejado de pensar en él desde hacía ya varios dias se repetía, sin cesar  "lo único de bueno que tengo es que ya voy empezado a acostumbrame a sufir...por tí", esa noche al llegar a su casa tuvo un sueño muy extraño, se imaginaba un encuentro casual en la cafetería de su escuela, él llegaba y platicaban por horas. Al otro día al despertar se dió cuenta que ella no estaba pidiendo demasiado, sólo quería un poco de atención hacia ella, quizá ella no podría tener una relación amorosa con él, pero durante todo ese tiempo lo único que la hacía plenamente felíz era hablar con él y su corazón saltaba de gusto cada vez que él se dirigía a ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaron los días y ella no lo había visto, resignada se dio cuenta de que las vacaciones habían aparecido en la vida escolar , hasta que una mañana lo vió a lo lejos y le dirigió un saludo con la mano, ella no esperaba ninguna otra reacción; pero de repente sintió una mano en su hombro....era él se sentó en la banca y comenzaron a platicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La joven no supo que hacer, era tal como lo había soñado fué muy breve pero ella sientió una enorme felicidad recorriendole todo el cuerpo el resto del día, nuevamente estaba confundida respecto a sus sentimientos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115164369734885347?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115164369734885347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115164369734885347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115164369734885347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115164369734885347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreampart-ii.html' title='...The dream(Part II)'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115068668730230242</id><published>2006-06-18T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:13:05.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little history about love(Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/bride3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/bride3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/doll-20-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/doll-20-1.0.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjame llegar a tí, se repetía constantemente la joven al caminar rumbo a la escuela, sus brazos y piernas temblaban su arrivo iba a ser inesperado. De pronto lo miró estaba sentado a unos 10 metros de distancia, sonreía como siempre, platicaba y de repente sintió su mirada.Al cabo de unos minutos la joven avanzó unos metros hasta encontrarse al frente de él&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hola-dijo, e inmediatamente se apresuró a darle un beso en la mejilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La joven temblorosa pensaba en sus adentros la manera más sutil de decirle lo que estaba planeando desde tiempo atrás. Decidida le dijo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hola,¿cómo estas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-bien y ¿tú?, ya casi acaba el semestre, tuve que entregar muchos trabajos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh, entiendo yo también tuve mucho trabajo estos días pero que bueno que las vacaciones se aproximan cada día más.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sí es hora de relajarse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La joven no sabía como decirle que moría de ganas por verlo algún día de las vacaciones, para al fin confesarle lo que había guardado en su corazón ya 2 años. Se quedó mirandolo e inesperadamente dijo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-bien, me despido debo ir a revisión te hablo para ver si nos vemos no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-me parece perfecto, cuidate mucho.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se alejaron y las siluetas desaparecieron en la explanada.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115068668730230242?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115068668730230242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115068668730230242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115068668730230242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115068668730230242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-history-about-lovepart-i.html' title='Little history about love(Part I)'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115055825605879718</id><published>2006-06-17T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:30:56.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was ist das?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/rackart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/rackart1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;He said: Ah!....son unas notas para hacer mi ensayo sobre una novela que leí para Mecánica cuántica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Me: ?????...yo te invito a hacer unas sumas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10357135-115055825605879718?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115055825605879718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115055825605879718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115055825605879718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115055825605879718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-ist-das.html' title='Was ist das?????'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115052128655132028</id><published>2006-06-17T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:14:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears to shed!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/corpsebride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/corpsebride2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If Only he could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How special you can Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yet the pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;here that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Try and tell me it´s not real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For it seems that I still have some tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To shed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yet my heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though It doesn´t beat... It´s breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115052128655132028?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115052128655132028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115052128655132028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115052128655132028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115052128655132028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/tears-to-shed.html' title='Tears to shed!....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-115009062408914745</id><published>2006-06-12T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:37:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/silent-night.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/silent-night.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y ahora mi corazón convaleciente cierra sus pequeñas puertas para entrar a un periodo de reparación y mantenimiento....fuera de mi!!! eres parte de lo que lo ha dañado....me olvidaré por un tiempo de aquella taquicardia que constantemente me invadía con tu presencia cercana(o lejana), los constantes colapsos al hablar y la dificultad para expresarme y respirar al verte fueron parte de este proceso inconcluido en el cual...yo he perdido...y tu no sé si has ganado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-115009062408914745?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/115009062408914745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=115009062408914745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115009062408914745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/115009062408914745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/closed.html' title='Closed!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114930844871146619</id><published>2006-06-02T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:20:48.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish.....!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/wIsH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/wIsH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A year ago....and I´m still....want ....to know....what it´s walking by your side...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this World Full Of You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114930844871146619?