<?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-17210840</id><updated>2011-12-09T13:36:01.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bit of rubbish...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2292753155021949877</id><published>2011-08-04T02:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T02:48:18.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero na</title><content type='html'>La verdad es que vivir fuera de Santo Domingo le da a uno una objetividad y perspectiva que jamas tuvo en lo que vivia aqui. Por lo menos es mi caso, especificamente en cuanto a las relaciones interpersonales y hasta cierto punto la sociologia -digamos- de los circulos sociales en los que me muevo. Me explico. Yo sabia que existe un alto nivel de hipocresia (no digo que yo nunca he sido hipocrita, no tiro la primera piedra...) y chisme. Pero ultimamente me pregunto, en un mundo de dobles intenciones, motivos escondidos, circulos de amigos con lios enredaisimos, gente que se abraza un dia y se acaba mutuamente el proximo, como identificar, y mas importante aun, mantenerse rodeado de personas 'de verdad'? Por un lado, le doy gracias a Dios (supreme being, higher power, energy, whatever) de si haber encontrado personas en las que puedo confiar full, de esas con las que voy a estar bebiendome una cervecita un domingo por la tarde a los 90 anios... De esas que uno llama a las 3am y puede llorar en el telefono sin tener que siquiera explicar por que...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por otro lado, me he dado cuenta que esto de chismes y lios no es exclusivo de mi persona. Tampoco que tengo yo un nivel de narcicismo tal que me creia el Sol, sino que en verdad pone mis pasadas dificultades en perspectiva, saber que to el mundo pasa por eso. Que si fulanito te saluda como un pana y habla mierda de ti, que si fulanita se le etrallo a tu ex, etc, etc etc etc. Sin decir que estas cosas me han pasado necesariamente o tirar puyas a nadie, simplemente se me ocurre que tengo suerte. De tener la edad y madurez para valorar las cosas importantes. Para saber que ahora es que me falta saber, y que cada interaccion con mi gente es una oportunidad de seguir aprendiendo keloke. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-2292753155021949877?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2292753155021949877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2292753155021949877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2292753155021949877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2292753155021949877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2011/08/pero-na.html' title='Pero na'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1556894537391434979</id><published>2011-08-02T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:05:42.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The quest/ions</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say that, at some point, there comes a moment of enlightenment. A flash of wisdom, where part of the meaning is explained and our search has at least revealed its purpose, its goal. A point in time where we see things more clearly, and suddenly know what we need to do and how to do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In truth, finding oneself is a lot like a marriage. There may be moments of romanticism when it seems that it all makes sense, but it also takes a lot of arduous work, day by day, to make it happen. Of course, I don't mean to imply in any way that there is simply red ribbon we need to cross and win the race. On the contrary, it is quite an exciting journey every step of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wish I could shed a little more light on the subject. I ponder about this subject often. What makes me happy today? How can I live a better life, be a better person? Fill the gaps in my soul and experience, breathe, enjoy? Know that I am doing my very best... Maybe it is the questions by themselves that drive us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-1556894537391434979?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1556894537391434979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1556894537391434979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1556894537391434979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1556894537391434979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2011/08/questions.html' title='The quest/ions'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-16910074818519962</id><published>2011-03-22T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:15:45.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few months ago (last months of 2010) I found myself in a very uncertain place, which seemed like a neverending rollercoaster that had no end. Two big areas of my life (love life and job) were completely empty, with nothing signaling even a glimpse of what my future would hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems then that 2011 symbolizes a new chapter. A new job, but also a new sense of who I am, what fulfills me, what I am working towards. Getting used to this &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; thing, trying to follow my own advice and learning, tough as it is, to just &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The months flew by, and before you know it we are in Spring. Just in time, for the re birth of the Earth, and the re birth of this humble writer. So here we are, doing my best to work hard and do a good job, enjoying what Philadelphia has to offer, and trying, just trying, to put myself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-16910074818519962?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/16910074818519962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=16910074818519962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/16910074818519962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/16910074818519962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2011/03/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-5823317821861429860</id><published>2010-12-07T02:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:25:16.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent reflexiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/TP3TR8IeczI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9gYh0W_fa10/s1600/perfectman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/TP3TR8IeczI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9gYh0W_fa10/s200/perfectman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547822621143233330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dating dominicans, americans and europeans, I have started to see what are the things that I find myself needing in a mate. Some characteristics are culturally grounded, and are at the core of what it [basically] means to be from X, Y or Z. I am grossly generalizing, but I have become aware of distinct features that I'd like to find in a mate. On the one hand, there is -how the lady that does my nails at the salon here in Santo Domingo called it- "la chispa". Literally, the spark, it refers to a certain fire, desire to live fully and celebrate life. This can often be seen in dominicans, with their passion to laugh, dance and overall savor each moment in spite of the shortcomings of our piece of this island. Spontaneity, and a willingness to explore and try new things is somewhere in there as well. There is also, on the other hand, the humble and open minded traveler, who is willing to see beyond conventionalisms and absorb the world with open arms, through knowledge, culture and overall life experiences; with a willingness to embrace diversity in all its forms, while wanting to put their grain of sand in the betterment of some aspect of the World. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add a little salt in the form of the ability to be silly, and some pepper of liking cats, and i think we have found ourselves the perfect recipe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-5823317821861429860?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5823317821861429860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=5823317821861429860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5823317821861429860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5823317821861429860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/12/recent-refelxiones.html' title='Recent reflexiones'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/TP3TR8IeczI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9gYh0W_fa10/s72-c/perfectman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8900421116591443514</id><published>2010-11-15T03:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:29:22.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la isla bonita</title><content type='html'>Going home usually means many things for me, most of all positive. The island itself, of course, is amazing; but it is the people in it that are truly to be given credit for making every time I come home really feel like i'm coming 'home'. My dear friends, that make a point of spending time with me, even if we have not talked for months. My family, that lets me know how they cherish dearly every second spent with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, there is all the fun. The beach and the sun, the neverending string of bars and 'lounges' that are constantly opening, the drinking and going out seven days of the week, the dancing: everything from reggaeton at Zambra to house at Encuentro and Shakira at Switch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip, this two-week-in-Santo-Domingo-trip that I get is more than a blessing; at some point it became a necessity. Because coming home also reminds me of who I am. I am a dominican woman, latina, caribena, who is truly blessed. I have many positive qualities, and people that appreciate them; people that love me for who I am and are all about positive energy. It reminds me that I am part of an amazing family, that is incredibly loving and supportive. That, whatever I decide to do with my future or wherever I decide to go, my island will be here, with its people and its bars and its traffic jams and its palm trees and its blackouts and its absolute chaotic charm; it will be here waiting for me, willing to receive me with open arms each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8900421116591443514?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8900421116591443514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8900421116591443514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8900421116591443514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8900421116591443514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-isla-bonita.html' title='la isla bonita'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8421755674822920718</id><published>2010-10-07T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:30:55.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>I threw out the flowers today. The ones you left that day you came to get your things. Oh, and I actually put clothes in that drawer that was then empty. I feel like I have more brain space too. More time to get my shit together, do laundry and pay bills and what not. Yet, I feel the inevitable. The emptiness. The loneliness. Accompanied with the strange feeling that, you are still with me. That the things you taught me, the support you provided, the love you felt -and still feel- for me, are the things that keep me going. I feel more confident. In myself. And I hope you feel more confident in yourself now too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8421755674822920718?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8421755674822920718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8421755674822920718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8421755674822920718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8421755674822920718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/10/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8895425077897305209</id><published>2010-07-12T00:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:40:26.