<?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-7951667</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:57:12.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moloko´s condescendence</title><subtitle type='html'>Bienaventurados los que aventuran a estas mis desaventuras mentales virtuales. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-114633181789284130</id><published>2006-04-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:30:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"You may be surprised to know that women were responsible for inventing all of the following: the circular saw, the signal flare, the space suit, the bulletproof vest, and the windshield wiper. You're welcome." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-114633181789284130?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/114633181789284130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=114633181789284130' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/114633181789284130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/114633181789284130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-114556879743576346</id><published>2006-04-20T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:49:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in business.... (con nuevo look y todo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend of mine once sent me a post card with a picture of the entire planet Earth taken from space. On the back it said, "Wish you were here."  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.quotegeek.com/page_categories.asp?action=viewcategory&amp;catid=9&amp;amp;amp;linktype=1&amp;chunk=5&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Steven Wright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-114556879743576346?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/114556879743576346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=114556879743576346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/114556879743576346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/114556879743576346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-in-business-con-nuevo-look-y-todo.html' title='Back in business.... (con nuevo look y todo)'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112490078710729402</id><published>2005-08-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:26:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jejeje funny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Relationships are hard. It's like a full-time job, and we should treat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;should give you two weeks' notice. There should be severance pay, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; --Bob Ettinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-112490078710729402?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112490078710729402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112490078710729402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112490078710729402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112490078710729402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/jejeje-funny.html' title='jejeje funny....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112489612713870324</id><published>2005-08-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:09:56.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"These days" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/08/these-days.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://molokoscon.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;/2004/08/these-days.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny thing is... it's been a year since I wrote that, and that's pretty much what my year has been like (at some points to worrisome scales jeje).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A disconcerting whirlwind of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I finally seem to be getting back on track,... the anxiety of the situation going on to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next town, and I have a much better idea of what the answers might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could the cursed veil be lifting?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stay tuned for next week's episode of... *dramatically charged crescendo*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jeannette, self-voyager"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... brought to you by Chestnut Cheerios, for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmassy taste all-year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fade to black.&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/7951667-112489612713870324?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112489612713870324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112489612713870324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112489612713870324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112489612713870324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/year-in-making.html' title='A year in the making'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112489561474021343</id><published>2005-08-23T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:00:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And with that,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... the prince returned the untamable fox to where it came from."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodbye, silly one... hope we both find what we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951667-112489561474021343?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112489561474021343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112489561474021343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112489561474021343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112489561474021343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-with-that.html' title='&quot;And with that,...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112472454427001111</id><published>2005-08-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:29:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You say it's your birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...well, it's my birthday too, yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/meletters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S WISHING YOU ALL A VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/7951667-112472454427001111?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112472454427001111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112472454427001111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112472454427001111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112472454427001111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='&quot;You say it&apos;s your birthday...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109268638922471317</id><published>2005-08-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T12:20:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayo 1997&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermano mayor (el Joshua) me lleva con él a hacerse un tatuaje. Yo quería hacerme uno también, llevaba con esa monería varios meses. Mi hermano me aconsejó que esperara unos años a ver si todavía quería hacérmelo porque eso no era una decisión que se tomaba a la ligera. Como considero a mi hermano como una persona de gran inteligencia (y porque no tenía la menor idea del tatuaje que quería) decidí hacerle caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Septiembre 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona.- “Ha llegado el momento!” Tras investigar varios sitios de tatuaje... me decido por uno, hago una cita y pago un depósito de la mitad de lo que costaría el tatuaje para reservarla la hora (me imagino que esto se debe a la cantidad de cancelaciones por cobardía de parte de clientes potenciales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tatuaje: un Hobbes (el tigre de la tira cómica “Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes”). “¿Por qué?” ¿Por qué no? No existen palabras para lograr la comprensión ajena del valor sentimental que oculta esta figura bidimensional para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/HOBBES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armando (alias Origami) decide acompañarme, con el plan de pasarse el camino entero en metro (y la parada obligatoria para sacar dinero) tratando de convencerme de no hacerlo. Yo me mantengo determinada (después de todo, ya había pagado el depósito). Llegamos a la parada (“te va a doler”), caminamos hacia la calle (“que nooo, que te vas a arrepentir”), subimos la estrecha escalera con una luz amarilla que parece indicarnos el lugar como la estrella de Belén (“piénsalo”), nos paramos frente a la puerta (que se parece bastante a esas puertas de la oficina del investigador privado de las viejas películas de Hollywood), y de repente oigo algo por arriba de las palabras de Armando, algo que suena como un taladro de dentista acompañado de un grito femenino pero emitido por una especie masculina: “uuuaaaaayyyy!” En ese momento, di la media vuelta y corrí hacia la calle llevandome a Armando de encuentro (quién apenas podía caminar por la risa mucho menos correr tras mí). El depósito no fue tanto dinero después de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noviembre 2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002, este es el año en el que en mi vida se comenzaron a producirse grandes cambios en mí, cambios de los cuales no habría marcha atrás. Era momento de dejar los sueños infantiles (ya era tiempo) y descubrir quién yo era, o por lo menos tener una idea más clara. Cambios que no mostrarían su efecto hasta el verano del 2004 y continuarían afectándome por un buen tiempo más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como premonición de los tropezones que me esperaban (y fueron muchos, pero siempre cayendo hacia delante y sobre la nariz, para luego continuar iluminada como Rudolph tras la experiencia aprendida), decidí que verdaderamente había llegado el momento de dejar una marca en mí (algo como A.C. y D.C.). Mi miedo a las agujas también sería vencido en el proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tatuaje: Woodstock, un pajarito chiquito con dificultad de vuelo y que chocaba con todo, quién desataba una ira de signos de admiración a quién osaba alborotarle las plumas del temperamento, y se burlaba de los demás con una risa ñata. En él me vi reflejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/woodstock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a Starlight Tattoo, donde el talentoso Emy se armó de paciencia ante mis gritos, silenciados por un palito de paleta de madera que tenía mordido. Claro que ya era muy tarde para pedirle que parara, no me podía quedar con el tatuaje sin terminar y tratando de explicar durante toda una vida que esa raya permanente tenía gran significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misión cumplida, meta lograda. La ubicación: en la espalda del lado derecho de la cintura justo arriba del derriere (se entiende eso?). Comentario de mi hermano al verlo: “cuando envejezcas y engordes ese Woodstock se va a convertir en el Pájaro Grande de Plaza Sesamo”. No debería darme risa, pero la imagen me hace carcajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi gran shock fue cuando me informaron que a Woodstock lo habían bautizado en español con el nombre de.... Emilio. Todavía no sé qué pienso sobre esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-109268638922471317?