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114930844871146619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114930844871146619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114930844871146619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114930844871146619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish.html' title='Wish.....!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114844425344983388</id><published>2006-05-23T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:17:33.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero...tu no me quieres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No encontraría las palabras precisas para decirte...todo el daño que me has hecho...lo único que importa es que tu a mi no me quieres...y...¿para que inistirte más?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114844425344983388?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114844425344983388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114844425344983388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114844425344983388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114844425344983388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/05/perotu-no-me-quieres.html' title='Pero...tu no me quieres'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114749808273710335</id><published>2006-05-13T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:28:02.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y sentí lo mismo que antes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/100_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/100_1781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Te lo sigo ofreciendo...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;El tiempo sigue su curso....y con una simple presencia....vuelve a saltar de gusto....por eso tuvo que ser expulsado....porque si latiera dentro....mi pecho ya se habría destruido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114749808273710335?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114749808273710335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114749808273710335' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114749808273710335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114749808273710335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/05/y-sent-lo-mismo-que-antes.html' title='Y sentí lo mismo que antes...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114697864037590115</id><published>2006-05-07T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:10:40.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Se busca Monstruo amigable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/manah%20manah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/manah%20manah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que sepa el manah manha, que sea mi amigo..y quiera jugar...escucharme en los momentos tristes y alegres...(y que sea suavecito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114697864037590115?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114697864037590115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114697864037590115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114697864037590115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114697864037590115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/05/se-busca-monstruo-amigable.html' title='Se busca Monstruo amigable'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114662895094104367</id><published>2006-05-02T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:02:30.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Después de un año....mi pecho sigue explotando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/000_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/000_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inverosímil...pero cierto....no sé como explicarlo...quizá no haga falta....es mejor sentirlo(o peor?) prefiero no contestarme eso...y tratar de seguri viviendo con la mitad de mi sistema nervioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114662895094104367?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114662895094104367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114662895094104367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114662895094104367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114662895094104367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/05/despus-de-un-aomi-pecho-sigue.html' title='Después de un año....mi pecho sigue explotando....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114575646691319222</id><published>2006-04-22T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:41:06.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ViceVersa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tengo miedo de verte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;necesidad de verte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esperanza de verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desazones de verte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tengo ganas de hallarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;preocupación de hallarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;certidumbre de hallarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pobres dudas de hallarte.Tengo urgencia de oírte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alegría de oírte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;buena suerte de oírte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y temores de oírte.o sea,resumiendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estoy jodido y radiante quizá más lo primero que lo segundo y también viceversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mario Benedetti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114575646691319222?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114575646691319222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114575646691319222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114575646691319222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114575646691319222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/viceversa_22.html' title='ViceVersa!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114541888080156241</id><published>2006-04-18T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:54:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, are you still in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/000_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/000_0797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I learned how to see him with my broken Heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my best wasn´t good enough for u....&lt;br /&gt;I´m the one without no soul...I´m THE ONE WITH THIS FUCKIN´HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/10357135-114541888080156241?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114541888080156241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114541888080156241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114541888080156241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114541888080156241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-are-you-still-in-love.html' title='So, are you still in love?'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114524782465811865</id><published>2006-04-16T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:23:44.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loneliness:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/000_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/000_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I write ´because to you  I would like to tell u SOMETHING ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I´M TIRED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114524782465811865?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114524782465811865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114524782465811865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114524782465811865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114524782465811865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-loneliness.html' title='Dear Loneliness:'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114480302290401828</id><published>2006-04-11T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:26:02.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta que me pregunten cómo te conocí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/siriusblack-250px-mt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/siriusblack-250px-mt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Mucho tiempo te tomó Akire...tu miedo vencer, al final pudiste acercarte de una manera poco usual, quizá mucho más tiempo te tome aceptar que a pesar de todo lo que has hecho...una amiga más es a lo único que has de aspirar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114480302290401828?