<?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-38891205</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:25.595-04:00</updated><category term='bikes'/><category term='musica'/><category term='mail'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='Pensamientos'/><category term='examenes'/><category term='random'/><category term='tiendas'/><category term='cama'/><category term='dildos'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='sed'/><category term='time'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Piratas del Caribe 3'/><category term='hueva'/><category term='sueno'/><category term='food'/><category term='chismes'/><category term='asesinato'/><category term='family'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='koffyn'/><category term='20'/><category term='risas'/><category term='skates'/><category term='cumpleanos'/><title type='text'>Stop CPR!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-1215044176730019937</id><published>2007-12-17T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:02:28.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SB :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esto que pasa, ha sido super diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basta de femmes que solo sirven para el drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya son 2 semanas de peliculas que se han tenido que repetir dos o tres veces porque verla es mejor que ver la tele. Es la primera persona que conozco que le gusta bombardearme con millones de besos y que rehusa a que la suelte aunque sea para levantarme e ir al bano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hasta eso mi rotacion clinica en el infierno llevo a algo que hasta el momento es demasiado bueno para ser verdad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-1215044176730019937?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/1215044176730019937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=1215044176730019937&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/1215044176730019937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/1215044176730019937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/12/sb.html' title='SB :)'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-560458957178421151</id><published>2007-11-11T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:02:57.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hueva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examenes'/><title type='text'>Ash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Examen el martes, en trigonometria. Tarde porque la fiebre del martes pasado no me permitia ni pensar. Ahora me intento meter en la cabeza mil cosas que espero se mantengan pegosteadas para el martes que viene.&lt;br /&gt;Trago como cerdo a pesar de mi asco, ademas bebo y mi sed no se sacia. Sudo a pesar de mi frio interno... mas se congelan mis patas.&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto si te fuiste porque cuando me conecte me viste?&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar. Ya me canse. Mi espalda y cuello piden a gritos una alineada, y sobre todo mi cabello una peinada.&lt;br /&gt;Por que el brocoli huele a pedos, o mis pedos a brocoli?&lt;br /&gt;Tengo sueno, eso si. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-560458957178421151?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/560458957178421151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=560458957178421151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/560458957178421151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/560458957178421151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/11/ash.html' title='Ash'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-4458414997683388262</id><published>2007-11-06T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:13:48.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Despues de miles</title><content type='html'>Beep Beep Beep "TRAUMA ALERT BY AIR... TRAUMA ALERT BY AIR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Make it a gory one, please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-4458414997683388262?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/4458414997683388262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=4458414997683388262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/4458414997683388262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/4458414997683388262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/11/despues-de-miles.html' title='Despues de miles'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-3171539757458419534</id><published>2007-07-19T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:23:54.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi Es</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hijole... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya me esta pasando otra vez. Solo que no se si sea asi como mi imaginacion... que pienso y formo, como hormiga, laberintos en mi cabeza y perforo hoyos en mi razon para que termine como un queso gruller y al final las ideas se cuelen y molden como quiero que se cuelen y molden. Maldita desilusion que usualmente sigue despues de mi tipico proceso mental. Pero maldigo mas el momento que se prendio el switch de la memoria y causo una cadena en reaccion que provoca que ahora mi mente este en lugares donde no debe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero esque habla bien bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-3171539757458419534?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/3171539757458419534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=3171539757458419534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3171539757458419534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3171539757458419534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/07/asi-es.html' title='Asi Es'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-129389272640173542</id><published>2007-06-27T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:12:31.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chismes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumpleanos'/><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy los cumpli... mi celebracion nula en terminos briagos publicos puesto que me falta uno para veintiuno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me quieren partir la madre, con eso de mi sex appeal y de un par de llamadas telefonicas que han sido malinterpretadas, con agradecimiento directo a esas personas texteras (en cuanto a mensajes de texto telefonicos) por haber iniciado el chisme y drama latente. Maldita gente sanguijuelera! Pero algun dia les llegara el karma.. mientras tanto yo cuido mi espalda y desenpolvo mis punios en caso de emergencia, ya que corro bastante cuando hago ejercicio, y hace bastante tambien que no practico mi arte del box... ya hace falta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero me ha de tener miedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-129389272640173542?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/129389272640173542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=129389272640173542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/129389272640173542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/129389272640173542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/06/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-4728218745742942260</id><published>2007-06-11T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:42:31.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tengo compu nueva! Ja, mi regalo de cumpleanios adelantado... y estoy feliz como la lombriz de agua puerca que soy. Me gusta me gusta, y haber podido instalar el wireless despues de 5 horas jaja! todo por no leer las instrucciones, ya que me huiera podido ahorrar 4 horas y media, pero bueno. C'est la vie, o como se escriba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta semana es la ultima que tengo que ir al hospital woohoo! pero aun tendre que ir a clases de quimica y estadistica... ah y speech, guacala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preciso irme a clase, el tiempo me presiona... segun yo llegaria a dormirme, pero me meti a esta maldita red de informacion a la cual soy adicta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me duele la cabeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-4728218745742942260?