tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58723070662117170382024-03-08T06:53:38.507-08:00u know i love u so....an egocentric bitch`s blog...Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-44895205722699234642010-03-25T21:01:00.000-07:002010-03-25T21:10:49.242-07:00alguna vez.<a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=unpasomas.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/unpasomas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />mis nuevos pasos apenas empiezan!Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-56702184920309488622009-12-05T22:24:00.000-08:002009-12-05T22:37:27.323-08:00chapter.41 now i dont give a fuck...<div align="center">a los casi <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>20´s</strong></span> no te puedes <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">comportar....</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=4-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/4-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=3-2.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=5-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/5-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=2-5.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/2-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />mi carnalito <strong>roqeando</strong> mientras yo <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">brincaba</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center">haha<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=6.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-89869129565567632522009-11-30T20:22:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:35:39.644-08:00chapter 40. Di <3<p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=Dis.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/Dis.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">alguien</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">salvenos</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><span style="color:#666666;">de las</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>matematicas.com</strong></span><span style="color:#666666;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">yaa!!</span></span> </div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-44173746279241573062009-11-22T00:27:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:47:53.344-08:00chapter 39. Sunday! i hate sundays.<div align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=smal.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/smal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">es dificil verte pasar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">y fingir no verte sin que</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">logres sospeechar...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=1-4.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/1-4.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-85448451006171014132009-07-02T22:58:00.000-07:002009-07-02T23:09:21.386-07:00chapter 38,( im a little bit of everything.)<p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=sdsd.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/sdsd.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">im a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">bitch</span></strong>, im a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>lover</strong></span>, im a <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>child</strong></span>, im a mother</p><p align="center">im a <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">sinner</span></strong>,</span> im a <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>saint</strong>,</span> do not feel <em><span style="font-size:85%;">ashamed</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong>im your hell</strong></em>, im your <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">dream</span>,</span></strong> im <em>nothin </em>in between</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#333333;">u know u wouldn´t want it nay other way</span></p><p align="center">so<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">take me</span> as i am this may mean</span></strong></p><p align="center">u´ll have to be a <span style="color:#33cc00;">stronger man</span> rest assured that </p><p align="center">when i start to make you nervous and <em>im going to extremes</em> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tomorrow i will change and today wont mean a thing.</span></strong> </p>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-42415277465895355762009-07-02T21:00:00.000-07:002009-11-23T17:19:36.086-08:00chapter. 37. no es lo que kiero.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">y</span> <span style="color:#663333;">esta</span> noche<span style="color:#663366;"> va</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">este</span><strong> </strong><span style="color:#666666;"><em><strong>trago</strong></em> </span></span><strong><span style="color:#333333;">por ti</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">y</span> <span style="color:#009900;">esta</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">noche</span><strong> </strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">quisiera</span><strong> estuvieras <em><span style="color:#6600cc;">aki</span>.<span style="color:#ff0000;">..</span></em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=tragoporti.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/tragoporti.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=lloyd_2-1.jpg" target="_blank"></a></p>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-56286307140357544552009-07-01T22:51:00.000-07:002009-07-02T21:32:38.235-07:00chapter.36. Breath..<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333333;">When</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">the</span></span> <strong>days</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">have gone</span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">grey</span>, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nothing's wrong</span></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">when</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Molly</span> <strong><span style="color:#000000;">smiles</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=ninna.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/ninna.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><p><br /></p><p><strong>te kiero mujer =)</strong></p>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-24995721242225250042009-06-14T22:06:00.000-07:002009-06-14T22:33:07.068-07:00chapter.35. volando a buscar lo mas profundo.<span style="font-family:arial;">no te puedo prometer qe cambiare, no se si podre hacerlo.