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114480302290401828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114480302290401828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114480302290401828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114480302290401828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-gusta-que-me-pregunten-cmo-te-conoc.html' title='Me gusta que me pregunten cómo te conocí'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114454947994897992</id><published>2006-04-08T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:24:39.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/000_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/000_0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rojo, rojo, rojo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114454947994897992?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114454947994897992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114454947994897992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114454947994897992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114454947994897992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/red.html' title='Red!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-114438318980627440</id><published>2006-04-06T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:01:24.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>´cause this might just be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te levantas en la mañana, pensando que este va a ser un día diferente...llegas a la clase de geometría media hora tarde....inesperadamente encuentras un lugar entre la multitud te das cuenta que el profesor esta merodeando revisando la tarea que no hiciste....poco después te dan una fotocopia para que realices esa tarea en la semana que tendrás de "asueto académico" entonces ya se te juntaron 1) la lámina que no realizaste el martes, 2)La tarea de una fotocopia que no tienes 3) la lámina de la proyección de la leche "lala" 4) la lámina de la proyección de un objeto...puf!!! Geometría menos 5 puntos, sigues avanzando en el día...tomas tus fotos....y sigues con la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;incertidumbre aún no revelas el rollo fotos mas 10 puntos porque hiciste todas tus tomas....llegas al curso y oh!!! sopresaa!!!! ya han hecho equipos...te toca con las chicas que se hablan entre sí y medio te ignoran 2 horas de hostilidad absoluta....al final el maestro dice...."no habrá clase mañana" incidente con las chicas menos 5 puntos...hueva pal viernes mas 10 puntos...vas camino a ciencias te faltan 6 fotografías caminas y el sol se esta ocultando...sabes que tienes que apresurarte llegas..tu amigo no esta por ahi....decides esperar...llega ...tomas las fotos...y deciden irse...más 5 puntos por las ultimas fotos...caminas hacia el metro te compras un helado y la fila para la combia estaaaaa larguísima menos 15 puntos porque incluso existe una fila "alterna"....ilusos!!...decides tomar un pecero que te dejará en plaza cuicuilco el plan a seguir es bajarte y tomar el pecero que te llevará al estadio azteca....lo tomas!!! pero te equivocas y es otro que se va más lento y por el camino donde hay más semáforos dah!! menos 10 puntos porque se suben unos jovenes con "buenos modales" y van molestando te bajas y pasa vacío ..por primera vez el pecero que te lleva a la escuela más 10 puntos por esa puntada del destino pero menos 15 porque lleva una "acompañante" platican y el chofer....va taaaaaaaaaaan lento! que corriendo quizás llegarías más rápido... llegas a la escuela...es tarde....ves a la distracción más grande antes de la clase de dibujo..pero decides ignorarlo porque te has perdido de 3 clases por eso y esta vez es importante que entres a la clase tienes unos dibujos que entregar más 10 puntos por esa actitud responsable , ya llegas a la clase y milagrosamente hay lugar junto a tu amiga y mucho mucho papel...estas contenta contándole...y la boca se te seca decides correr a la tiendita y comprar un awita corres y ves a tu distracción más 20 puntos por ser doblemente responsable...sabes que sólo ibas por el agua...camino al salón te arrepientes ¿que tal si mañana no lo ves? ¿que tal si tienes que esperar todas las vacaciones?....no!!!! pero no hay marcha atrás regresar sería absurdo ...ya..llegas al salón....y te pones a dibujar...alegre! de repente se oye..el "pase Jiménez" vas con la frente en alto porque piensas que tus dibujos son buenos....y la maetsra desde el primero que ve...te hace un comentario de....no esta mal....pasas al otro y asi con los 9 al final te dice "siguelo intentando repítelos nos vemos regresando de vacaciones" queeee?...repetirlos pero como???? si tengo tanta tareaaa!!! buuuu!!!! menos 45 puntos ....y culminas la noche viendo como tu amiga tiene el valor para habalrle al susodicho...menos 30 puntos para ti más 45 puntos para tu amiga ...a la que tambien le agrada....te despides como es NO debido de tus amigos..y subes al carro con ganas de llorar...menos 50 puntos por cobarde!!! y todo esto nos lleva a que mas o menos puntaje...el dia estuvo del asco.!!!! bah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-114438318980627440?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/114438318980627440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=114438318980627440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114438318980627440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/114438318980627440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/04/cause-this-might-just-be.html' title='´cause this might just be...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113729707682418119</id><published>2006-01-14T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:51:16.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kURT cObaiN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/kurt32.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/kurt32.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/kurt16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="333" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/kurt16.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113729707682418119?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113729707682418119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113729707682418119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113729707682418119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113729707682418119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/01/kurt-cobain.html' title='kURT cObaiN!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113660818255242127</id><published>2006-01-06T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:29:42.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>U could be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/dying.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/dying.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Susceptible, delicado, poderoso, valioso, lleno de sentimientos, emociones, recuerdos(buenos y malos), buenas y malas intenciones, con renconres, esperanzas,sueños que no se han cumplido,tristezas que habrá de almacenar en su interior, bellas palabras que aún no logran salir....esperando el momento en el que todo cobre sentido de nuevo y exista el deseo de recuperar todo lo que ha despojado......y todo lo que se ha quedado en el camino en medio de la nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;El tiempo se ha llevado todo lo que en un principio solía emocionarme, la razón me ha dicho que debo dejar de soñar con algo que no me pertenece y con algo que.....simplemente no existe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113660818255242127?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113660818255242127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113660818255242127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113660818255242127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113660818255242127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2006/01/u-could-be.html' title='U could be....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113608714342637448</id><published>2005-12-31T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:20:16.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the End......next please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un año más en la vida de Akire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Januar- Sparta!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April- I almost talk with ...Him.....Vive Latino!!! La botella!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juni_ NIN concert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juli-Palomazo Informativo, La botella y Tex tex!