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109268638922471317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109268638922471317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109268638922471317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109268638922471317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/emilio.html' title='Emilio?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112439031140398160</id><published>2005-08-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:38:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when you go&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect ending&lt;br /&gt; To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you go all I know is&lt;br /&gt; You're my favorite mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- S.C.&lt;/span&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/7951667-112439031140398160?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112439031140398160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112439031140398160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112439031140398160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112439031140398160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112438277204366484</id><published>2005-08-18T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:32:52.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving - Supergrass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;         Moving, just keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;'Till I don't know what's sane,&lt;br /&gt;I've been moving so long,&lt;br /&gt;The days all feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving, just keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know why to stay,&lt;br /&gt;No ties to bind me,&lt;br /&gt;No reasons to remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a low, low feeling around me,&lt;br /&gt;And a stone cold feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't stop messing my mind up,&lt;br /&gt;Or wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mow, low feeling around me,&lt;br /&gt;And a stone cold feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to find somebody to help me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll keep moving, just keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know who I am,&lt;br /&gt;No need to follow,&lt;br /&gt;There's no way back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving, keep on moving,&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel I'm home again,&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a low, low feeling around me,&lt;br /&gt;And a stone cold feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't stop messing my mind up,&lt;br /&gt;Or wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a low, low feeling around me,&lt;br /&gt;And a stone cold feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to find somebody to help me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-112438277204366484?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112438277204366484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112438277204366484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112438277204366484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112438277204366484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-supergrass.html' title='Moving - Supergrass'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112250070261354591</id><published>2005-07-27T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:46:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Blunders of the World:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Wealth without work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Pleasure without conscience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Knowledge without character &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Commerce without morality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Science without humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Worship without sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Politics without principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;—Mahatma            Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-112250070261354591?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112250070261354591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112250070261354591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112250070261354591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112250070261354591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/seven-blunders-of-world.html' title='Seven Blunders of the World:'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112207075937589329</id><published>2005-07-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:19:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are three sides to every story. My side, your side, and the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each one differently. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Evans&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/7951667-112207075937589329?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112207075937589329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112207075937589329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112207075937589329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112207075937589329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-quote.html' title='Good quote'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112207060374945272</id><published>2005-07-22T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:16:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealist</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your answers suggest you are an Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;!-- set var for appropriate result content --&gt;                    &lt;!-- include appropriate result content --&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The four aspects that make up this personality type are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/images/mind/whatamilike/types/idealist.gif" alt="Spontaneous, Ideas, Hearts and Introvert" border="0" height="100" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h3  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summary of Idealists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make sense of the world using inner values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Focus on personal growth and the growth of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of themselves as bright, forgiving and curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May sometimes appear stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;h3  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More about Idealists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idealists put time and energy into developing personal values that they use as a guide through life. They may seek fulfilment by helping others improve themselves and often want to make the world a better place. Idealists only share their inner values with people they respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idealists enjoy discussions about a wide range of topics, particularly those that deal with the future. They are typically easy-going and flexible, but if their values are challenged they may refuse to compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In situations where they can’t use their talents or are unappreciated, Idealists may have trouble expressing themselves and withdraw. Under extreme stress, Idealists may become very critical of others, or lose confidence in their own ability to cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recognition for their work is important to Idealists; however, they are also good at spotting false praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idealist Careers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idealists are often drawn to jobs where they can help people reach their potential. They are also attracted to careers that allow artistic creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take the test: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/whatamilike/index.shtml"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7951667-112207060374945272?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112207060374945272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112207060374945272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112207060374945272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112207060374945272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/idealist.html' title='Idealist'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112180978361657371</id><published>2005-07-19T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:07:40.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to own a darkroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's right!... me voy para Chavón durante la mayor parte de un año, entonces he decidido vender mi equipo ya que no podré usar mi querido cuarto oscuro durante ese tiempo (además de que en Chavón habrá uno y el dinero no cae mal y siempre puedo conseguir otro cuando vuelva)... asi que... a quién le interese drop a line! Aquí está lo que tiene (de la lista de cuando lo compré por eBay lo cual me libra de tener que hacerla)...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bogen X35B Enlarger w/ assessories Timer Lights &amp; more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Black and White darkroom enlarger with lots of accessories. Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you need to start working with B&amp;amp;W film (just add a room). Equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is used, but in excellent condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bogen X35B Enlarger w/instruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 Kodak Safe Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 1qt chemical bottles (empty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time-O-Lite (LP69) Electric Timer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7 Trays (2 sets of 3, plus 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vignette Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 in 1 Easel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Print Squeegee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 Focusing aids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Film Squeegee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Filter Set (#1 to #4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 Film developer tanks w/film reels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Film Clips (to hang film to dry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stir Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dust Brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kodak Projector Print Scale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watson model 100 35mm bulk film loader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basics of B&amp;W Book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kodak Master Dark Room Guide – for B&amp;amp;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....... y compré el termómetro (kodak) por otro lado en ebay&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/7951667-112180978361657371?