<br />pero se, qe eres todo lo qe qiero.<br />no puedo decir qe no te hare llorar, o que voy a ser sincera,<br />no te puedo prometer qe en el futuro sea perfecto,<br />pero el futuro es lo de menos.<br />no puedo decir q voy a estar alli<br />cuando mas me necesites, pero puedo intentarlo si lo pides.<br />no voy a decir qe cuidare de ti.<br />nisikiera se cuidarme.<br />es posible qe sea io kien necesite qe la salven<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">pero te quiero mas qe a nadie.!<br /></span></strong>de eso estoy segura, por mucho tiempo que pase...</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=azfok.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/azfok.jpg" border="0" /></a>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-80981259903518454162009-06-11T15:38:00.000-07:002009-06-14T22:04:54.193-07:00chapter.34. mi roCkero favorito bitChes.aweebo esta entrada tenia qe ser <span style="color:#333333;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tuia (L)</span></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=217.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/217.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">esto es por...</span><br /><br />- <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">extrañar</span></em></strong> tu dieta del <strong>hielo </strong></div><strong></strong><div align="center"><br />- esa <em><strong>llantita feliz</strong></em> por cada comercial qe te ibas a abrir el refri mientras Ren hacia ejercicio ha<br /></div><div align="center">- mi <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>borrego</strong> </span></span>roCkero <strong><span style="color:#990000;">favorito.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center">- por esas peleas qe <em><span style="font-family:courier new;">solo contigo</span></em> puedo tener haha </div><div align="center"><br />- mi confidente, mi borrego, mi guitarra, una de mis canciones favoritas, mi pelon, mi mjor amigo, mi droga haha =) </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;">- </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">mucho qe <strong>eres</strong> para mi ...</span><strong><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">te</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">re</span><span style="color:#999999;">qe</span><span style="color:#666666;">te</span><span style="color:#000000;">kiero</span>!</span></strong><br /></span></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2291.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2291.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-32397490788408686682009-06-10T21:01:00.000-07:002009-06-10T22:02:24.159-07:00chapter.33. Dear Prudence. do u want to come out and play?<a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=you.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=dos.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/dos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />suelo morder mi labio cuando estoi triste, cuando estoi enojada.<br />(lo estoi mordiendo ahorita)<br />siento un nudo en la garganta.<br />como que tengo un hueso de pollo atorado.<br />tal vez lo has sentido alguna vez.<br /><br />1) esas canciones<br />2) mi abuelo<br />3) unos malos entendidos qe se hacen bomba.<br />4) mi mejor amiga.<br />5) los dias con lluvia.<br />6) el aire o los chocolates?<br />7) no creo en nadie hoy<br /><br />si te pararas enfrente de ti justo en este momento<br />hay de dos.<br />1) o te suelto un putazo<br />2) o me rompo a llorar.<br />no kiero ninguna de las dos...<br />tan solo dame un abrazo.<br />qe si me siento de la shit, hoy.<br /><br />dias como estos. neta,<br />si extraño cuando me decias:<br />"No estas sola, aki estoy yo".<br /><br /><br />bahh ya no kiero escribir.Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-64527243741295781362009-06-09T20:55:00.000-07:002009-06-10T22:01:29.779-07:00chapter. 32. never say goodbye to me..<strong><span style="color:#000000;">hey abuelo.!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=abuelo.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/abuelo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br />las <em>enfermedades</em> van y vienen.<br />si tu eres<span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>fuerte</strong></span> y luchas contre eias.<br />todo va a estar biien.<br />nunka intentes caminar lejos de <strong><em>"carolo"</em></strong><br />qe le romperias el <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>corazón.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">the sun is out.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">the sky is blue</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">its beautiful so are you!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">u are a part of my everything</span></strong>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-5372187513317776542009-06-08T14:11:00.000-07:002009-06-09T10:09:17.134-07:00chapter.31 having fun.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>how to be a cutie <span style="color:#330033;">princess</span>.</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>(by George)</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2954.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2954.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2955.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2955.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2956.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2956.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2957.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2957.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2958.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2958.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p> </p><p align="center">haha, now fuck you..</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=IMG_2947.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/IMG_2947.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></p>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-28142490946056748452009-06-05T11:41:00.000-07:002009-06-05T11:54:14.149-07:00chapter.30 . mistakes and regrets.<a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=mistakes-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/mistakes-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />if I could make a list<br />Of my <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">mistakes and regrets<br /></span></strong>I'd put <em><span style="font-size:130%;">your name</span></em> on top<br />And <span style="font-family:courier new;">every line</span> after it<br />Because every inch of hope<br />Becomes a <em>world of shame</em><br /><br />I've had to walk through<br />Each and every day<br /><br />And if I screamed "you were wrong"<br />At the top of my lungs<br />It would never return<br />All the faith that<br />I've lost<br /><br />Because there is nothing left to say<br />That has not been said<br />If I shouted,<strong> you wouldn't listen<br /></strong>I dought it'd even sink in<br />If you forget how to feel<br />Reach inside your chest<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Is there a heart beating?