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/4728218745742942260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=4728218745742942260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/4728218745742942260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/4728218745742942260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/06/shalala.html' title='Shalala'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-3965976776107784428</id><published>2007-06-02T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:19:55.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Wipiriri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RmHeyKBswgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/--goMfoyZhM/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071579608662196738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RmHeyKBswgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/--goMfoyZhM/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No podre ir al Projekt Revolution esta vez.. estara encabezado por linkin park, placebo, HIM, y otras bandillas.. oh que triste.&lt;br /&gt;Pero si ire al Family Values Tour! Encabezado por Korn y Evanescence - Agosto 14.&lt;br /&gt;Ojala no me muera antes de esa fecha, porque ya compre boletos. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya quiero. Y ya casi cumplo 20 tambien. Chale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-3965976776107784428?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/3965976776107784428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=3965976776107784428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3965976776107784428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3965976776107784428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/06/wipiriri.html' title='Wipiriri'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RmHeyKBswgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/--goMfoyZhM/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-911775024902536137</id><published>2007-05-24T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:06:46.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hueva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sed'/><title type='text'>Si supieras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pues resulta que saliendo del hospital me fui a casa de un amigo. Me invito una cerveza y ahi echamos chisme por un ratito, hasta que comente que tenia hambre. Total que me hizo de comer, pasta con crema y queso parmesano (yum!), papas y carne... justo ahora huelo a bisteck por la cocinada - sexy! yo se XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fue un dia bastante agradable, con carcajadas suficientes como para darme gusto otro par de horas, pero sobre todo que es jueves! y no tengo nada de escuela ni nada hasta el martes. Dias de deliciosa y lujuriosa hueva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me conecte con esperas de platicar con gente en el MSN, pero la persona que me interesa mas no esta conectada, ni me ha mandado el prometido mail! Que pasooo? Tengo sed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tengo sueno, 12 horas de trabajo y otras cuantas manejando son agotadoras, preciso mi cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buenas noches, querido blo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-911775024902536137?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/911775024902536137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=911775024902536137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/911775024902536137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/911775024902536137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/05/si-supieras.html' title='Si supieras...'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-3145726082093838810</id><published>2007-05-20T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:47:01.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hueva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piratas del Caribe 3'/><title type='text'>Hueva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada tan mas chido como echarse a ver la tele todo el dia sin preocupaciones. O estar en la computadora, pero me da calor por tener mis manos tanto tiempo sobre la maquinita. No tengo puntos a tocar por eso nunca escribo en ti, blogsito... eso mas el hecho de que se me olvida la contrasena y me da hueva dar click en 'forgot password?' y hacer todo el procedimiento... para colmo darme cuenta que es algo tan sencillo y obvio que me da coraje y menos ganas me dan de meterme a postear... todo esto no significa que cualquier wannabe pueda meterse a mi blogger porque he afirmado que mi contrasena es facil-Para mi. Ja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He llegado mi asignatura y ahora preciso mandar una postal a Cd. Nezahualcoyotl si no me equivoco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quiero ver Piratas del Caribe 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-3145726082093838810?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/3145726082093838810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=3145726082093838810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3145726082093838810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3145726082093838810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/05/hueva.html' title='Hueva'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-8628776433070492289</id><published>2007-05-07T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:41:27.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiendas'/><title type='text'>Sweat, baby, sweat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer fui de quesque compras a Costco y vi a una escuinclita jugando por ahi. Quien se mete a esos "pasillitos" que se hacen entre los anaqueles enormes en las tiendas tipo bodega? Que tal que le hubiera caido una caja de esas q ponen en las repisas y nadie la encontrara... y la vieran un par de dias despues ya media comida por las moscas? Jaja no tengo tantisima suerte como para que algo asi de cagado pase. Ya casi se acaban mis escasas vacaciones y tengo &lt;strong&gt;un chingo&lt;/strong&gt; de calor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El 12 de mayo me invitaron a una "Passion Party" y a ver que tal sale eso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pondre una tienda de juguetes sexuales en linea, si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-8628776433070492289?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/8628776433070492289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=8628776433070492289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/8628776433070492289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/8628776433070492289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweat-baby-sweat.html' title='Sweat, baby, sweat.'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-6932772308076877100</id><published>2007-05-03T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:58:24.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20'/><title type='text'>Veinte</title><content type='html'>Las 20 oraciones del momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RjoC1aNoFxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yDhFKW_VMwQ/s1600-h/playera.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengo ganas de estornudar y no puedo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;El disco de HIM ya se toca por enesima vez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decidi hoy baniarme con agua heladota.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayer me moje en la lluvia tormentosa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo un examen final el sabado. - REPROBADA! - ugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Por primera vez en la historia, ninguno de mis contactos del msn esta conectado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayer me dormi leyendo un libro de anatomia y fisiologia (que bruto, que divertido! pero si..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esta haciendo calor - De ahi lo del agua fria en el bano, obvio. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son las 11.44.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoy es jueves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi telefono sono hace rato y no conteste pq era una mona que me caga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me pregunto que habra en la tele.