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;August- Garbage !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;September_ Weezer In Mexico!!!!!Judas Priest and Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oktober- Aenimaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;November- Harry potter and the goblet of fire, El Fluir en el Lunario y Vaquerock!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dezember- Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A paRt Of mE wiLL aLwAyS sTaY tHerE...In tHe ShAdoWs oF tHe pAsT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felicidades...nos vemos el sig año!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/akire1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/akire1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/100_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/100_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113608714342637448?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113608714342637448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113608714342637448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113608714342637448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113608714342637448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-endnext-please_113608714342637448.html' title='This is the End......next please!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113505691622926530</id><published>2005-12-19T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:37:34.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YoU´rE My bEsT FrIeNd!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/Wolfman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/Wolfman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/cupid200x133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/cupid200x133.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/burton76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/burton76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/1600/used455.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/used455.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU´RE MY BEST FRIEND....AND ....I REMEMBER U...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"FOR AS MUCH AS I LOVE AUTUMN I´M GIVING MYSELF TO ASHES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"EXCUSE THE BITCHIN I SHOULDN´T COMPLAIN....I SHOULD HAVE NO FEELING ´CUZ FEELING IS PAIN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i´M drOwneD tO a blAcKened sKy aS I tuRn blUe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"iF EveRythiNG cOulD eveR feeL tHis rEaL fOrevEr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿si eres un gran pianista... y te corto la cabeza... que haces? me dedico a pintar&lt;br /&gt;¿si eres un gran pintor, y te corto el otro brazo que haces? me dedico a bailar&lt;br /&gt;¿si eres un gran bailarin y te corto las piernas que haces? me dedico a cantar&lt;br /&gt;¿ si eres un gran cantante y te corto la garganta que haces? como estoy muerto pido que con mi piel se fabrique un hermoso tambor&lt;br /&gt;¿ y si quemo el tampor que haces? me convierto en una nube que tome todas las formas&lt;br /&gt;¿ y si la nube se disuelve que haces? me convierto en lluvia y hago que nazcan las hierbas&lt;br /&gt;¡¡ ganaste!!!!, me sentiré muy solo el dia que no estés...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113505691622926530?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113505691622926530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113505691622926530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113505691622926530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113505691622926530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-my-best-friend.html' title='YoU´rE My bEsT FrIeNd!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113314269322879454</id><published>2005-11-27T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:51:33.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/3176/640/sherman_untitled_153.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/110/3176/320/sherman_untitled_153.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113314269322879454?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113314269322879454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113314269322879454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113314269322879454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113314269322879454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/11/dying.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-113168419290760636</id><published>2005-11-10T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:54:16.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumns Monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh why can't I be what you need? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new improved version of me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm nothing so good no, I'm nothing... just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songsof violence, of love, and of sorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I beg for just one more tomorrow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you'd hold me down, fold me in deep deep deep in the heart of your sins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two and each piece of me dies and only you can give the breath of life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you don't see me. You dont. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I'm pinned between darkness and light, bleached and blinded by these nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I'm tossing and tortured till dawn by you, visions of you, then you're gone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shock bleeds the red from my face, when i hear someone's taken my place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel? When all, all that i did was for you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two and each piece of me dies and only you can give the breath of life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you dont see me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two and each piece of me dies and only you can give the breath of life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you don't see me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't. I'd break in two over you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd break in two over you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over you I'd break in two, I would break in two for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you see me, now you don't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now you need me, now you don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A veces no hacen falta las palabras para expresar lo que se siente, en ocasiones los sentimientos van más allá de articulaciones vocales, aparecen súbitamente y no sabemos con precisión cuando exactamente van a terminar, es como algo que van creciendo y no sabes si lo mejor es podarlo o dejarlo florecer dentro muy dentro....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-113168419290760636?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/113168419290760636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=113168419290760636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113168419290760636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/113168419290760636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/11/autumns-monologue.html' title='Autumns Monologue'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-112739858322079662</id><published>2005-09-22T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:25:46.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>=w=!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;La cita era el 21 de septiembre a las 8:30 en el recinto ubicado en Rio churubusco...peor conocido por el "Palacio de los rebotes" ....eran las 7 pm el palacio lucía muy vacío, la gente esperaba el momento en el que por fin después de una larga espera...Rivers, Patrick, Scott y Brian hicieran vibrar el recinto después de una larga espera, 8:35 aproximadamente Lucybell en el escenario, la vibra chilena no fué muy bien recibida por los presentes, chikas diciendo: ya que se bajen, se parecen a la ley, queremos a weezer!!!!....Ni hablar de esas personas....mal audio, buena banda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9:40 pm.- las luces se apagaron...un hombrecillo pequeño, delgado, con una playera de la seleccion mexicana (recordemos su "undone" the sweater song...)