<br /></span></strong><em>Is there just emptiness</em>?Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-49539276488718196922009-05-31T22:23:00.000-07:002009-06-04T23:01:17.597-07:00chapter.29 i need somebody new, just like youson las <strong>11:56 pm</strong> y tengo muchas ganas de salir a dar una caminata.<br />deberia hacerlo, siempre me ayuda a aclararlo todo.<br />(pero le tengo miedo a los perros.)<br /><br />tengo ganas.<br /><br />- de tomar una michelada muy fria, (ahorita), contigo.<br />- de qe tengas ganas de mi.<br />- de dejar de ser distraida<br />- de dejar de cantar esa cancion falladora qe tengo en mi cabeza.<br />- de comerme una tarta morada contigo contigo.<br />- volver a tener esos 16 años<br />- de usar mucho rimel en mis ojos.<br />- de cantarte una canción<br />- de ser una pelicula de Tim Burton<br />- de estar morada.<br /><br />y ya.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=img2804bw.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/img2804bw.jpg" border="0" /></a>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-40171222520051813952009-05-23T16:13:00.000-07:002009-05-23T16:37:44.803-07:00chapter.28. tanfragilcomoelcristal.<div align="center"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=nowewaru.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/nowewaru.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">when</span> u <span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">grab</span> a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">hold </span></strong>of me.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;">please </span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666666;">tell me</span><br /></span>that <em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">i will never</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">be</span></em> set <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">free</span></strong>... </div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-30069323805512862122009-05-23T14:34:00.000-07:002009-05-23T14:40:46.827-07:00chapter.27 un sabado dond tu apareces y desapareces<div align="center"><br />Ellos piden adrenalina<br /><br />un <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>beso</strong></span> </span>al pie del alcantarilla<br /><br />su <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#333333;">cursileria</span>,</span></strong> es decir <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"amor"</span></strong><br /><br />tu dale el tiro de gracia,<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"><strong>pasion sin freno</strong></span> y con mucha polvora<br /><br />aceptemoslo, <strong>todos</strong> <em>queremos </em>un idilio asi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=_Ameliesm-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/_Ameliesm-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-8920802906001386412009-05-03T20:31:00.000-07:002009-05-07T07:46:58.363-07:00chapter.26. Carolina (8) ratones paranoicos...amoor me dedico esta canción y me hace los dias y todo mejora (:
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<br />Carolina,ya no hay tiempo para mí
<br />este día y en el carro voy a ir a buscarla
<br />por un puente algo gris
<br />muchas veces vuelcan autos hacia aquí.
<br />Carolina, tu voz ya no quiere entrar
<br />enseguida quiero saber, ¿cómo estás?
<br />Todo el tiempo tengo ganas dde saber donde estas
<br />Carolina tu canción es para mí
<br />este día...
<br />Estoy cubierto en la sala.
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<br />Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-36756100334900317002009-04-26T14:32:00.000-07:002009-04-26T15:44:20.518-07:00chapter.25. José Castellanos<a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=amar.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/amar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">dame</span> </span>despues del <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>beso</em> </span>de la <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">copa.</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">el <em>beso</em> de los</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">labios</span>.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Tengo un ensayo que terminar y no kiero avanzar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">despues de lo bien que la he pasado los dias pasados, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">no kiero ponerme a trabajar :( </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">aaaaaww estoy toda feliz.</span>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-85270534856053430852009-04-19T22:01:00.000-07:002009-04-19T22:24:17.638-07:00chapter.24. tiempo fuera.<div align="left"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=darling.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/darling.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">i hold your hand<br />i whisper all of your dreams<br />i breathe in the air<br />that you breathe out night</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">mañana la historia siwe y siwe </span><span style="color:#999999;"><br />no dejo de creer. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;">ni de extrañar.<br />algun dia te volvere a encontrar<br />y volveremos a sentarnos<br />en aqel tercer escanlon donde todo empezó</span>. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-39263866229238249072009-04-16T19:31:00.000-07:002009-04-16T21:48:34.314-07:00chapter.23. tonight (:<a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=qaro-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/qaro-1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i. i dont want to do my homework. no<br />2. i dont want to study tonight. menos<br />3.i dont want to waste this moment without u.<br />4. i want to see you no matter how far u are<br />5. i want to leave town right now<br />6. to take a shower always makes me feel better<br />7. school is almost over<br />8. in da picture the prettiest girl in town hahah :)<br />9. i love deftones.