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112180978361657371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112180978361657371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112180978361657371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112180978361657371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-wants-to-own-darkroom.html' title='Who wants to own a darkroom?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112059133584847571</id><published>2005-07-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:22:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"small talk acts as a lubricant for our daily lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-112059133584847571?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112059133584847571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112059133584847571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112059133584847571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112059133584847571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh.html' title='Oh...?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112059120359438216</id><published>2005-07-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:20:03.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Increíble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href=http://blogworkorange.blogspot.com/2005/07/cuchi-elias-wants-to-close-cinema-cafe.html&gt;Leer...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-112059120359438216?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112059120359438216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112059120359438216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112059120359438216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112059120359438216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/07/increble.html' title='Increíble'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-112016057568139871</id><published>2005-06-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:22:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is both the title of a book by Donald Norman and of the concept it represents. The main issues is that emotions have a crucial role in the human ability to understand the world, and how they learn new things. Pretty objects, seem to not only look better but also work better: whenever someones uses something he considers nice to look at or touch, he will be able to better understand it, will accept more from its errors, and will thus use it with more ease. - Wikipedia&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/7951667-112016057568139871?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/112016057568139871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=112016057568139871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112016057568139871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/112016057568139871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotional-design.html' title='Emotional Design'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111782625580753959</id><published>2005-06-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:17:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yooo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your Expression Number is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing.&lt;br /&gt; You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth.&lt;br /&gt; Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths.&lt;br /&gt; You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake.&lt;br /&gt; Operating on a different wavelength, most people don't know you that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion.&lt;br /&gt; So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations.&lt;br /&gt; You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111782625580753959?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111782625580753959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111782625580753959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111782625580753959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111782625580753959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/06/yooo.html' title='Yooo?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111765294763114176</id><published>2005-06-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:09:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué Nostalgia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visiten esta página que encontré, y sientan cómo vuelven todos esos gratos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;(haz click en el Rock-O-Loco de tu preferencia)&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/mirielles/80s.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/rocolocos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111765294763114176?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111765294763114176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111765294763114176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111765294763114176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111765294763114176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/06/qu-nostalgia.html' title='Qué Nostalgia!!!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111635949183858100</id><published>2005-05-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:51:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geezus Cripes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://gneijsel.xs4all.nl/mailgein/Street%20paintings%20(THESE%20ARE%20ALL%20FLAT%20SIDEWALKS).htm&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/7951667-111635949183858100?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111635949183858100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111635949183858100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111635949183858100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111635949183858100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/geezus-cripes.html' title='Geezus Cripes!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111634697005777282</id><published>2005-05-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:22:50.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what an online test told me about myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45%  Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are  downright strange&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;But you  mostly keep your weirdness to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111634697005777282?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111634697005777282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111634697005777282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111634697005777282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111634697005777282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-what-online-test-told-me-about.html' title='This is what an online test told me about myself....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111593165721736621</id><published>2005-05-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:00:57.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This explains a lot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you hook Jell-O up to an EEG, it registers movements almost identical to a human adult's brain waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111593165721736621?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111593165721736621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111593165721736621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111593165721736621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111593165721736621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-explains-lot.html' title='This explains a lot....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111592850575615404</id><published>2005-05-12T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:47:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware... fun little tidbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;85%&lt;/span&gt; de los hombres que pegan cuernos mueren durante el acto sexual.&lt;br /&gt;... sigan ahí, sigan ahí... todos los secretos se saben al final&lt;br /&gt;(me pregunto cuántas de esas muertes fueron resultado de la mujer encontrándolo)&lt;br /&gt;-- Claro, con esto no quito a que hayan unas cuantas mujeres desgraciaitas por ahí también --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for more fun little tidbits... go &lt;a href=http://funny2.com/facts.htm&gt;here&lt;/a&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/7951667-111592850575615404?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111592850575615404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111592850575615404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111592850575615404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111592850575615404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/beware-fun-little-tidbit_12.html' title='Beware... fun little tidbit'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111592673901091376</id><published>2005-05-12T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:45:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder where it leads to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyclondon.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nyclondon.com/pix/hallway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great b&amp;amp;w (and pinhole) photography page... click the pic for the site...&lt;br /&gt;and click &lt;a href="http://www.nyclondon.com/blog/"&gt;here for the blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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to....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111575769845754646</id><published>2005-05-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:41:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"your dreams should not be held back by corporate constraints or management myopia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111575769845754646?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111575769845754646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111575769845754646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111575769845754646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111575769845754646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111574209386542701</id><published>2005-05-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:21:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two phrases that came my way today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"compares the lotus as a symbol of the human spirit, and said it could only grow when faced with the challenges and obstacles of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As life goes on, let it go, it's going to do what it's going to do and the outcome is what you need to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesy, sure, but I'm in a cheesy mood today... and it's true nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111574209386542701?