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el constante preguntar</title><content type='html'>And lately I ask myself the big questions... who am I? where am I going? what do I want? how do I get there? how do I know when I get there? what is missing? And yet the search is what is meaningful at the end of the day. Answers change like the wind might. I wonder if its not questions, but rather just "the" question. What? is it that i'm looking for... and the quest continues, living the day to day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8895425077897305209?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8895425077897305209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8895425077897305209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8895425077897305209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8895425077897305209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-constante-preguntar.html' title='el constante preguntar'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2607543564777652418</id><published>2010-05-03T01:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:09:51.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>literally</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry. I want me some real food for once. but it's more than thaT. I'm hungry for knowledge, for culture, for experiences. for books, for trainings. Im hungry for love. For hugs. i'm hungry for meaning, for energy, for peace. I'm hungry for confidence. for you. i want to feed myself; now let me get that midnight snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-2607543564777652418?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2607543564777652418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2607543564777652418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2607543564777652418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2607543564777652418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/05/literally.html' title='literally'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3781207454319352590</id><published>2010-03-08T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:05:27.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arroz con habichuelas</title><content type='html'>If listening to Juan Luis Guerra while I'm washing dishes doesn't mean i'm homesick, then I don't know what does. Getting Facebook invites to Sandra Collins in Praia and the 809K anniversary with Josh Wink certainly don't help. I have latin american spanish speaking co workers, I can get mangu con cebolla from delivery from El Principe and I can buy Presidente at the corner store... but of course it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more proud of our Independence Day, and there was no Carnaval Vegano to attend... not that I ever went when I was living back home, but now, all of a sudden, it feels like I missed the biggest bash of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here, and it's getting warmer. God, how my mood improves when it's warm! Taking the bus seems like no big deal... Of course, it takes a full blown winter and 3 crazy snow storms to recognize... what if I could have beautiful, 85 degree weather all year? Oh wait, I could!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months is too long to wait to taste the saltwater in my mouth while we drive down El Malecon. Too long to see my friends, to chit chat with my grandmother because we really don't know how much longer she'll be around, and to take my then 12 (!) year old sister to eat ice cream, because she still behaves like a little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to New York, which is the closest to my home island I can get, to see if I can get back some of my Dominican energy. To speak incredibly fast spanish splashed with our unique slang of Ke lo kes, Cuentames and No Jodas'. And trust me dear, you make me forget for days at a time that I miss those rivers and mountains and beaches and salt lakes and mini deserts... But let's face it, it's not easy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3781207454319352590?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3781207454319352590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3781207454319352590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3781207454319352590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3781207454319352590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-listening-to-juan-luis-guerra-while.html' title='Arroz con habichuelas'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7193943221847321552</id><published>2010-03-07T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:56:17.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the (beautiful) truth</title><content type='html'>Ok, kids. Listen up. Here's today's life lesson: The more you can say "I love me", the easier it is to say "I love you". That is, the more you are able to love yourself, the more effortless everything from a first date to the ever famous "I do" becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it seems like all the advice is geared towards "how to get the guy", "what the rules of [the game] are", and so on and so forth. A little enhancement of our social common sense doesn't hurt, but why does finding our soulmate need to be our focus? This advice of focusing on yourself that I am now giving is nothing new; we have heard it many times before in different ways, "no one will like you if you don't like yourself", etc. It seems like the advice we're usually given sounds so vague, and even worse, there are also many mixed messages. "Why is such a pretty girl like you single? When are you getting married?" etc. Focusing on finding a partner &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt;, alas, help you find a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you do? Find yourself. And how may you do that? Of course, there are a million and one ways of being happier with who you are, boosting your self esteem, etc., but I'll take a crack at it from my own recent experience. You know that thing that you've always wanted to do but have never dared to try? Well, now is a great time. Shell the extra cash for a few sessions with a personal trainer, join the Book Club at work, buy a French cooking book and try out some recipes, learn how to play the guitar, etc. No one expects you to be an athele or a chef, but try different things that you may just end up enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: goals. What are yours? Define them. Break them down. Do a small step. Make a phone call. There is no harm in finding out when the portuguese classes are offered. Or maybe you want to get your Master's? Talk to people that already have done it and ask how they did it. Not a saver but would love to buy a house? Buy Personal Finance for Dummies and start putting away 10 dollars a week. Every bit counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, treat yourself as you would someone else. Willing to stay late at work to explain to your co worker the new contract? Willing to drive at 10pm to save your stranded friend? Could spend hours researching something online for your boyfriend's article? Do the same for yourself. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Oh, by the way, all this stuff actually still applies even if you're currently commited!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treat yourself well. Learn to be assertive and say no. Know that, sometimes, you does actually come first. Think of what you want. There will be moments when even an inner bitch will be useful. Most of all, recognize the qualities you have and the small moments of success. Well deserved indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7193943221847321552?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7193943221847321552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7193943221847321552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7193943221847321552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7193943221847321552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-truth.html' title='the (beautiful) truth'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7080233913499628002</id><published>2010-03-02T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:35:31.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuerpo, mente y corazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've commented in this blog before regarding having balance. Not too much, not too little. Not too soon, not too late. Not submissive nor aggresive; that sort of thing. But lately a different kind of balance comes to mind. Mind, heart and body. I use my mind and even heart so much. I'm at work thinking all day; figuring out the best way to help my clients, while also being invested in their treatment with emotions. In my personal life, it seems emotions are the ones that get the workout: I try to be honest, open about how I feel, even with myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how about body? True, I like dancing, but besides the odd night out every few weeks to dance, or dancing merengue while I'm washing the dishes, it was somewhat neglected. I've started going the gym (yes, me, lazy ass at the gym!) and I really don't know what I'm doing, but I like it. It's a new adventure, something related to the much needed self care we therapists need so badly. I get on that eliptical for a little while, and then go and try and figure out what machine I know how to do that I didn't do yesterday. Some ab work, back strectch. I mean, last night I got the best sleep ever after the gym! It makes me feel good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;intend this to be a get healthy post. Well, not completely. I'm just saying, ask yourself in what area you are lacking. Grab a book, stop bottling up all the feelings, take a walk outside. Balance yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7080233913499628002?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7080233913499628002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7080233913499628002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7080233913499628002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7080233913499628002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuerpo-mente-y-corazon.html' title='Cuerpo, mente y corazon'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3564260022461234203</id><published>2010-01-07T02:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:23:28.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday gifts</title><content type='html'>We always hear how people are ultimately happier giving than receiving. I understand the joy of giving. I try to make it my way of life, to help, to listen, to calm, to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, too much of a good thing can't be good. Where are the boundaries? The eternal "woman problem" of worrying about everyone else and forgetting herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping for me seems so natural. Almost like it is what I am supposed to be doing. It fills me with joy in my everyday life, it gives me fuel to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's also the other coin: receiving too much. The typical "narcissist". And alas, we find that the key is in the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it so hard for me to receive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me your trust, your smiles, your sweet words. And yet I continue to have difficulty receiving. Silly to doubt that I am deserving, and yet true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me accept. Absorb. Believe. And be proud. Of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3564260022461234203?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3564260022461234203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3564260022461234203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3564260022461234203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3564260022461234203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-gifts.html' title='holiday gifts'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4887480161093420384</id><published>2009-10-23T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:52:07.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fear of... success?</title><content type='html'>In this case, of success in a relationship. All those years of crap, disappointment, struggles, mistakes... and now I have this. I have you and I have now. Things are going great, at the right pace, with the right exchange of words and carinio. Your actions more than your words even let me know that you are there for me, and that we are giving this thing a try. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be real?&lt;/span&gt; It's almost like a daydream, and someone is gonna slap me and it's going to be over. Almost like if I don't hear from you, don't see you, you'll disappear into thin air. And it's not perfect. I mean, I keep having the usual daily struggles, job insecurity, stress, plans, to do list etc. etc... my life continues as usual. And yet, spending a night watching you play Quizzo (because I didn't know not even one of those answers) and joking about how our team is called "Donde Pollo?" (because I live across the street... get it! hehe) and having you try to sleep but end up coming back to embrace me in your arms... *sigh* please, please please i hope it lasts! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4887480161093420384?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4887480161093420384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4887480161093420384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4887480161093420384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4887480161093420384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/10/fear-of-success.html' title='fear of... success?'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3435316599574616218</id><published>2009-09-13T02:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:07:11.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the writer in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it feels like i'm writing some sort of paperback self help book when I read back to entries of the blog. Reading even further, I used to write poems, short stories. I'd like to go back to that... we'll be making some efforts, and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to find the long lost calmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to reach the short term goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to entertain the idea of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to keep going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to improve at every step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to give it your all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to trust even if you've been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to never stop trying; never stop learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never stop believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to try again, and carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3435316599574616218?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3435316599574616218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3435316599574616218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3435316599574616218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3435316599574616218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/writer-in-me.html' title='the writer in me'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1848242950869294453</id><published>2009-08-26T22:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:18:58.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maPs/mixed siGnals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SpXr5Rx4PJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6JK7T-uQdnc/s1600-h/mixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SpXr5Rx4PJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6JK7T-uQdnc/s200/mixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374461099594235026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have to tell you something. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;" . for a second, she held her heart in her hand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he hesitated&lt;/span&gt;. looked at her with... sadness even. "im scared to admit something like that... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different day, in a different context and separate conversation, she noted "you know, my patience is like petroleum. you think it's always gonna be there, but someday we'll be depending on f*ing solar power. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's just gonna end&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-1848242950869294453?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1848242950869294453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1848242950869294453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1848242950869294453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1848242950869294453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/08/mapsmixed-signals.html' title='maPs/mixed siGnals'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SpXr5Rx4PJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6JK7T-uQdnc/s72-c/mixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8057354833448281054</id><published>2009-06-19T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:58:25.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funny how time flies...</title><content type='html'>A serendipitous first meeting. Talk talk talk... within a seductive, yet comfortable buzz. a tavern, a mexican place. A pool in the suburbs, art festivals, plays. Endless politically incorrect jokes... that every once in a while make me so angry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to tickle you&lt;/span&gt;. Making me a part of your life... your secrets, your fears. My dramatic crisis filled with tears at your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;For one weekend, it seems over. [Don't call me]. A second pseudo coincidence that, with a little push, again makes us closer. Clouds of doubt that slowly fade. Pieces of a past not forgotten, but that no longer interfere.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo hablo&lt;/span&gt;", you say, proud of having learned your limited fragments of spanish. I can't help noticing your million and one faces, your million and one freckles... i trace them like I would trace with my finger the stars of a constellation in the brightest of nights.&lt;br /&gt;Your cat knows me. My apartment recognizes you. I'm amused by all the points of convergence, as well as the thousand and one things we emphatically disagree on. Sci-fi, you say? No way! I have to smile. There is me. There is you. And there is the us where we are intertwined... smart conversations, humor, passion. All wrapped up with a hint of carino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" something happens and i'm head over heels. i never find out, till im head over heels. something happens ... don't take my heart, don't break my heart... don't throw it away"&lt;br /&gt;-Tears for Fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8057354833448281054?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8057354833448281054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8057354833448281054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8057354833448281054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8057354833448281054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-how-time-flies.html' title='funny how time flies...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1299635840006183494</id><published>2009-04-21T00:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:19:06.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>to let go... to move on... only 2 posts ago i wrote about this, seems like a recurring theme in my life this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are creatures of habit, and we have a tendency to drag things on, even if they are not in our best interest. i see clients that could give drastic examples of being in a situation much too long... and yet, is it so hard to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask my clients to change this, do that, practice this, remember that... when i can't even manage to wake up at the time i'm supposed to every morning, after years and years of being embarrasingly late everywhere i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know i can sum up a simple solution, in a paragraph, in a blog. in a book or a poem even. i guess the questions are important. because i am one of those creatures of habit, who has a lot to learn still about what or who to hang on to... and who or when to let go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-1299635840006183494?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1299635840006183494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1299635840006183494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1299635840006183494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1299635840006183494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7405470505454677025</id><published>2009-03-10T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:35:22.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SbcjXYbgyDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dP7d7eHErFw/s1600-h/Optimism_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SbcjXYbgyDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dP7d7eHErFw/s200/Optimism_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311753170108598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog usually follows my life. What's going on in it, and the latest life lesson.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The fun thing about a blog following my growth as a person, is that there is one&lt;/span&gt;. A growth, that is. And it's not that things get easier (putting for a second aside the fact that i live a ridiculously privileged life). It's that somehow, my "toolbox for handling life crap" gets better equipped, more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things that have helped me a lot along the way. Weeding out the people that make me cry more than they make me smile... learning to be closer and find emotional (not just financial) support on my family... working hard doing what i love and getting closer to what i want... remembering how important my own health is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And who can forget&lt;/span&gt;, giving strangers sincere compliments... keeping up with such a small thing as cleaning my room and paying my bills on time... appreciating the small things in life... and being honest. With myself and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person needs to find their own to do's, their own ways to live a fulfilling life with the cards that we're each dealt with. I think I'm doing ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7405470505454677025?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7405470505454677025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7405470505454677025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7405470505454677025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7405470505454677025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SbcjXYbgyDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dP7d7eHErFw/s72-c/Optimism_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1195645282702685591</id><published>2009-01-28T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:12:37.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Flow</title><content type='html'>At risk of starting this post in a very cliche way, I have to say that change is a part of our lives. This, I believe, I have always known. Of course, accepting change is a lot harder for some people than others, particularly when we are so absorbed in our way of life that it is difficult to see beyond it and impossible to imagine it as any less. Kind of like people couldn't be taken out of the Matrix after a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still learning how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; come and go. Even family isn't as stable as the Latino community might think. I have always had my friends way up there in the priorities totem pole, in the space they occupy in my heart. And, even more than that, I've always had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of trouble letting go. If you hurt me in any way, I will forgive one time too many, even and specially, if it is undeserved. Long after you've forgotten me or let go of me, you still pop in my mind from time to time. And I'm not talking about any one person in particular. I can think of examples that quickly come to mind, (that secret friendship that consisted of phone conversations, the person that helped me discover Nouvelle Vague, the person that showed me how to do grocery shopping, the one i ran into at the Art Garage etc.) The funny thing is that why do I keep holding on to these people, who most obviously (for whatever reason) don't want me as part of their lives any longer?