<br />10. hechando el chisme con AldoQarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-32256331066032110892009-04-13T20:33:00.000-07:002009-04-16T07:24:53.575-07:00chapter.22.the saturday dancing boy <3<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>3:00 am</strong></span><br /><br /><strong>rock</strong> empienza <em>cantando</em> termina<em> <strong>bailando</strong></em><strong><br /></strong>un gordo tapa toda la vista! jaja . ¬¬<br />algo <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>naranja</strong> </span>roba la mirada.<br /><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>baila y baila,</strong></span> mejor qe <strong>tu!</strong><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>morado y rayado</strong></span> kieren bailar <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>naranja</strong></span><br />coqeteo y bailamos! haha<br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=krla.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/krla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=bbys-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/bbys-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>casi <span style="font-size:130%;">4:00 am</span><br /></strong>2 chelas haha. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>naranja</strong></span> se ha ido :( ya no esta<br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=chelas.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/chelas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>4:30 am</strong><br /></span>tacos.felices<br /><em>fin</em>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-56046582644655900512009-04-02T21:46:00.000-07:002009-04-13T17:39:04.788-07:00chapter.veinte.uno.necesito un respiro<em>u are</em> just like <em>heaven...</em> you.<br /><br /><a href='http://img5.imageshack.us/my.php?image=nubesywg.jpg'><img src='http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/7310/nubesywg.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/></a><br/><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Heaven</strong></span><br />means here in my mind across the <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>blue blue sky<br /></strong></span>means. the way u make me<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> fly</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">means.<strong> <em><span style="color:#330033;">u and me</span></em></strong> reaching the <strong><em>sky</em></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-73704939899147271122009-04-01T10:40:00.000-07:002009-04-01T21:26:06.860-07:00chapter.20. best friends.. siempre salvandome :D<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>means</em></span> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">someone who hates the same bastards you hate..</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>best friend</strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>means</em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"><strong>wero</strong></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"><em>i <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>love </strong></span>you</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">no ahi kien me conozca mejor qe tu</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">no ahi qien sepa mjor qe tu lo qe significo al decir las cosas,</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">mis gestos, mis emociones.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">lo qe m lastima y lo qe kiero.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">cuando lloro y cuando rio </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">cuando grito y cuando bailo</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;">cuando chismoseoo y cuando comemos sin parar...</span></em></div><div align="left">siempre tu :D</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=3-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/3-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=2-3.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/2-3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=1-3.jpg" target="_blank"><img 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style="color:#333333;">gracias</span></em></strong> por <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">colorear</span></strong> mi <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>vida :)<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=8-1.jpg" target="_blank"></a>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-28017699600320027182009-03-23T11:20:00.000-07:002009-03-26T08:00:28.993-07:00chapter.19 i love la hortaalizaa..!! hahauno) el ejote se kiere ir a la udla :(<br />kiere conocer al mono desnudo qe habitaa ahi haha<br /><br />dos) kiero irme con la negra a campeche :) y espero si se haga!<br /><br />3) Betty Bob nos ha dado flan esta mañanucaa para endulzar la vidorriaa<br /><br />4) kareniinaa la armamos en el examen d mate<br /><br />5) parece qe hoy no se te extraño !<br /><br />6) seee avionazos puutos.. haha<br /><br />7) ya no se qe mas decir<br /><br />8) qe alwien me invite un helado enorme enorme!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=nose.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/nose.jpg" border="0" /></a>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872307066211717038.post-83824708425949159892009-03-09T19:51:00.000-07:002009-03-09T20:29:41.368-07:00chapter.diez&ochopunto. on the ground...omo <a href="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/?action=view&current=raro2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n22/ztrellajc/raro2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em>algo <strong>no</strong> esta <span style="color:#339999;"><strong>bien</strong></span> verdad(?)</em><br />estoy <span style="color:#666666;">equivocada</span>?<br />o es el <strong><em>frio</em></strong> de esta noche?<br />qe dia es hoy?<br />por qe hoy amaneci media hora mas tarde qe <strong>aier</strong><br />y porqe <strong>hoy crei</strong> menos qe aier .<br /><br />a donde se van los <strong><em><span style="color:#339999;">sueños</span></em></strong> cuando no los consewimos<br />por que a alguna parte se tienen qe ir. o no ?<br /><br />y pqe hoy me siento toda confundida..<br />y pqe hago tantas preguntas(?)<br />y pqe necesito un <span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">abrazo</span> muy fuerte<br />tan <em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">fuerte</span></strong></em> qe rompa mis costillas..<br /><br />pqe el<span style="color:#339999;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>aire</strong></span></span> trata de derrumbar los castillitos<br />qe yo construii y no sabe cuanto <strong>m costo hacerlo..</strong>Qarockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797169029376802849noreply@blogger.com2