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111548392982763883</id><published>2005-05-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:03:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perfect Sonnet" - Bright Eyes  (lovely song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lately I've been wishing I had one &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;make me never want another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Something that would make it so that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; dissolve&lt;/span&gt; into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;a single second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___________________ or one foolish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all&lt;/span&gt; that you'll get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so you'll have to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I believe that lovers should be _tied_ together and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thrown into the ocean -------- in the worst of weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and --------------- left there to drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----------------- Left there to drown in their innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: right;"&gt;I read all of the pages and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is still&lt;/span&gt; no answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Only all that was before I know must soon come after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;That is the only way it can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So I stand in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Trying to spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything you've ever seen&lt;/span&gt; ------------ was just a mirror&lt;br /&gt;And you've spent your whole life ----- sweating ----- in an endless fever&lt;br /&gt;And now you are laying in a bathtub full of freezing water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wishing you were a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But once you knew a girl and you named her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But autumn came, She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't remember&lt;br /&gt;-------- where she said she was going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know that she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----------- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; ----------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'cause she left you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you don't want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're singing ---------------- I believe that lovers should be &gt;chained&lt;&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And left there to burn&lt;br /&gt;------------ Left there to burn in their arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me I'm coming to my final failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;killed myself with changes&lt;/span&gt; trying to make things better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up becoming something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;than what I had planned to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And layed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;entwined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; on a bed of clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And left there to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left there to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111548392982763883?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111548392982763883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111548392982763883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111548392982763883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111548392982763883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/05/perfect-sonnet-bright-eyes-lovely-song.html' title='&quot;Perfect Sonnet&quot; - Bright Eyes  (lovely song)'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111530187682869786</id><published>2005-05-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:04:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you about my life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/woodstock.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111530187682869786?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111418205276304662</id><published>2005-04-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:00:52.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drought Motherland</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/dryman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo, titled "The Drought Motherland", was taken in China and won the bronze price in the U.N. contest's general division. (taken from msn's "Showcase Earth" slide show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111418205276304662?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111418205276304662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111418205276304662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111418205276304662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111418205276304662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/drought-motherland.html' title='The Drought Motherland'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111409526812216273</id><published>2005-04-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T07:54:28.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the $%@???</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.humandescent.com&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;click me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/boo.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111409526812216273?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111409526812216273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111409526812216273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111409526812216273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111409526812216273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/what.html' title='What the $%@???'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111401696664515693</id><published>2005-04-20T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:09:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the time I recognize this moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone, but I will bend the light, pretending that it somehow lingered on, and I will wait to find if this will last forever. Well it won't, and it won't because it can't. It just can't. It's not supposed to, and I will wait to find if this will last forever, and I will wait to find that it won't, and I will pay no mind worried about rainy weather, and I will waste no time remaining in our lives together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something's missing, and I don't know how to fix it. Something's missing, and I don't know what it is. When Autumn comes, it doesn't ask, it just walks in where it left you last. You never know when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass, around your summer heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'All you need is love' is a lie, because we had a love, but we still said goodbye. Now we’re tired, battered fighters, and it stings when it nobody’s fault, because there's nothing to blame at the drop of a name. It’s only the air you took, and the breath you left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I called because I just need to feel you on the line. Don’t hang up this time, and I know it was me who called it over, but I still wish you'd fought me until your dying day. Don’t let me get away, because I can’t wait to figure out what’s wrong with me, so I can say 'this is the way that I used to be'. There’s no substitute for time." &lt;strong&gt;----J.M.----&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/7951667-111401696664515693?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111401696664515693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111401696664515693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111401696664515693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111401696664515693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-time-i-recognize-this-moment.html' title='By the time I recognize this moment...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111325697134541515</id><published>2005-04-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:02:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't you agree...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;'I though of that old joke, y'know, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, my brother's crazy. He thinks he's a chicken." And the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" And the guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much how I feel about relationships. Y'know, they're totally irrational and crazy and absurd and, but, uh, I guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.' - Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111325697134541515?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111325697134541515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111325697134541515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111325697134541515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111325697134541515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/wouldnt-you-agree.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t you agree...?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111299292368288135</id><published>2005-04-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:42:03.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy, eclipse híbrido de Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(tomado del Diario Libre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta tarde, a partir de las 5:18, ocurrirá un rarísimo eclipse híbrido de Sol, con la característica de anular-total-anular. Podrá apreciarse en todo el país (si las condiciones climáticas lo permiten) como un eclipse parcial, con una ocultación del disco solar que va de un 65 a un 70 por ciento. Su punto máximo será a las 6:21, culminando 34 minutos después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La sombra de la Luna recorrerá una extensa franja a lo largo del Hemisferio Sur, iniciándose como un eclipse anular desde el sureste de Nueva Zelanda, atravesando el Océano Pacífico como eclipse total e internándose finalmente en Panamá, Colombia y Venezuela, nueva vez como anular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Los eclipses híbridos se deben a que la curvatura de la superficie de la Tierra, principalmente, hace que el disco lunar no coincida con el solar en ciertas latitudes, en tanto que en otras sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El último de este tipo de eclipses ocurrió el 29 de marzo de 1987. No será sino hasta el 3 de noviembre de 2013 cuando otro eclipse híbrido se produzca, el cual será también visible para nuestro país pero al amanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &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/7951667-111299292368288135?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111299292368288135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111299292368288135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111299292368288135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111299292368288135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/hoy-eclipse-hbrido-de-sol.html' title='Hoy, eclipse híbrido de Sol'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111273578855731189</id><published>2005-04-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:16:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mañana miércoles 6 de abril...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quisqueyapark.