&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if i won't keep on meeting people. There are still quite a few stable friendships, and ones that all of a sudden grow from acquaintances to all time favorites. So I shall -and we should all- keep working on that. Accepting the flow. Of how people come and go. What we learn, what they teach us, and even what we teach ourselves in the process. That it goes on, that we go on, that there is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flow; &lt;/span&gt;and that as there are "The End"s, we will also find many new beginnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-1195645282702685591?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1195645282702685591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1195645282702685591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1195645282702685591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1195645282702685591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-flow.html' title='El Flow'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-272378068497133345</id><published>2009-01-19T02:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:37:26.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>Life comes at you- fast. Before you know it, everything is changing and you're not even sure how you got there. Lately I feel more grown up than ever. Full time job, in an apartment by myself, making an effort to not be late with my bills (and umm not being very succesful at it). Figuring things out with the first serious relationship (so to speak) I've ever had; at least, the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt; relationship I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have more reasons to be scared; I could not have more reasons to be happy. My support system couldn't actually be better: close friends, family, amazing boyfriend. And I am hesitant to face the Big Bad World, and yet I am facing it. Day by day my life unravels in rewarding yet unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to think how, sometimes, I look myself in the mirror and wonder how nobody else sees the little girl that I see looking back at me. Almost like part of me just refuses to grow up. But who said that's a bad thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-272378068497133345?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/272378068497133345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=272378068497133345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/272378068497133345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/272378068497133345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3454844611294928448</id><published>2008-11-22T01:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:03:52.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold winter ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SSegtEkHzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/vPYzja4RU5o/s1600-h/Winter_by_marquis73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SSegtEkHzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/vPYzja4RU5o/s200/Winter_by_marquis73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271358585040260114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was hit with a pretty big blow. It is highly likely I won't be able to go home to the Dominican until September 2009. No Christmas with my family, no showing my boyfriend my home city (who was going on a 24 hour trip for this!), no going on weekends to amazing beaches or sharing New Year's eve with friend. No seeing four (FOUR) of my best friends in the world, whom i haven't seen in months, or simply gossiping with our driver. No days of laundry, cleaning and cooking done by someone else, or going into a club and knowing everybody. Or checking in with past teachers to tell them how great I'm doing, or just spending my days lying by the pool in my backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to work something out at this point but... i've never been away from home more than,5-6 months tops. It's been almost 7 months now, and I was really thinking that no matter how much pressure, stress, etc. everything's ok because i'm spending Christmas with my family and New Year's with my boyfriend, in my home town. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also extremely recent, and I am so thankful for my supportive parents, who happen to be in town this weekend. I'm trying to think about it, maybe I'll go to New York more often... but... who am I spending Christmas with?? My sister is 10 years old, and she recently told me she remembers the day i'm 'going home'... December 10th. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man. Fuck this... Fuck american bureocracy... ok no more cursing heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to the point where I might end up turning to a Higher Power. But let's not turn this into some cheesy "please god let things be ok post". Oops. It already did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3454844611294928448?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3454844611294928448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3454844611294928448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3454844611294928448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3454844611294928448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-winter-ahead.html' title='Cold winter ahead'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SSegtEkHzBI/AAAAAAAAADs/vPYzja4RU5o/s72-c/Winter_by_marquis73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7830167545499877870</id><published>2008-10-17T19:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:19:03.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SPkdTCtKvGI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-I5V9ZMWSM/s1600-h/The_Present_by_apocalyptic666.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258266252912802914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SPkdTCtKvGI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-I5V9ZMWSM/s320/The_Present_by_apocalyptic666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know I'm not alone when I say that, a considerable amount of our energy goes to past moments or things to be. Ahora, I am not saying there is anything wrong with reminiscing in the happy moments we spent in our childhood home, or how much fun we had at our higschool prom; tampoco estoy diciendo that it's wrong to have goals, plan for our future and figure out the steps for what we want to do- on the contrary, i encourage such thoughts. The problem is when we are drowned in replaying over and over (and, furthermore, uselessly) things that have already happened, or when we spend all our time worrying about the mortgage, the phone bill, the noisy neighbors, etc. It can be a constant overflow of worrying, of repeteadly having the exact same things occupy our minds, day and night. A minimal -and note I say &lt;em&gt;minimal-&lt;/em&gt; amount of worries and stress allow our survival in the world (god forbid we forget to pay our phone bill and be sin comunicacion alguna), but somewhere in that whirlwind of worries and thoughts, we loose the now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exactly what the now is might seem obvious, but, is it? When was the last time you payed attention to the now? Noticed how what you are eating tastes, instead of mindleslly watching TV while you eat? Noticed how much you appreciate that your family is there for you? Noticed the sublime peacefulness of the light coming thru the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's not necesary to be poetic in order to pay more attention to the Now. A common example is how we spend all week waiting for the weekend, while we spend 65% of our lives in a working weekday. Should we be miserable in expecting that famous "TGIF"? Wouldn't life be that much more enjoyable if we were more present to notice the little things happening all around us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Given, we can't be expected to be present all the time. Sometimes it helps to distract ourselves and get immersed in the lives of TV's fictional characters. But try it. Take a deep breath into the fall air, and pay just a little attention to right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7830167545499877870?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7830167545499877870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7830167545499877870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7830167545499877870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7830167545499877870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/10/now.html' title='The Now'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SPkdTCtKvGI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-I5V9ZMWSM/s72-c/The_Present_by_apocalyptic666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4066513797920584630</id><published>2008-10-08T00:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:49:47.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpts from a letter to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SOw5iKHExOI/AAAAAAAAADc/mwzwrjPlyRI/s1600-h/numb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638124226888930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SOw5iKHExOI/AAAAAAAAADc/mwzwrjPlyRI/s320/numb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i havent been doing great lately... all i do is think about eating and watch shows and movies... i have so many things (responsabilities) going on right now... paper do, resume, applying for job permit, applying for job, big dissertation equivalent... and my car was hit and and... its not that these issues are out of ordinary life troubles, i just feel like all im doing is numbing myself so i dont have to deal with anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk to my parents every once in a while but part of me feels that im going at this alone... its very weird to come to my empty apartment every day and i think i just keep trying to make myself forget that.. i dont know whats up with me lately like that. im in a funk where i cant stand to do what i need to do every day... i just wanna crawl into bed all day and go home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;im always last minute, im always avoiding reality some how and worrying about food and lack of friends cuz everybodys all over the freakin globe or whatever... but lately its just worse than usual and if i dont get my shit together im gonna loose opportunities over bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just... you know. its all new and scary and i dont wanna wait anymore to see you and i dont wanna graduate because i dont know whats gonna happen and its silly but some how this silliness is getting ahold of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4066513797920584630?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4066513797920584630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4066513797920584630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4066513797920584630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4066513797920584630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/10/excerpts-from-letter-to-you.html' title='excerpts from a letter to you'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SOw5iKHExOI/AAAAAAAAADc/mwzwrjPlyRI/s72-c/numb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-9028528724653071772</id><published>2008-09-15T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:04:02.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul under construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SM6jL0eBE4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7sJ-xrPqlCc/s1600-h/Under_Construction_by_luijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246310039391638402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="233" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SM6jL0eBE4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7sJ-xrPqlCc/s200/Under_Construction_by_luijo.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-will return soon-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(p.s. la foto es de un dominicano, ~luijo en deviantart.