...aparece en el escenario....la gente grita, patea, grita, brinca, grita!!!!! emoción!!!!. Se oyen las cuerdas sonar....es ...My name is Jonas todos gritan, se emocionan...el disco azul suena en el palacio de los deportes, se oye...un "hola" de parte de Rivers....emoción emoción si, si....es the good life!!!! ....don´t let go!!!! y el momento culminante de la noche!!!!! el cover a Big Me de Foo fighters!!!!!!! de ahi segurirían muchas...muchas más!!!!! -------&gt;This is such a pity, why bother, el scorcho, la acústica de Island in the sun..., photograph, undone the sweater song(en la cual dos personajes tokaron el bajo y la guitarra a lado de =w=), perfect situation, beverly hills, we are all on drungs, In the garage, Buddy Holly, hash pipe, Say it ain´t so, Surf wax America!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sin duda fué uno de los mejores conciertos del año, aunque el recinto no se haya llenado, los asistentes demostraron que en México hay buenos fans de Weezer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-112739858322079662?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/112739858322079662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=112739858322079662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112739858322079662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112739858322079662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/09/w.html' title='=w=!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-112739765009394970</id><published>2005-09-22T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:00:50.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/weezer2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/weezer2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without words&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-112739765009394970?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/112739765009394970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=112739765009394970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112739765009394970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112739765009394970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/09/without-words.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-112114040305410735</id><published>2005-07-11T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:53:23.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/nahui%20Ollin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/nahui%20Ollin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahui Ollin&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-112114040305410735?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/112114040305410735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=112114040305410735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112114040305410735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/112114040305410735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/07/nahui-ollin.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111932761382118979</id><published>2005-06-20T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:57:15.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor imposible de Pitágoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busco la raíz cuadrada del problema &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que yo tengo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El amor a tu inteligencia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como resultado yo encuentro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas divido la esperanza porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mi tu no me quieres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una resta , un quebrado y se pierde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el exponente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos la desigualdad del alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de la ecuación&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo te quiero en entero, tú ni siquiera en fracción&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quise formar un binomio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quise a tu lado estar junto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y vacío quedó mi conjunto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tú eres la incógnita extraña&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mi pobre ecuación:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hay igualdad de cariño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni el menor signo de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;restaste las esperanzas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de una unión de primer grado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que te ofrecía en potencia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con un bellos resultados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De residuo ha quedado un amor hecho quebrado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una intersección fallida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un problema mal planteado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No hay relación ni elementos que justifiquen la vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por eso parto, no espero y así seguiré el camino hasta convertirme en ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CERO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y así continuaré mi camino sintiendo este vacío dentro de mí...sin saber lo que tú piensas de mí.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111932761382118979?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111932761382118979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111932761382118979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the first day of my last days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wish there was something real wish there was something true&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wish there was something real in this world full of youi'm the one without a soul&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm the one with this big fucking hole&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know me i hate everyone wish there was something real wish there was something true ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wish there was something real in this world full of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i want to but i can't turn back....but i want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4406/797/320/1002_the_used_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deep that it didn´t even bleed catch me!!!!!!!&lt;a target="ext" href="http://www.hello.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;como toro a la espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;fuí hacia tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;a acabar con mi karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Me duele el pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;me truena el ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;se incendia mi cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Y TÚ CON ELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Pero no te vas solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Te acompaña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;esta última palabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;que dice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;FLUSH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Y ahora te vas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;muy lejos de aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Lejos tan lejos, tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;de aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;FLUSH!!!!!&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/10357135-111397214066172707?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111397214066172707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111397214066172707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111397214066172707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111397214066172707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='°&gt;°'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111318550839366500</id><published>2005-04-10T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:11:48.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/000_0154.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/000_0154.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 9 abril de 2005 PASAGUERO.....CD DE MEXICO!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111318550839366500?