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/osmany/quisqueya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Osmany Rodríguez / Jeannette Prats alliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111273578855731189?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111273578855731189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111273578855731189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111273578855731189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111273578855731189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/04/maana-mircoles-6-de-abril.html' title='Mañana miércoles 6 de abril...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111219984556915665</id><published>2005-03-30T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T08:28:24.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time (ayer)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...aprovechaba mi hora de almuerzo para prepararle mi famoso cheesecake a mi madrastra por su cumpleaños,... cuando usando la licuadora (que estaba llena hasta arriba) se me cayó la cuchara de plástico adentro y la vaina explotó, encima de mi y toda la cocina.... cheesecake en mi ropa, mi cabello, el techo, la nevera, todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/closeup1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/mess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111219984556915665?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111219984556915665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111219984556915665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111219984556915665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111219984556915665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/03/once-upon-time-ayer_30.html' title='Once upon a time (ayer)....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111081722421268091</id><published>2005-03-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T08:20:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the #$*! Do We Know!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Esta película suena interesante, en cuanto la encuentre la veo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot: Amanda, a divorced photographer, finds herself in a fantastic Alice-in-Wonderland experience when her daily, uninspired life literally begins to unravel, revealing the cellular, molecular and even quantum worlds which lie beneath. Guided by a Greek Chorus of leading scientists and mystics, she finds that if reality itself is not questionable, her notion of it certainly is. Stunning special effects plunge you into a world where quantum uncertainty is demonstrated - where Amanda's neurological processes, and perceptual shifts are engaged and lived - where everything is alive, and reality is changed by every thought. This film gives voice to the modern day radical souls of science, making them the true heroes of our day as they conquer and map the greatest uncharted territory yet - man's consciousness itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0006UEVQ8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111081722421268091?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111081722421268091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111081722421268091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111081722421268091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111081722421268091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-we-know.html' title='What the #$*! Do We Know!?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111056776118470494</id><published>2005-03-11T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:05:45.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpol</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no puedo dejar de escuchar esta canción ("Evil"), chequeen el video...&lt;a href="http://www.interpolny.com/video.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/interpol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111056776118470494?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111056776118470494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111056776118470494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111056776118470494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111056776118470494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/03/interpol.html' title='Interpol'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-111031622004442132</id><published>2005-03-08T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:04:56.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Flickr</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(click pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/etonnant/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/meflick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-111031622004442132?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/111031622004442132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=111031622004442132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111031622004442132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/111031622004442132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-flickr.html' title='Got a Flickr'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110968785250159096</id><published>2005-03-01T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T06:37:32.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever transcended space and time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/huck.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110968785250159096?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110968785250159096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110968785250159096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110968785250159096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110968785250159096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/03/have-you-ever-transcended-space-and.html' title='Have you ever transcended space and time?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110909439815230948</id><published>2005-02-22T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:49:17.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellybutton</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/ombligo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....yeah,... I'm bored... and I have a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110909439815230948?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110909439815230948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110909439815230948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110909439815230948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110909439815230948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/bellybutton.html' title='Bellybutton'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110908644155835391</id><published>2005-02-22T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:50:32.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Relaxers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Click to watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/musclerelax.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.big-boys.com/images/musclerelax.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110908644155835391?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110908644155835391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110908644155835391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110908644155835391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110908644155835391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/muscle-relaxers.html' title='Muscle Relaxers'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110867665149443540</id><published>2005-02-17T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:45:11.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Os_man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/Osman.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110867665149443540?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110867665149443540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110867665149443540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110867665149443540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110867665149443540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/osman.html' title='The Os_man'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110856451312448068</id><published>2005-02-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T07:40:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My scanned little notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/mkyo.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/noteb.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110856451312448068?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110856451312448068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110856451312448068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110856451312448068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110856451312448068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-scanned-little-notebook.html' title='My scanned little notebook'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110858420819276935</id><published>2005-02-16T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:05:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasar la noche con fiebre no es nada divertido</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/ahchoo.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110858420819276935?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110856868428780114</id><published>2005-02-16T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T07:45:49.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.avantel.net/%7Eeoropesa/poesia/opaz2.html"&gt;Piedra de Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(fragmento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...amar es combatir, si dos se besan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el mundo cambia, encarnan los deseos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el pensamiento encarna, brotan alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;en las espaldar del esclavo, el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;es real y tangible, el vino es vino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el pan vuelve a saber, el agua es agua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amar es combatir, es abrir puertas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dejar de ser fantasmas con un número&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a perpetua cadena condenado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por un amo sin rostro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el mundo cambia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si dos se miran y se reconocen,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Octavio Paz&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/7951667-110856868428780114?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110856868428780114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110856868428780114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110856868428780114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110856868428780114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/fragment.html' title='Fragment'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110848081838069139</id><published>2005-02-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:58:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/clothpatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/clothpattyS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/brownpat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/brownpatS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110848081838069139?