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-9028528724653071772?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/9028528724653071772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=9028528724653071772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/9028528724653071772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/9028528724653071772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/09/soul-under-construction.html' title='Soul under construction'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SM6jL0eBE4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7sJ-xrPqlCc/s72-c/Under_Construction_by_luijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7034337713633224228</id><published>2008-06-23T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:46:06.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioritizing</title><content type='html'>Yay or nay. This or that. Sometimes I wonder if other people have as much trouble prioritizing as I do. Health is a big thing, right? Eat right, exercise, finish up the paperwork for your health insurance already... or is it? It's almost counterintuitive to say, but for a really long time now -and specially the last few weeks/months- it's almost like health has been at the bottom of my list. And it's not that I don't eat healthy or make an effort here and there... but nothing consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about school? School is a priority. Do I read for my Cognitive Behavioral Therapy class or do I finish researching on Asian Americans for my Multicultural class? Getting a head start on the weekends has been good to do lately, but not enough. I'm not sure if I've ever had this amount of coursework, coupled with so many other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about internship? Do I have all the information I need to help my clients? What psychological model am I working under? What manuals do I need to apply for this patient? How can I better help that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And relationships. Friends. Hobbies. Even housework! And finances. Do I spend more time cooking (and thus, spending less money) or do I just forget about that and go jogging (which gives me more energy and makes me feel good about myself) or should I forget about that and study (which helps me in class and internship, and reduces the probability i'll stress out about having to do it later)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in there, there is me. Something as simple as taking the time to wash my hair and get it pretty. Taking off that color off your nails finally, because they look awful already. Watching a movie I enjoy. Etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up figuring it out day by day. Making decisions moment by moment. I'm sure I don't make the best decisions a lotof the time, but somehow I manage. To turn in my papers (barely) on time. To do an (overall) good job with helping my clients. To stay awake when I'm tired!! To take care of myself. To have good relationships with my friends and my family. The question is... how do I do it? I'm still not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7034337713633224228?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7034337713633224228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7034337713633224228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7034337713633224228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7034337713633224228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/06/prioritizing.html' title='Prioritizing'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-6858386751598654548</id><published>2008-05-23T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:47:43.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDdlp_mjYuI/AAAAAAAAACE/ulsIqH1j4zU/s1600-h/pink+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDdlp_mjYuI/AAAAAAAAACE/ulsIqH1j4zU/s200/pink+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203739666572075746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I consider myself a hopeless romantic. Yet, today, between washing the dishes and making myself a salad, it occurred to me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't think i've ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;. i tried to think of guys that stood out and were significant in my life. let's see. my first boyfriend... i was almost clinically depressed the months after we broke up; but no, that wasn't love. maybe if we go further back, when I was a freshman in highschool. no wait, that was years of infatuation (he still makes me nervous). how about, my second boyfriend, maybe? i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; liked him. but no. not love either. maybe, mister bugles? or mister mole? i mean, they are pretty recent, and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;care about them a lot, and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; think about them sometimes (which is what happens when you have dates walking around philly, and some streets just remind you of those dates)... but no. no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;love there for them, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so could it be... i mean, my favorite movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; 'love, actually'. not that that has to do anything with this particular pseudo-philosophical rambling of mine. so i'm full of love, full of caring, always there for people, i have more than one friend i would almost give my life for, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my family tons... but.. but.. oh well. i will admit it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have never been in love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-6858386751598654548?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6858386751598654548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=6858386751598654548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/6858386751598654548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/6858386751598654548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/05/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDdlp_mjYuI/AAAAAAAAACE/ulsIqH1j4zU/s72-c/pink+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1412530226587564956</id><published>2008-04-09T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:59:57.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La vaina esa</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente, por casualidad de lavida, me han mandado par de forwards de cosas 'al estilo dominicano'.  Aparte de eso oi un reguetton (un remake de un 'hit' gringo) que me dio ma risa quel diablo. Fui, aparte de, aun salon dominicano en Latinolandia de Philly (aunque eso es una historia pa otro dia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El punto, que nosotros tenemos ese sentido del humor... esa forma tan peculiar de hablar... o sea... no no no ... im so proud of being dominican. es demasiado la verda. Aqui un copy paste de mi horoscopo a la dominicana. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 102);" lang="ES-DO"&gt;Sagitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 102);" lang="ES-DO"&gt;Como Sagitario con visión de futuro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no como los thundercats&lt;/span&gt;, sino en el pensamiento, el signo nocturno del zodíaco, bares, discotecas, bailadera, vagabundearía, Etripel. Se te considera el más inspirado de los signos porque sientes la necesidad de entender el sentido de la vida, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo creo que tu ta loco&lt;/span&gt;, pero Walter dice que no, pero bueh, no voy a entrar en detalles. También eres el signo más movio, muchos te consideran medio puto, pero es solo que te gusta la libertad. Júpiter, el planeta de la suerte y el entretenimiento, rige Sagitario y trae confianza y felicidad a la vida. Este planeta también está asociado con las creencias espirituales de las personas y con la filosofía, cosa así como fen-chui y cosas chinas como esas. Sagitario es el tercer signo de fuego. La influencia del fuego es como una vela en un apagón que ilumina el camino hacia el conocimiento y la sabiduría. Tú siempre caminas por el camino de la verdad y tratas de ser sincero con todos aunque les pique. Sagitario es un signo cambiable, lo que te convierte en alguien con facilidad para ser comunicador y enseñar, así que mira a ver si llevas par de curriculum a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al programa Yanna Espectacular&lt;/span&gt; a ver que te sale. Tienes una habilidad natural para analizar con profundidad temas de federes científicos y religiosos, por eso, crees que tu misión es contribuir al mundo con tus conocimientos. Uno de tus puntos fuertes, Es que lo que te propones lo alcanzas, ahí no hay tu tia con esa vaina, donde pones el ojo pones la bala. Como &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu siempre ta happy&lt;/span&gt;, eso te abre muchas puertas y siempre llegan buenas oportunidades. Eres directo, sincero y contentón, lo que te convierte en un amigo, amante y compañero de trabajo muy humano y amigable. Jeje. Como es natural, también tienes puntos débiles; debido a tu disposición, en muchas ocasiones, tienes la cabeza en las nubes y te cojen de péndejo (*EHEM*) También como no te gusta caer en ser hipócrita das una opinión tan clara y incuestionable que impones tu 'verdad' sobre los demás. No toleras las vainas que te limitan y te pones mas inquieto quel fuiche… entonces te vuelves desesperante y a cualquiera le dan ganas de entrarte a pecoza (jeje, claro k no! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;P.S. For the most part, ta bastante accurate. Me sorprendi, full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-1412530226587564956?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1412530226587564956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1412530226587564956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1412530226587564956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1412530226587564956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-vaina-esa.html' title='La vaina esa'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4173577162110009434</id><published>2008-03-31T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:30:36.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy does it</title><content type='html'>Mi vida, ultimamente, es mas pasantia que otra cosa. Internship. Como parte de mi maestria, que es mitad psychology y mitad counseling (y otro dia podemos explicar la diferencia, pero e casi lo mimo!), tengo que "trabajar" un semestre y 1 anio. En total, 700 horas. Pongo trabajar entre comillas porque por mas que me mate no me pagan. Todo es "experiencia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, "trabajo" en un sitio que es Community Mental Health, basicamente un agency que van gente low class mayormente (que no es pobre, aqui la gente no sabe lo k es vivir bajo un puente) y middle tambien. Hago de todo un poco, porque decidi que le iba a sacar provecho a la baina. Una de estas cosas es participar de co-terapeuta en un grupo de Dual Diagnosis; esto significa que son personas con una adiccion (o recuperandose de ella) que tambien tienen un mental disorder, digase depresion, bipolar, esquizofrenia, etc. Voy al grupo dos veces a la semana, y los viernes voy con ellos a la reunion de Alcoholicos Anonimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habia ido a reuniones antes, una de Narcoticos Anonimos, una de Hijos de Alcoholicos y la de AA. Estas reuniones en verdad me sorprenden mucho. Yo, personalmente, creo que AA no es la unica solucion para personas que son alcoholicos o recovering alcoholics. Pero si es un &lt;em&gt;tool&lt;/em&gt; bien valioso. Las reglas establecidas para los grupos, de confidencialidad, cortesia y honestidad, crean el ambiente para reuniones en que las personas &lt;em&gt;bear their souls. &lt;/em&gt;Donde los nuevecitos nos cuentan sus &lt;em&gt;struggles, &lt;/em&gt;mientras los veteranos comparten su sabiduria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que mas me gusta de las reuniones es que las personas trabajan con problemas mas generales de la vida diaria, y muchos de los slogans de AA son aplicables a todos, alcoholicos o adictos en recuperacion o no. &lt;strong&gt;One day at a time&lt;/strong&gt; es uno de mis favoritos, ya que la mayoria de nuestras preocupaciones, por lo que paso o por lo que vendra, son de cosas que estan fuera de nuestro control. Cada dia en el grupo se lee el "Green card", que tiene consejos como "solo por hoy sere cortes" y "solo por hoy leere algo para aprender algo nuevo y util". Cada vez le pongo atencion como si fuera la primera vez, y siento que cada vez se me hace un poco mas facil. Easy does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4173577162110009434?