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111318550839366500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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shoop de-lang de-lang (episode II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tres féminas esperando afuera del "PASAGUERO" , esperando impacientemente, esperando la actuación de CARL BARAT, chicos, chicas con playeras de Los libertines, hablando de como sería probablemente la actuación de Carl, después de casi una hora de espera comienza a avanzar la fila para entrar al lugar , ya dentro, examinamos y nos percatamos de lo cerca que veremos a CARL...descansamos todos los minutos previos a la actuación de Carl Barat, las horas pasan y pasan DJ´S tras DJ´S y parece que jamás terminará, nos damos cuenta que es muy tarde y Carl no sale, se empiezan a oir canciones de Oasis, Franz Ferdinand y de THE LIBERTINES !!!!!! eso nos hace pensar que quizá se acerque el momento en el que podremos oir a Carl Barat , nos vamos aproximando a la reja para estar muy cerca de él, y los minutos siguen corriendo ....de repente oimos que comienzan a afinar la guitarra que estaba en el pedestal, nos emocionamos , la gente empieza a concetrarse alrededor sentimos la emoción...a los pocos minutos vemos salir a Carl y comienzan los primeros acordes , distingo la canción y se trata de UP THE BRACKET....solo siento la emoción en mi ser, algo que no puedo creer, estaba oyendo UP THE BRACKET en vivo, la estaba tokando CARL BARAT...al término dice...GRACIAS MUCHAS GRACIAS...sigue TIME FOR HEROES , siento emoción mucha emoción comienzo a tomar fotos....!!!!!!! y Carl sigue tokando...ya no sé que poner....El 9 de Abril fue uno de los mejores días de mi vida...de toda mi vida!!!!!!! CARL BARAT TOKANDO CANCIONES DE LOS LIBERTINES!!!!!!! only in dreams.....the girl looked at carl!!!!!!!! gracias !!!!!muchas gracias CARL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111318553020994707?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111318553020994707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111318553020994707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111318553020994707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111318553020994707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/04/shoop-shoop-de-lang-de-lang-episode-ii.html' title='shoop shoop de-lang de-lang (episode II)'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111318438628482562</id><published>2005-04-10T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:53:06.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shoop shoop de-lang de-lang (episode I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La emoción corría por mi venas minutos antes de llegar al "TOWER RECORDS  " Altavista , poca gente esperando el arribo de Carl Barat, todos con sus bootlegs y cd´s , esperamos alrededor de dos horas cuando de repente una voz grita : ahi viene!!!!! todos nos levantamos del piso y volteamos efectivamente era Carl barat caminando hacia la entrada del Tower Records corrí y tomé un par de fotos asu arribo, un hombre nos informa que pasaremos de 5 en 5 y que Carl sólo firmará cd´s originales, la emoción y el nerviosismo sigue corriendo...y fluyendo.....tan sólo faltan 5 personas para que pase después de unos minutos me dicen pasa y estamos en otro fila dentro del tower , estaba a unos metros de conocer a Carl Barat bastante emocion, la chika que esta con él se tarda varios minutosy ya después de unos instantes me dicen que ya puedo pasar Carl me ve y dice HOLA... respondo al saludo le doy la mano e inmediatamente le doy mis discos...me dice con un delicioso acento INGLÉS ...ohhh what´s your name? le digo...con un nefasto acento mexicano chilango ohh Erika...lo escribe y es notoria la falta de ortografia en mi nombre , me pregunta si esta escrito correctamente hago un gesto de...si..pero no importa y dice (nuevamente con su acento inglés) ohhh is it wrong? y le digo...que si...inmediatamente lo corrige... le vuelvo a dar la mano y dice MUCHAS GRACIAS...no sin antes tomarme la foto a su lado (CARL ABRAZANDO A ERIKA!!!!) esperamos a que terminara la forma de autografos para tomarle fotos a la salida del tower, corrimos y lo alcanzamos en el estacionamiento...volvimos a tomar fotos y a verlo de cerca...satisfecha regreso a mi casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111318438628482562?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111318438628482562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111318438628482562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111318438628482562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111318438628482562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/04/shoop-shoop-de-lang-de-lang-episode-i.html' title='shoop shoop de-lang de-lang (episode I)'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111271528832980894</id><published>2005-04-05T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:34:48.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/Cobain321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/Cobain321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else should I be?? all apologies&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111271528832980894?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111271528832980894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111271528832980894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111271528832980894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111271528832980894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-else-should-i-be-all-apologies.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111189798914400630</id><published>2005-03-26T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:33:09.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Es un poco cursi ...tener un post de amor, pero es algonecesario como sabiamente dijeron  "THE BEATLES" ...*All You NeEd Is LOVE* y estoy  de acuerdo , damos amor a los amigos, a la familia, a una mascota...pero hay amores que duelen, es dificil cuando uno es niña parece que las cosas son más simples, uno simplemente dice "los niños me dan asco" "guacala tiene mocos" , pero conforme va transcurriendo el tiempo las cosas se van complicando, parece que las hormonas hacen el trabajo debido y uno encuentra a esos escuincles atractivos y las cosas se complican, a veces el carisma no es suficiente hay que tener mas que eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y a veces la timidez es una limitante y es frustrante, pasan los dias, meses incluso años...para tener un "acercamiento" con la persona que nos agrada(bueno al menos en mi caso)y ya cuando al fin hemos decidido dar ese gran paso la sangre corre por nuestras venas rapidamente, el corazon palpita muy rapido las manos sudorosas se hacen presentes, las ideas no fluyen y la otra persona termina con una pésima primera impresión , la otra situación es cuando uno comienza a enamorarse de la persona con la que ha convivido cierto tiempo, pero el problema es que la otra persona no siente lo mismo... y uno comienza a ser su "amigo" o "amiga" y uno prefiere no revelar sus sentimientos por temor al rechazo, y solo escuchas como te dice aaahh es susanita es la mujer de mi vida, o esa chava esta bien guapa , y te das cuenta que en el concepto de guapa tu no entras ni a palazos...eso hiere...me hiere...y es todo lo que tengo que decir acerca de ese amor...que aun no llega a mi vida...¿dónde estás? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111189798914400630?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111189798914400630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111189798914400630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111189798914400630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111189798914400630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111189374474847266</id><published>2005-03-26T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:22:24.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/libs2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/libs2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libs!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111189374474847266?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111189374474847266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111189374474847266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111189374474847266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111189374474847266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/libs.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111151108557812963</id><published>2005-03-22T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:04:45.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime i see you</title><content type='html'>everytime i see you...i´m stupid...i start to talk and talk and talk, and i can´t control myself maybe i´m in love, it feels good!!!....sometimes things have no sense AND WHEN everything has been lost...you only have one choice......TO BE HAPPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111151108557812963?