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110848081838069139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110848081838069139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110848081838069139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110848081838069139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/pat.html' title='The Pat'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110849525874400275</id><published>2005-02-15T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T06:39:14.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean &amp; Yosara</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/jeanyyosara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/jeanyyosara2S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110849525874400275?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110849525874400275/comments/default' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110822521264853310</id><published>2005-02-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T08:22:04.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still I Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"... You may trod me in the very dirt&lt;br /&gt;  But still, like dust, I'll rise...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragoncubacademy.org/poetrytales3.html"&gt;Still I Rise - Maya Angelou&lt;/a&gt;&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/7951667-110822521264853310?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110822521264853310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110822521264853310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110822521264853310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110822521264853310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/still-i-rise.html' title='Still I Rise'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110821996874436255</id><published>2005-02-12T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T06:52:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are three sides to every story. My side, your side, and the truth. And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each one differently. - Robert Evans&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/7951667-110821996874436255?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110821996874436255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110821996874436255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110821996874436255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110821996874436255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/whos-right.html' title='Who&apos;s right?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110795884653260449</id><published>2005-02-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T06:20:46.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcast Star Zooms Out of Milky Way Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"An outcast star is zooming out of the Milky Way, the first ever seen escaping the galaxy, astronomers reported on Tuesday.".... &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=753&amp;amp;e=1&amp;amp;u=/nm/20050208/sc_nm/space_outcast_dc"&gt;(more)&lt;/a&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/7951667-110795884653260449?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110795884653260449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110795884653260449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110795884653260449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110795884653260449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/outcast-star-zooms-out-of-milky-way.html' title='Outcast Star Zooms Out of Milky Way Galaxy'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110789763819897530</id><published>2005-02-08T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:54:02.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the people in NY or planning on going to New York within this time period (highlight the text to read)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Work Begins on 'The Gates' Installation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Gates, Central Park, New York, 1979-2005," a temporary work, opens Saturday and will consist of 7,500, 16-foot-high gates along 23 miles of footpaths. Free-hanging, saffron-colored fabric panels will be unfurled from each gate and dangle 7 feet above ground. The 16-day installation will be in place until Feb. 27.&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;Christo and Jeanne-Claude visited the site briefly and greeted schoolchildren who were looking at some of the poles. "It's about art. It's about beauty and joy," Jeanne-Claude told the youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artists' Web site says the work "will create a visual golden river appearing and disappearing through the bare branches of the trees, highlighting the shapes of the footpaths. The luminous moving fabric will underline the organic and serpentine design of the walkways, while the rectangular poles will be a reminder of the grid pattern of the City blocks around the park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To learn more about Christo and Jeanne-Claude's work (check out "Over the River" in Works in Progress) go to: &lt;a href="http://www.christojeanneclaude.net/"&gt;http://www.christojeanneclaude.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketches and pictures of the project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/gates/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/gates/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/gates/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/gates/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/gates/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110789763819897530?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110789763819897530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110789763819897530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110789763819897530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110789763819897530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/gates.html' title='The Gates'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110735907617928160</id><published>2005-02-02T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T07:44:36.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Texto largo pero interesante... creo que a ti te va a gustar Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shantimayi.com/text/to_Love.html"&gt;"Every definition of love is only a scratch on the surface..."&lt;/a&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/7951667-110735907617928160?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110735907617928160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110735907617928160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110735907617928160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110735907617928160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-love.html' title='Love is love'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110727976032958305</id><published>2005-02-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:42:40.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two chicks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/blog/chicks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110727976032958305?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110727976032958305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110727976032958305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727976032958305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727976032958305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/two-chicks.html' title='Two chicks...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110727372738997959</id><published>2005-02-01T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:02:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/frank.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110727372738997959?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110727372738997959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110727372738997959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727372738997959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727372738997959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110727185650019600</id><published>2005-02-01T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:30:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The neverending search of the self</title><content type='html'>              &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It never ends because we are forever changing.&lt;br /&gt;Most are defined by likes and dislikes. But the things that moved us yesterday might not even produce a flutter of a wink in time. People change, dreams change, goals change (if you even know what your goal is to begin with).&lt;br /&gt;Just when you’re comfortable and knowledgeable in the person you’ve become, along comes change and throws you completely off balance.&lt;br /&gt;You cease to recognize yourself. And a whole new phase of rediscovery begins with questions like “well, who am I? what do I want? what moves me?” etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Some get worried about this sudden loss of identity.&lt;br /&gt;Others welcome it as an opportunity to mold themselves into a person they can say “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is me” with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it’s all about adaptation.&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/7951667-110727185650019600?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110727185650019600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110727185650019600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727185650019600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727185650019600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/neverending-search-of-self.html' title='The neverending search of the self'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110727003737173068</id><published>2005-02-01T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:01:19.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smelly Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were once four brothers, not unlike the others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who lived in a hand they rented to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eachone had a smell particularly theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you asked them their names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;distinctly they'd say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/smelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110727003737173068?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110727003737173068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110727003737173068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727003737173068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110727003737173068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/02/smelly-brothers.html' title='The Smelly Brothers'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110556313742962286</id><published>2005-01-12T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:55:14.