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4173577162110009434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4173577162110009434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4173577162110009434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4173577162110009434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/03/easy-does-it.html' title='Easy does it'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4199607838455624623</id><published>2008-02-22T00:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:41:54.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more time i gave out my number&lt;br /&gt;Two more laughs, one big smile inside&lt;br /&gt;One more hug, one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;One more 12 hour date&lt;br /&gt;Endless more conversations&lt;br /&gt;One more hope&lt;br /&gt;Several more butterflies in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;One more heart beating really fast&lt;br /&gt;One more day i kept staring at my phone. Waiting&lt;br /&gt;One more time I was fooled.&lt;br /&gt;Last time.&lt;br /&gt;No more things happening so fast&lt;br /&gt;No more believing every word&lt;br /&gt;No more giving so much of me.&lt;br /&gt;Last time. No more.&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/17210840-4199607838455624623?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4199607838455624623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4199607838455624623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4199607838455624623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4199607838455624623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/02/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3787491708750814306</id><published>2008-02-16T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:03:10.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pendulum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will not lose my essence. God knows it would take unfathomable circumstances for that to happen. But I do need to go the oposite way. Be reserved. Be independent. Be a bitch. Be disorientingly organized. This might be the only way to finally find balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3787491708750814306?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3787491708750814306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3787491708750814306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3787491708750814306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3787491708750814306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/02/pendulum.html' title='Pendulum'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-898848705028287022</id><published>2007-12-13T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:31:01.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Dark Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although it may be temporary. Very temporary. For a few seconds, minutes. Maybe hours. Only a few hours. Although it will be OK in the morning. A part of me knows it will be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;someTimes i feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;empty, hOllow, guilTy, enviOus, pessimistiC, sad, neGative... loOking for a Piece that's &lt;strong&gt;missinG&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/17210840-898848705028287022?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/898848705028287022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=898848705028287022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/898848705028287022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/898848705028287022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/12/dark-side.html' title='the Dark Side'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-5578740351981584566</id><published>2007-12-06T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:34:04.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/R1zPYalt2oI/AAAAAAAAABw/VdTHhreE4S4/s1600-h/Change_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142212892911590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/R1zPYalt2oI/AAAAAAAAABw/VdTHhreE4S4/s200/Change_by_gilad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;La temperatura esta en los negativos y esta nevando. Las lucecitas de Navidad estan por doquier, y el calendario dice que pronto voy a cumplir anios tambien. Parece mentira. Pero el semestre ya termina. Tengo que poner todo en orden a ver como es que me voy a hacer el semestre que viene ahora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivo en un apartamento en la ciudad, cojo la guagua para ir al trabajo (donde no me pagan!) y ya estoy viendo un total de 5 pacientes. Tuve una situacion recientemente (refierase a los beatles) y la maneje de una manera mejor de lo que lo hubiera hecho hace solo 1 anio. Con mas calma y mas madurez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recuerdo esta epoca hace 12 meses, y me parece como un recuerdo lejano. Normalmente uno dice como, diablo, ya es Navidad de nuevo, me acuerdo de la pasada como si fuera ayer". Pero ese no es el caso. En verdad me parece como una realidad muy lejana, un recuerdo grato. Lo que pasa es que, me siento como que tantas cosas han cambiado. Tengo mas responsabilidades, apartamento propio, como estoy en la ciudad me manejo de manera mas independiente y camino y cojo tren y guagua pa to lo lao... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have so many things to look forward to. So many plans. So many possibilities. And I will do my best to keep growing, keep improving. Every day is a challenge, and I'll do my best to face it with a smile.&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/17210840-5578740351981584566?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5578740351981584566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=5578740351981584566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5578740351981584566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5578740351981584566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/12/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch ch ch changes'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/R1zPYalt2oI/AAAAAAAAABw/VdTHhreE4S4/s72-c/Change_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8578494433000232709</id><published>2007-11-25T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:39:40.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired. I'm so tired. I don't know how much more I can do this. Things can be so fucking fragile. Just when you think everything is going so great... te duermes en tus laureles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear to God, next time I start dating someone, the only person I'm telling is my shrink. And maybe my roomate; heck, she lives with me, can't help not noticing. Pero this time... this time fue diferente. Y reaccione mejor que other times. Maybe because he actually got the guts come and tell me que volvio con la ex. Que vive en la Florida. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y le dije a todo el mundo. Even to my parents. Aaaaaaall about him. Le informe a mis amigas de Europa. Por fin me busque un gringo. Pa no tener mas lios with that long distance crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he was great. And sweet. Y detallista. Y super mega into me. Or so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, he didn't appreciate the Beatles. "It's all the same" he said. That second, I should've known. I can't be with someone that doesn't appreciate the Beatles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8578494433000232709?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8578494433000232709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8578494433000232709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8578494433000232709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8578494433000232709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/11/beatles.html' title='The Beatles'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2620420357680045525</id><published>2007-10-08T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:58:36.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticias Inusuales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La verdad que uno ve muchas cosas en el paisito... yo en mi hora de comer me pongo a leer el periodico online. Muchas veces veo articulos que digo "que bien" o "que barbaros" y se me ocurre ponerlos por aqui para compartirlos. Sin embargo esta vez me dije, " ive GOT to put that in my blog!". Esto es, simplemente, *el colmo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 de Octubre del 2007, 7:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diputada agredió a funcionaria en las narices de todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openWin(" f="147&amp;amp;article=122939&amp;amp;photo=2D94CB69-57E7-472F-B67E-F01F84561CC7','','width=200,height=200');&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santo Domingo. Lucy Rodríguez se recupera en su residencia de las lesiones sufridas el 18 de septiembre, cuando fue agredida la diputada Lethi Vásquez Castillo y Yanet de la Rosa Medina, ésta última asistente y hermana de la también diputada Yuderka de la Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Con un cuello ortopédico y un cabestrillo para contener las molestias en el costado izquierdo y el cuello, revela que un asistente, un funcionario de la Cámara de Diputados y un militar no pudieron contener la furia de la legisladora, los golpes y sus imprecaciones.&lt;br /&gt;El escándalo ha estremecido el Congreso y legisladores de todos los partidos se han interesado sobre la evolución de Luz del Socorro de la Rosa Rodríguez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La hermana de Yuderka de la Rosa es la que baja con la hermana de Lethi Vásquez a almorzar”, dijo la víctima durante una entrevista con DL. Reveló que la diputada por la provincia de Santo Domingo salió de la sesión que se celebraba ese día, bajó a cometer el hecho y posteriormente se reintegró al pleno donde se debatían proyectos de leyes y, según le informaron, manifestó en el hemiciclo que tenía las manos hinchadas de los golpes que le había dado.&lt;br /&gt;Su hermana le dijo a Lethi que no agrediera a Lucy, pero la legisladora la amenazó y le mandó callarse.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Rodríguez, encargada del restaurante de la Cámara de Diputados, manifiesta que desconocía que quien iba a almorzar sin autorización al restaurante era hermana de la legisladora, de lo cual se enteró cuando ésta se presentó a su oficina para agredirla.&lt;br /&gt;El restaurante brinda almuerzo a 178 diputados y a los empleados de la Cámara de Diputados, que lo hacen en otro lugar ubicado en el quinto nivel del Congreso. El restaurante está en la primera planta. Los comensales diarios en ese poder del Estado son unas 500 personas, entre funcionarios y empleados.&lt;br /&gt;Rodríguez comenta que por razones de seguridad no se permite que personas ajenas al Congreso y que no sean autorizadas almuercen en el restaurante donde acuden los diputados.&lt;br /&gt;“Algunas veces a uno se le hace cuesta arriba decirle que no a una persona que va en busca de un plato de comida, pero cuando esa persona se hace reincidente o lleva más personas, que fue el caso de la hermana de la diputada Yuderka de la Rosa, entonces ahí se le llama la atención”, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Rodríguez manifestó que hacía una semana le había hablado a Yanet sobre el ingreso de personas extrañas al lugar donde almuerzan los legisladores y le sugirió que fuera ella sola, pero que no obtemperó al llamado.&lt;br /&gt;“Y me llevó a otra persona, que resulta ser la hermana de Lethi Vásquez, pero que yo desconocía esa condición”, dijo.&lt;br /&gt;Con la mujer, cuyo nombre dijo desconocer, argumentó que tenía una autorización del presidente de la Cámara de Diputados, aunque no presentó el documento al que aludía.