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111151108557812963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111151108557812963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111151108557812963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111151108557812963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/everytime-i-see-you.html' title='everytime i see you'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111068099318469629</id><published>2005-03-12T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:29:53.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lived my dream today .And i have lived it yesterday....well...before write this today...i was...so excited... and i don´t have the words to explain my feelings ...well..I mean confused, afraid, worried, happy so fuckin´happy ..but at the same time...so confused...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just need to wait and calm down .....i think...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111068099318469629?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111068099318469629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111068099318469629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111068099318469629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111068099318469629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/different.html' title='Different...'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111034361058709078</id><published>2005-03-08T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:46:50.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dia de la mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feliz dia de la mujer a todas las mujeres que me rodean: a mi madre, a mis tías, a mis abuelas, a mis amigas...(adriana, veronica, rebeca, mirel, paola, imelda, montserrata, ivette, hermana de montserrata, gaby,ana rebeca, astrid, karla) y a todas las mujeres que estan leyendo esto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111034361058709078?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111034361058709078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111034361058709078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111034361058709078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111034361058709078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/dia-de-la-mujer.html' title='dia de la mujer'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-111034324666388846</id><published>2005-03-08T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:40:46.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy happy happy happy &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy happy happy happy &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy happy happy happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy happy happy happy &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy happy happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-111034324666388846?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/111034324666388846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=111034324666388846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111034324666388846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/111034324666388846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/gut.html' title='GUT!'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110979699824446830</id><published>2005-03-02T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:56:38.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/akire23.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/akire23.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akire....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110979699824446830?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110979699824446830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110979699824446830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110979699824446830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110979699824446830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/03/akire.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110939603819125183</id><published>2005-02-25T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:13:14.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>que dificil....</title><content type='html'>No, esto de estar enamorado es muy dificil....no quiero ....no quiero......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110939603819125183?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110939603819125183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110939603819125183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110939603819125183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110939603819125183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/que-dificil.html' title='que dificil....'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110939533612704223</id><published>2005-02-25T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:22:16.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/myselfhoy2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/myselfhoy2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta soy yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110939533612704223?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110939533612704223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110939533612704223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110939533612704223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110939533612704223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/esta-soy-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110879117617516041</id><published>2005-02-18T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:32:56.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/band28.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/band28.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love this pic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110879117617516041?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110879117617516041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110879117617516041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110879117617516041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110879117617516041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-love-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110757626386959307</id><published>2005-02-04T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:07:32.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un dia más</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bueno esta noche de viernes...estoy en mi casa oyendo a los Aterciopelados viene a mi mente la muchacha grotesk del curso de Rbk...no sé que ocurre ultimamente me he sentido un vacío..si ese que todos hemos sentido alguna vez...o ese vacío que sentimos permanentemente a veces uno no sabe que va ocurrir al dia siguiente parece que las cosas que tiene que pasar simplemente suceden...y uno no las tiene contempladas, como el hecho de conocer gente muy chingona y tenerla a kilometros de distancia o tener al mejor amigo a 5 minutos de la casa y detestarlo, parece que la mente humana es compleja, yo no la entiendo , en realidad no me entiendo...hay cosas que no entiendo como...¿Por qué las bandas de indie tiene tanto exito entre los pubertos? ¿Por qué mataron a orbita y en su lugar han creado un radiocativo rancio?¿Por qué la gente se siente profunda al escuchara Biiiiork? ¿por qué ya no existe la tolerancia y la gentileza entre los chilangos?¿Por qué en mi clase de alemán todos hablan de sus viajes a Europa y Asia y yo solo conozco Michoacán? ¿Por qué los estudiantes de artes visuales son tan insoportables (y gays)?¿Por qué ahora lo in es ir con una bolsa de mandado a la escuela? ¿Por qué no tengo talento musikal? ¿Por qué soy tan masoquista?¿Porqué soy tan pequeña?¿Por qué los ovnis siguen siendo un misterio? ¿Por qué las cosas buenas acaban pronto y las cosas feas son una agonia eterna?...Tantas preguntas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110757626386959307?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110757626386959307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110757626386959307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110757626386959307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110757626386959307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/un-dia-ms.html' title='Un dia más'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110745411531455252</id><published>2005-02-03T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T12:08:35.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/rei_ayanami.