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life imitates Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .... an aerial view of terraced fields in southwestern China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/VGF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110556313742962286?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110556313742962286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110556313742962286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110556313742962286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110556313742962286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-imitates-van-gogh.html' title='Life imitates Van Gogh'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110520220943135222</id><published>2005-01-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T05:20:29.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's your birthday... well, it's my birthday too, yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrea la grande celebró su cumpleaños en SoHo. Se cherchó, se bebió, etc. Súper agradable compartir con viejos amigos (notablemente ausente fue el Pablo, será mejor que tenga buena excusa). Mi cámara estuvo allí para capturarlo... calro, aquí sólo van las de Restricción-12 años, ya las demás fotos se las enviaré por e-mail a los presentes. Y como siempre, no hay nada cómo pasarla súper bien para que uno se olvide de cualquier dique crisis existencial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/an/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110520220943135222?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110520220943135222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110520220943135222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110520220943135222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110520220943135222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-say-its-your-birthday-well-its-my.html' title='You say it&apos;s your birthday... well, it&apos;s my birthday too, yeah!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110512250074312227</id><published>2005-01-07T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T08:24:32.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amazing little clip, which squeezes your heart at the same time... &lt;a href="http://www.koreus.com/files/200408/radiohead_creep.html"&gt;Go.&lt;/a&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/7951667-110512250074312227?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110512250074312227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110512250074312227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110512250074312227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110512250074312227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-creep.html' title='I&apos;m a creep'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110504317767708327</id><published>2005-01-06T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T12:32:43.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote(s) of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                - Douglas Adams&lt;/span&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/7951667-110504317767708327?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110504317767708327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110504317767708327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110504317767708327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110504317767708327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/quotes-of-day.html' title='Quote(s) of the day....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110504292860406325</id><published>2005-01-06T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T08:39:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hexstatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ninjatune.net/hexstatic/"&gt;página&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, abajo (en "View"), encontrarán unos videitos interesantes (el viejito de "Salvador" ta chulo).&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/7951667-110504292860406325?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110504292860406325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110504292860406325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110504292860406325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110504292860406325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/hexstatic.html' title='Hexstatic'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110495120321020320</id><published>2005-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:56:10.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Designers against IKEA???</title><content type='html'> 	 		"&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We are the Elite Designers. We design profound and beautiful furniture for those with wealth and taste. Which is why IKEA makes us furious livid and angry. Do their designs live, breathe and growl? Are they born from tears of pain? Do they gently touch the bottom of the human soul? Pah! Of course not, no more than weeds can attract a bee. The big blue place is odious, its affordable design is sickeningly shallow and we loathe it even more than we loathe football. Please join us in our unqualified hatred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elitedesigners.org/"&gt;Van Den Puup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/vanden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110495120321020320?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110495120321020320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110495120321020320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110495120321020320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110495120321020320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/elite-designers-against-ikea.html' title='Elite Designers against IKEA???'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110486839427511758</id><published>2005-01-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T12:27:21.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day (not a product of my own brain, but makes me think nonetheless)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Getting from one place to another quickly does not add time to our lives. What is important is being truly present wherever we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110486839427511758?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110486839427511758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110486839427511758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486839427511758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486839427511758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/thought-of-day-not-product-of-my-own.html' title='Thought of the day (not a product of my own brain, but makes me think nonetheless)'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110485656246520836</id><published>2005-01-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:57:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobletazo de películas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who'da thought:&lt;br /&gt;Fanny Brice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You could get lonesome being that free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nick Arnstein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You could get lonesome being that busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fanny Brice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Now who'd think to look at you and me and see we got the same problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunes...&lt;br /&gt;Después de un día de actividades (diligencias que quedaban por hacer, reorganizar mi habitación) y mi primera sesión de "Pilates", mi cuerpo y mente necesitaban un break... una sobredosis de comedia was just the ticket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0366551/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9aGFyb2xkIGFuZCBrdSxtYXJ8aHRtbD0xfG5tPW9u;fc=1;ft=2;fm=1"&gt;Harold &amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                    y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0357413/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9cm9uIGJ1cmd1bmR5fGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=4;fm=1"&gt;Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(la pelea entre los "News Teams" todavía me hacer reír)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110485656246520836?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110485656246520836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110485656246520836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110485656246520836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110485656246520836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/dobletazo-de-pelculas.html' title='Dobletazo de películas...'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110485541080716436</id><published>2005-01-04T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T08:21:01.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005: "If you don't know where you are going all roads lead there"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estoy ahora mismo en averiguar qué es lo que me apasiona en la vida, que sería una meta para mi.... tratando de descrifrarme y ver qué quiero y qué voy a hacer en la vida..... de esas crisis existenciales que le entran a uno, la misma que tenía para mi cumpleaños (pero... de ahí empezaron unos tiempos entremezclados entre despreocupaciones, sobresaturaciones mentales, momentos bonitos, cambios hormonales, y una serie de cosas por las cuales todavía no tengo explicación válida).&lt;br /&gt;Creo que por eso ahora me voy a poner las pilas para hacer más cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas que me gustan verdaderamente, que había ignorado durante un tiempo por falta de un no se qué en mi interior (motivación, inspiración, energía, o deseo), cómo dibujar, escribir, aprender cosas (como idiomas), enriquecer el conocimiento de mi carrera, ser más creativa, más activa, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que,.... básicamente,.... mis metas del año son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Decidir de una vez por todas que es lo que quiero hacer con mi vida y hacerlo, y "dónde"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Aprender otro idioma (sí, un año tal vez no sea suficiente tiempo, pero por lo menos empezar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Volver a continuar escribiendo "my book"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Volver a dibujar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Desarrollar más mi conocimiento fotográfico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Aprender a bailar "swing"&lt;br /&gt;- Aprender a tocar la guitarra&lt;br /&gt;- Viajar, viajar, y viajar&lt;br /&gt;- Empezar una rutina de ejercicio, y/o empezar a tomar clases de un arte marcial (kickboxing days are now too far gone)&lt;br /&gt;- Dejarme de haraganerías y comodidades&lt;br /&gt;- Trazar planes y metas, y llevarlos a cabo&lt;br /&gt;- Vencer miedos&lt;br /&gt;- Aprender a cocinar&lt;br /&gt;- Actualizar más "The Blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bue.... suficiente melodrama... a bonchear también&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/7951667-110485541080716436?