&lt;br /&gt;Rodríguez dice que su superior le manifestó que las mujeres carecían de autorización para ser comensales en el restaurante, aunque por esa día se procedió a permitirles el almuerzo, para lo cual envió a una persona a buscar la autorizaciones con su asistente para que se sentaran en el comedor.&lt;br /&gt;“Entonces yo me voy a mi oficina. Inmediatamente, aun mandándoles a decir rápidamente que se acomodaran, lo que hacen es que van a mi oficina y comienzan a reclamarme”, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Agregó que le informaron que la diputada Vásquez estaba tocando en la puerta de hierro de entrada por el lado lateral del parqueo y dio instrucciones para que abrieran.&lt;br /&gt;Según lo narrado, no se imaginaba que su calvario comenzaría con un bombardeo de palabras obscenas, seguidas con fuertes golpes que le provocaron lesiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Inmediatamente entra violentamente, pone seguro a la puerta y comienza a insultarme y a preguntarme que qué me pasaba con su hermana: le respondí que no me pasaba nada porque yo no sabía ni siquiera que era su hermana”, agrega.&lt;br /&gt;Rodríguez asegura que le explicó que lo único que le pidió fue la autorización para almorzar, porque ella debe rendir cuenta de eso.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Entonces me dijo: 'Tú vas a saber ahora mismo y ahí me voló encima y comienza a propinarme golpes&lt;/strong&gt;'”. Según sus palabras, un militar intercedió y no pudo detenerla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“El militar que estaba ahí inmediatamente busca por un ladito, se deslizó y se metió al medio, pero ella agarró al militar, por los dos brazos y lo sienta de golpe en una silla”, señaló.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Rodríguez dijo que la diputada por Santo Domingo le advirtió al militar que si se involucraba en el problema debía atenerse a las consecuencias y al parecer temió ante la expresión por tratarse de una legisladora.&lt;br /&gt;“Pero no obstante me sigue golpeando y viene el funcionario y se para y le dice: 'Pero Lethi, yo no te conozco, no hagas eso porque eso te perjudica', y ella lo agarra a él y lo estrella contra la pared y lo sienta y lo amenaza con el dedo índice”, señala.&lt;br /&gt;Sostiene que el último golpe le lastimó el tímpano del oído izquierdo, pero nunca respondió en el mismo terreno que la diputada, su compañera del PLD.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la diputada terminó fue relevada por la hermana de la también diputada Yuderka de la Rosa. Rodríguez afirmó que primero ésta la insultó.&lt;br /&gt;Empleados del restaurante se asomaron a la puerta a ver lo que parecía un espectáculo. “Entonces está el coronel, el coronel ha entrado (no quiso revelar el nombre), está parado, prácticamente pegado conmigo, entonces es cuando la hermana de Yuderka me propina el golpe en la cabeza, gracias a Dios no tengo rotura de cráneo, pero sí estoy muy lastimada”, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, el coronel encargado de la seguridad sacó a la agresora del lugar hacia el pasillo y en medio de una crisis nerviosa, además de destruir una mesa y sus copas, propinó una galleta a un guardia que la estaba agarrando.&lt;br /&gt;Solidaridad&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Rodríguez agradece el gesto de solidaridad que han tenido los diputados con ella, los cuales se han interesado sobre cómo evoluciona su salud.&lt;br /&gt;Reveló que ha recibido llamadas del presidente de la Cámara de Diputados, Julio César Valentín, legisladores del PLD, el PRD y el PRSC y otros partidos.&lt;br /&gt;Médicos la atendieron de emergencia en el lugar, a donde acudió un legista y posteriormente fue referida a una clínica para ser sometida a tratamiento.&lt;br /&gt;Justicia&lt;br /&gt;Rodríguez espera que se haga justicia en su caso, pues advirtió a la legisladora que la golpeaba sobre las consecuencias de sus actos y ella desoyó su consejo.&lt;br /&gt;La querella en contra de la diputada fue radicada por ante la Procuraduría General, a través de su abogado Jorge Eligio Méndez Pérez.&lt;br /&gt;“Creo que lo más lógico es que las autoridades competentes tomen cartas en el asunto, porque la inmunidad no significa impunidad, en este caso”, dijo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que esto no ocurra con otra persona y menos que la acción provenga de un legislador.&lt;br /&gt;La diputada peledeísta Vásquez Castillo rehúye conversar del incidente con DL, que insistentemente ha tratado de obtener una reacción sobre el caso. La legisladora tampoco responde llamadas telefónicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-2620420357680045525?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2620420357680045525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2620420357680045525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2620420357680045525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2620420357680045525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/10/noticias-inusuales.html' title='Noticias Inusuales'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2815477233948865883</id><published>2007-09-29T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:14:44.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv8UdtAn_SI/AAAAAAAAABo/lKJpwj5MxKg/s1600-h/Guinevere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv8UdtAn_SI/AAAAAAAAABo/lKJpwj5MxKg/s200/Guinevere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115830202247150882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"After wandering along the lane for two hours, giving way to every variety of thought, re-considering events, determining probabilities, and reconciling herself, as well as she could to a change so sudden and so important, fatigue, and a recollection of her long absence, made her at length return home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- Jane Austen (excerpt from "Pride and Prejudice")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/17210840-2815477233948865883?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2815477233948865883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2815477233948865883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2815477233948865883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2815477233948865883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv8UdtAn_SI/AAAAAAAAABo/lKJpwj5MxKg/s72-c/Guinevere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2118601558843493995</id><published>2007-09-29T01:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:42:54.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and they all lived happily ever after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv3lttAn_RI/AAAAAAAAABg/PZqkQrKjVv8/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv3lttAn_RI/AAAAAAAAABg/PZqkQrKjVv8/s320/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115497325101841682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet&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/17210840-2118601558843493995?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2118601558843493995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2118601558843493995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2118601558843493995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2118601558843493995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-they-all-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='and they all lived happily ever after...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Rv3lttAn_RI/AAAAAAAAABg/PZqkQrKjVv8/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7051695710597168078</id><published>2007-09-21T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:46:55.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly, but surely</title><content type='html'>it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;it lifts me up, and knocks me down.&lt;br /&gt;it helps me breathe, it chokes me.&lt;br /&gt;it's my thrill, it's my worries.&lt;br /&gt;it's my joy, it's my pain.&lt;br /&gt;it's my highest joy; it's my only pain.&lt;br /&gt;it helps me come to life each day.&lt;br /&gt;it kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7051695710597168078?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7051695710597168078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7051695710597168078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7051695710597168078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7051695710597168078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/09/slowly-but-surely.html' title='slowly, but surely'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2707533686223905920</id><published>2007-09-07T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:56:57.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I am slowly letting myself be swallowed by the unknown. Entering unknown waters. Wondering if I can swim at all. Jumping blindly off a building. But wait. Who said anything about jumping? Not yet. More like strolling into the depths of the forest, not knowing where this turn will take me next. And I keep telling myself to enjoy the view, God damn it. After all, it seems like an interesting forest. But I've walked these trails before; or have I? But I've learned how to swim before, or have I? But I've always wanted to make the jump... do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-2707533686223905920?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2707533686223905920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2707533686223905920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2707533686223905920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2707533686223905920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4738675205782438544</id><published>2007-08-31T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:29:37.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants about breakfast</title><content type='html'>I was grounded for a while. I accepted the reality that was upon us. Easily. Calmly. I blame you for the moment when that changed; eventhough I know who I should actually blame. When it was most unexpected, I started building them. Those castles. That sit ontop of clouds. So fragile. So unnecesary. Made long before their time. Because, castles need good, solid... [real] foundations. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teach me to do this&lt;/span&gt;. Teach me to live the day to day without having so many worries and making so many plans. If anyone, I know you can teach me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4738675205782438544?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4738675205782438544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4738675205782438544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4738675205782438544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4738675205782438544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/08/rants-about-breakfast.html' title='Rants about breakfast'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-5320811584608735360</id><published>2007-07-28T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:49:49.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all of a sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy te borre. Te borre y me alegro. No por la accion en si, sino por los motivos detras de ella. Porque me di cuenta que no te necesito. Que mis razones eran absurdas. Que te hacia un amigo? Por que te perdonaba una y otra vez; por que me lo negaba una y otra vez. No es que te borre por completo. Es que, no hay otra forma de decirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te necesito&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/17210840-5320811584608735360?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5320811584608735360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=5320811584608735360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5320811584608735360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5320811584608735360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-of-sudden.html' title='all of a sudden'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4891137576206649067</id><published>2007-07-24T21:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:24:55.