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/rei_ayanami.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui ya esta en la forma original&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110745411531455252?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110745411531455252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110745411531455252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110745411531455252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110745411531455252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/aqui-ya-esta-en-la-forma-original.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110740545485124341</id><published>2005-02-02T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:37:34.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelusini...el origen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bueno...esta es la historia de pelusini...quité la anterior porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;era un poco extraña, bueno los origenes(según recuerdo) se remontan a la prepa, el buen amigo Pietrrro Aburto fué el creador de este simpatico personaje me lo mostró en una clase de ética(divertidisima por cierto) y pues de ahi..Pelusini fué parte de todos nosotros estaba en todos nuestros cuadernos haciendo compañía, después surgieron alguna variaciones muy simpaticas, ya que pelusini es todo un personaje en nuestras vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110740545485124341?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110740545485124341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110740545485124341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110740545485124341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110740545485124341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/02/pelusiniel-origen.html' title='Pelusini...el origen'/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110722458697948509</id><published>2005-01-31T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:23:06.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/pelusini.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/pelusini.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el Pelusini...versión normal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110722458697948509?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/feeds/110722458697948509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357135&amp;postID=110722458697948509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110722458697948509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357135/posts/default/110722458697948509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirememories.blogspot.com/2005/01/este-es-el-pelusini.html' title=''/><author><name>akire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16039729292581786177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110711749503371697</id><published>2005-01-30T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:23:52.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concierto de SPARTA</title><content type='html'>Llegamos a las 8:00 pm para apañar un lugar hasta adelante y quedamos hasta adelante en la bocina izquierda quedamos adelante de Matt enseguida estaba Jim y de lado derecho estaba Paul, atrás estaba Tony que estaba vestido...wow! es lo único que puedo decir acerca de Tony y bueno el concierto empezó como a las 9:15 salieron al escenario tokaron Guns of memorial park ohhhh no lo sé uno de los momentos mas emotivos fue cuando tokaron From now to never porque fué donde tocó Jim el teclado ohh en esa rola casi se me salen las lágrimas jejeje tocaron muchisimas rolas...(bueno tanto asi como muchisimas no) pero si tocaron bastantes, se echaron la cerca, death in the family, tensioning, travel to bloddline, from now to never, hiss the villain, while oceana sleeps, breaking the broken, splinters, cut your ribbon, air, collapse, red alibi, mye, light burns clear, rx coup, glasshose tarot.&lt;br /&gt;Fué uno de los conciertos más chidos a los que he asistido , me acompañó Vero y eso fue asi muy chingón porque nunca habia ido a un concierto con ella y fué una experiencia muy grata y ver a Jim ahi tocando y sonriendonos...yo aseguro que nso sonreía ohh casi enloquezco...jaja bueno...eso es todo lo que tenia que comentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110711749503371697?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110711769611749467</id><published>2005-01-30T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:41:36.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/0702_sparta_a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/0702_sparta_a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una foto más de ellos y ya...lo juro&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110711762864766250</id><published>2005-01-30T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:40:28.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/640/REEEEEEY6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/3176/320/REEEEEEY6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este es Jim Ward algo asi sucedió la noche del 29 de enero del 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l76/akireward/000_0776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357135.post-110697688865691512</id><published>2005-01-28T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:07:22.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitácora de un dia diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eran las 6 de la mañana tenía que despertarme porque el día sería largo muy largo, había quedadon con "mi compañero" a las 8 am asi que...me levanté...me bañé y me puse mi mejor ropa(jaja) bueno...salí de mi casa alrededor de las 7 am para llegar a tiempo, llegué a la casa de mi cuate y pues hubieron algunos contratiempos pero afortunadamante logramos salir alrededor de las 9 am y nos subimos al auto que nos llevaría a Lomas Verdes entonces pues Erika iba muy emocionada mostrándole a Pietrrrro las cosas que llevaba para que le autografiaran, eran alrededor de las 10 am cuando llegamos a Satélite entonces ya preguntamos al llegar a una zona que parecía cercana al lugar donde se desarrollaría el evento al cual asistiríamos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10:20 am- descendíamos del automovil para formarnos en la pequeña fila que existía en el acceso revisé y estaba ahi mi nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10:30 am- llegamos al aditorio de la UVM y nos colocamos en la parte central en la tercera fila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10:31 a 11:29am- Escuchamos las estupideces de los "locutores", veíamos como entraba la gente y cada vez el auditorio se llenaba mas y más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;11:30am-anuncian que Sparta entrará en cualquier momento al auditorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;11:31am-aprox. Sparta entra y se sientan en los sillones que estaban al centro, Paul se sienta del lado izquierdo, Matt y Tony al centro y Jim se sienta a la derecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La entrevista se lleva a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12-38am- Estoy en medio de la fila que me llevara a Sparta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ya no recuerdo la hora pasé primero con Paul, me dió la mano y me tomé la foto, seguí con Matt a quien le regalé una tarjetita, curiosamente con Matt y con Tony nos tardamos bastante debido a la revista que llevabamos, la foto era bastante antigua(del 2002) . jijijijiji y esa foto fue tomada en "Germany" Guten Taj bueno ya ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y le di tambien una tarjetita a Tony...se quedaron un poco impresionados la mayoria de la gente no les obsequió nada..alcancé a ver que Matt tenía un cd (pirata por cierto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ya solo me hacia falta el autógrafo de Jim...y llegué con la cara de fascinación que me caracateriza(ja!)y me vió raro(segun cuenta Pietrrrro) ohh y ya me dió el autógrafo, me tomé la foto y cuando me abrazó se tuvo que agachar tantito ...(debido a mi tamaño) ohhh y sale sonriendo...ohhh y le dí una tarjeta que tenía a "Pelusini" ahora es Internacional, no me sorprenderé si es la portada del sig disco(bueno ya exageré ok ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1:10pm- salíamos de la UVM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aquí acaba la historia...estan de acuerdo que no todos los dias se conoce a Jim Ward...ohh aun sigo emocionada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10357135-110697688865691512?l=akirememories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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