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110485541080716436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110485541080716436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110485541080716436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110485541080716436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-if-you-dont-know-where-you-are.html' title='2005: &quot;If you don&apos;t know where you are going all roads lead there&quot;'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110486798944708142</id><published>2005-01-03T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:46:29.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110486798944708142?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110486798944708142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110486798944708142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486798944708142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486798944708142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110486665624134917</id><published>2004-12-23T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:24:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of OS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.exs.cx/img151/3930/77lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En la foto: Yosara, Jean, Patricia, Osmany, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Robert andaba por ahí, metido en algún lugar de Casa de Teatro. La foto la tiró Adolfo con la cámara de The Os Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué bueno ver a Osmany después de tanto tiempo, noche supercool.&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/7951667-110486665624134917?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110486665624134917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110486665624134917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486665624134917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110486665624134917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/12/were-off-to-see-wizard-wonderful.html' title='We&apos;re off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of OS!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110322063111954900</id><published>2004-11-30T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:10:31.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing? Perhaps.... Funny? Definitely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illwillpress.com/nuts.html"&gt;Woody Allen on crack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joecartoon.com/"&gt;Joe Cartoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-110322063111954900?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110322063111954900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110322063111954900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110322063111954900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110322063111954900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/11/disturbing-perhaps-funny-definitely.html' title='Disturbing? Perhaps.... Funny? Definitely!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-110321979633732129</id><published>2004-11-16T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:57:55.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulp Politicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://daemlich.net/2060"&gt;"Co-lin"? What does that name mean "Co-lin"?&lt;/a&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/7951667-110321979633732129?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/110321979633732129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=110321979633732129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110321979633732129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/110321979633732129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/11/pulp-politicians.html' title='Pulp Politicians'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109880902053548949</id><published>2004-10-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:43:40.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ver si me pongo las pilas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha pasado bastante tiempo desde mi último “blog post”. Podría citar muchas excusas (cambio de trabajo, mente en blanco, internet shopping, enanos intrusos) para explicar esta ausencia virtual, pero, al final del día, la única verdad es…. “haraganería”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eso, combinado con el delirio del cambio. Dulce cambio. Aquella bestia que provocaba tanto miedo en mí se ha convertido en mi mayor aliado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero tampoco vamos a entrar en cursilerías, que “eto e pa diversión”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así que, without further ado, let the blog-postings begin! (….again)&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/7951667-109880902053548949?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109880902053548949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109880902053548949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109880902053548949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109880902053548949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/10/ver-si-me-pongo-las-pilas.html' title='A ver si me pongo las pilas....'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109327898141231330</id><published>2004-08-23T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:40:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gte484v/wakinglife.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/waking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-109327898141231330?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109327898141231330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109327898141231330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109327898141231330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109327898141231330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/08/they-say-that-dreams-are-real-only-as.html' title='They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn&apos;t you say the same thing about life?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109327837521188405</id><published>2004-08-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:26:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que "crisis existencial" ni que ochocuarto?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me capturaron infraganti en esta foto durante las festividades de este fin de semana (por causa de mi cumpleaños):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/nutty2.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-109327837521188405?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109327837521188405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109327837521188405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109327837521188405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109327837521188405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/08/que-crisis-existencial-ni-que.html' title='Que &quot;crisis existencial&quot; ni que ochocuarto?!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109250647606933902</id><published>2004-08-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:26:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estos días previos a mi cumpleaños, me veo sumergida en un mar de preguntas: “qué hago con mi vida? qué quiero hacer con mi vida? oasis o blur? cappuccino o frappuccino?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta crisis existencial solo puede deberse a mi inminente aniversario de plata... así es, 25 añitos. Un cuarto de siglo. *Respiración profunda* Como dirían unos graciosos amigos míos: “ooohhh, qué horror!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, sí, tal vez estoy siendo un poco dramática. Pero que aburrida sería la vida sin su pizca de drama... sin ella las bromas serían la norma sin sabor que no lograrían producir siquiera una risita al estilo del muñeco “Pillsbury”...... ya saben, ese muñequito que vende pan y que al pincharle esa masita de barriga salta con un: “hiii hiii!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tantas cosas corriendo maratones por mi mente, recurriré al gran clásico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“These Days”&lt;/strong&gt; de Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out walking&lt;br /&gt;I don't do too much talking&lt;br /&gt;These days, these days.&lt;br /&gt;These days I seem to think a lot&lt;br /&gt;About the things that I forgot to do&lt;br /&gt;And all the times I had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my rambling,&lt;br /&gt;I don't do too much gambling&lt;br /&gt;These days, these days.&lt;br /&gt;These days I seem to think about&lt;br /&gt;How all the changes came about my ways&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I'll see another highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lover,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll risk another&lt;br /&gt;These days, these days.&lt;br /&gt;And if I seem to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To live the life that I have made in song&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I've been losing so long.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la, la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I won't do too much scheming&lt;br /&gt;These days, these days.&lt;br /&gt;These days I sit on corner stones&lt;br /&gt;And count the time a quarter turns to ten.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't confront me with my failures,&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgotten them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://smironne.free.fr/NICO/IMAGES/chelsea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951667-109250647606933902?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109250647606933902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109250647606933902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109250647606933902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109250647606933902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/08/these-days.html' title='These days'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951667.post-109251515028034893</id><published>2004-08-14T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T12:53:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leones, tigres y osos?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Debido a la sugerencia y profunda sabiduría del gran Osmany (The Ozman, a.k.a. The Great Wizard of Oz) he decidido sacar aquello que suena como un gas del fantasma Slimmer de los Cazafantasmas -- blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por este medio descargaré los mensajes que entorpecen el desktop de mi mente (siempre y cuando no esté perezosa).&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/7951667-109251515028034893?l=molokoscon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/feeds/109251515028034893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951667&amp;postID=109251515028034893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109251515028034893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951667/posts/default/109251515028034893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molokoscon.blogspot.com/2004/08/leones-tigres-y-osos.html' title='Leones, tigres y osos?!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425652603550896649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.geocities.com/flashclass79/pics/eyeme3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