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi cabello sigue mojado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amo a mi internet veloz, y lo puedo repetir un millon de veces pero me da hueva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiero ir a la playa - Raro en mi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo hambre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aparte de hambre, como que me dio sed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiero la serie completa de los X-Files&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiero a alguien...alguien quiere ser mi chava?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pero sobre todo...Uso mi playera nueva de spiderman. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RjoDi6NoFyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eDXFciF3AEk/s1600-h/playera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060361029581018914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Spidey" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RjoDi6NoFyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eDXFciF3AEk/s200/playera.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-6932772308076877100?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/6932772308076877100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=6932772308076877100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/6932772308076877100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/6932772308076877100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/05/20.html' title='Veinte'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RjoDi6NoFyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eDXFciF3AEk/s72-c/playera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-3496855088987039046</id><published>2007-05-02T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:43:20.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asesinato'/><title type='text'>Argggggggh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olvide por completo que tenia blog, de no haber sido por Ley esto hubiese quedado truncado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preciso una laptop para mi clase de estadistica, esta que usamos esta demasiado chida como para ser expuesta a peligros externos- Ajaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por que me revienta tanto no poder madrearme a quien se me pare enfrente? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Querido BLOG: He tenido pensamientos asesinos ultimamente, el deseo de estrangular o apunalar a alguien se ha acentuado estas ultimas semanas. Sera el estres, sera que me vale una mierda ya todo, o seran los frustrados gritos de coraje en el auto o los ahogados en mi almohada que ya no parecen hacer el bien el trabajo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No quiero hablar con nadie, no me importa lo que me digan, quiero desaparecer de pronto y no tener que volver a aguantar otra presencia humana...si!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-3496855088987039046?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/3496855088987039046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=3496855088987039046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3496855088987039046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/3496855088987039046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/05/argggggggh.html' title='Argggggggh'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-8258068946124474914</id><published>2007-03-28T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:34:25.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koffyn'/><title type='text'>Skates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Koffyn comes back to life tonight]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my old-school in-line skates with me (thanks to my grandma for bringing them along with her). They're all scratched and worn out, I never realized that I did use them A LOT... they still fit, a bit too snugly, but I can deal with that. They brought good memories, and served as a good reminder of my near-death experience as well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I kill myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046951595576935762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: arrow; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Oldies" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RgpfvHz0RVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rOtwWhowWvE/s200/patines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I can't wait to create some musical FuSiOn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-8258068946124474914?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/8258068946124474914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=8258068946124474914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/8258068946124474914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/8258068946124474914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/03/skates.html' title='Skates'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aqyp7VX5UTE/RgpfvHz0RVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rOtwWhowWvE/s72-c/patines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-2609697709804049535</id><published>2007-03-07T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:34:11.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>MOVIE TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ghost Rider is out to get me... "LOOK INTO MY EYES" - Eeeeeek! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the greatest visual effects when he turns into the firey skeleton, but his bike really is HOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stuffed my face today with Red Lobster and then three hours later with Pollo Tropical, I'm a pig. "I LIKE to EAT, is that such a crime?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the last time I went out with this friend I hung out with today was to go to a concert in 2004... and it's 2007. THREE YEARS went by, I didn't even hear them "whoosh", and now I'm officialy concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why have I been thinking about you lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-2609697709804049535?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/2609697709804049535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=2609697709804049535&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/2609697709804049535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/2609697709804049535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/03/movie-time.html' title='MOVIE TIME!'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891205.post-7129544846169643435</id><published>2007-03-05T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:08:23.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Yep, yep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Killswitch Engage are playing tonight in &lt;a href="http://www.jointherevolution.net"&gt;Revolution&lt;/a&gt;. I called 93rock the other day to win me some tickets, but I was the 4th caller (caller #9 gets the gold). I was all retardedly happy and hyper-diaper because I never even get through their constantly busy lines - and that's not even close to how weird I get sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FUCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;whoever won their pair of tickets, and I will gladly sleep instead because I still don't feel too good to be going to this head-banging, face-melting, gut-busting, ass-kicking rock show with one of the most amazing bands of the moment. Not like I wanted to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I have a 30-40minute presentation to work on, as well as a paper on sleep apnea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if Ticketmaster still has tickets available...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891205-7129544846169643435?l=stop-cpr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/feeds/7129544846169643435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891205&amp;postID=7129544846169643435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/7129544846169643435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891205/posts/default/7129544846169643435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stop-cpr.blogspot.com/2007/03/yep-yep.html' title='Yep, yep.'/><author><name>Stop CPR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123953818318555664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/Hundida/corte3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