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>Why do I always try so hard. Put myself out there. Make that extra effort. Hasta el punto de sofocar. [...] It's all with good intentions behind... Does it scare people away? Maybe. Put me in a vulnerable position? For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i learned anything from the last time I visited the home land, is that the people that really care... are there no matter what. Aunque tenga 6 meses que no oigo de ellos. Aunque no los tenga en Facebook o me hablen por Gmail chat. They're there. Y cuando yo vaya a Santo Domingo y los llame, they'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a *true friends* radar, or pick and choose though... Es un overall attitude. Like, yo soy la que tengo que make that effort i was talking about. And yeah, some effort is always necesary. Pero deja que el otro haga su parte. As one of my favorite bands puts it... "Let it be".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4891137576206649067?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4891137576206649067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4891137576206649067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4891137576206649067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4891137576206649067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/07/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7772806887686408701</id><published>2007-07-20T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:40:15.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sad and pathetically</title><content type='html'>*facebook* takes up most of my online time. Junto a Messenger y Gmail. (jejeje) Life is good and busy. Hopefully my hiatus will end shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7772806887686408701?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7772806887686408701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7772806887686408701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7772806887686408701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7772806887686408701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-sad-and-pathetically.html' title='Very sad and pathetically'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-7135155826074584095</id><published>2007-06-13T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:32:27.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past and the Could-Have-Beens</title><content type='html'>In my neverending self-exploratory quest, I have come to the realization that a big chunk of my time and energy is spent dwelling on the past and the things -and relationships- that could have been. Los amigos perdidos, los errores (y la inevitable culpa que viene con ellos), los momentos en que mi vida &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; taken x turn... What is the point of this? Could my energy be not better spent in the present, in appreciating what I have now, in making my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; a better one?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/02/lesson.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y otro que anda por ahi talk a bit about the fact that there's no room for guilt and sometimes i wish that i would practice what I preach more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro detalle is how hard it seems to be to let go of what my life used to be y aceptar que ya no vivo alla, y tengo que concentrarme on what I'm doing here. Claro, keeping in touch with the people I care about is important, especialmente my parents que se estan quejando lately que I only talk "business" with them jeje. Pero ya estoy settled enough with my life here que puedo decir que vivo en Philadelphia, y visito DR. It's been like this for a while pero for some reason I am yet to feel 100% this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's embrace the present. Because the past is done with and the future is uncertain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-7135155826074584095?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7135155826074584095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=7135155826074584095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7135155826074584095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/7135155826074584095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-and-could-have-beens.html' title='The Past and the Could-Have-Beens'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8301533102662545726</id><published>2007-06-05T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:38:51.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going on in my head with the usual ramblings, complaints and puzzling attitude towards the opposite sex, llega un obvio pero rarely stated fact: i spend too much time con dichas preocupaciones. Hoy, para mi clase de Career Counseling, tenia que llenar uno de esos tests vocacionales. And the whole class got me thinking, God, is this really what I wanna do? Of course it is! It's what I've been wanting to do since I was 12 years old. Pero siento como que me faltan todavía tantas cosas que descubrir de mí misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching and defining... who I am, what I like, what I want... so much to find out, so much to accomplish. Should be more than enough to fill my plate for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a more fun note, we had to make a list of "daydream jobs". Las cosas que queríamos hacer cuando eramos carajitos, y después ya mas mayorcitos en el colegio. La idea es ver cómo elementos de esos "daydream jobs" han persistido por nuestras vidas. Yo siempre he querido ser escritora. Y actriz. Y en 6to quería ser abogada. It was fun because I ended up writing, directing and staring in a play que era un juicio. I had so much fun I'll never forget that venture! And if you notice, it includes all of the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hice teatro en el colegio up until senior year of highschool. Loved that. Y lo de escribir... well, I wouldn't call my blogger ramblings a serious attempt at continuing my writing interests. Maybe a way to not lose practice... not forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora aquí estoy, metida de lleno en esto de Psicología. Lo que te das cuenta es que ser un "Psicólogo" en la forma cliché es solo una de las mil cosas que puedes hacer. Counseling, Marriage Family Therapist, working with Severe Mental Illness (la gente que está hospitalizada), Substance Abuse Counselor, doing Research. Que si te sacas el PhD, que si quieres mas lo de Clinical y haces el PsyD, que si con la Maestria puedes hacer lo que quieres... es medio lioso en sí. Al menos estoy segura que I like to help people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8301533102662545726?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8301533102662545726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8301533102662545726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8301533102662545726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8301533102662545726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3340997491622454091</id><published>2007-05-23T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:27:09.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it's been a while since i've been inspired to write in the blog. Lo de naked en verdad quede orgullosa de lo bien que transmití todo lo que estaba pasando por mi cabeza. Pero la verdad es que he perdido ese ímpetu, esa inspiración... para escribir en el blog. Quizá me acostumbré a tener cierto estándar relativo a lo que publicaba, pero decidí que es mejor publicar cualquier mierda que me venga a la cabeza, as long as I post it. I mean, para no perder la costumbre por lo menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ultimamente cada día es una oportunidad de tener una nueva (y mejor) perspectiva de las cosas. Siglo con mis eternas reflexiones, pero me gusta pensar que esta vez something is actually changing in my life. Lo que me ha llevado a pensar en esa búsqueda cliché, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;la búsqueda de la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y me di cuenta que (bueno, esto podría parecerles obvio, pero nunca lo había pensado así), felicidad no es estar de buen humor todo el tiempo. Nisiquiera consiste por completo en poder disfrutar de las pequeñas cosas (aunque esto definitivamente ayuda!) o de saber reírse de sí mismo. Es reinventarte. Adaptarte. Aprender. Reflexionar. Mejorar. Es un proceso constante que dura toda la vida, donde chin a chin vas identificando cosas (que controlas) y que puedes hacer de una manera, quizá similar o completamente diferente, pero que será mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro, podría hacerme millonaria escribiendo un self-help book de todas las cosas que considero entran en juego al momento de ser feliz (cha ching, hehe). Pero creo que ser flexible consigo mismo y admitir que you are not always right, y que there's always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalmente, this time in Gringolandia has been a time of struggles and fights with demons from the past, of things I didn't completely leave behind and of all I have found here. Y también de muchos cambios, de relapses, de retrocesos, y también de progreso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en un momento de mi vida en el que creo que cada día puedo ser mejor, y la vida también puede ser cada día mejor. Estoy aprendiendo muchísimo (de psicología, de mí misma y de la vida) y sé que en verdad ahora es que falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3340997491622454091?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3340997491622454091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3340997491622454091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3340997491622454091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3340997491622454091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/05/amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-71266976832274500</id><published>2007-04-29T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:02:50.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RjQz0OKZlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bgt-L-ZZA_I/s1600-h/naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RjQz0OKZlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bgt-L-ZZA_I/s320/naked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058725253691839858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;I’m happy. I’m sad. I’m satisfied. There is so much more I can do. I thoughtful and logic; I’m completely impulsive. Balance is the goal. How do I get to the goal?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;Question my basic assumptions. Make my faulty logic crumble. Am I going too CBT on myself? I think I’ve probably done too much of the psychodynamic stuff. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;What are my basic assumptions? I belittle myself. The honor is mine, when I’m with someone. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;I treat myself as a child. The impulsivity. Not being responsible for my actions. The impatience. I want attention. Now. This is unhealthy. It makes impossible my original goal. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;The priviledge is THEIRS. I can have the world at my feet.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;Ask for what I want. Put myself as a priority. You can choose. You’re a wonderful person that can choose. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;Every day is an opportunity.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;I want something else. What do I want? It’s normal to want to be part of a high socioeconomic circle. But, why is this important?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;Why is who I am not enough? Learn to know that it is more than enough. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;People say you are beautiful. You don’t need pretty dresses, high profile clothes or guys to tell you this to know this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;People say you are smart. Why don't you believe them? It's just luck, you tell yourself. You could have done better. Why didn't you try harder? The class was easy. The teacher wasn't a hard grader. It's just luck. &lt;b&gt;It's not luck&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, you procrastinate. But you work your ass off. They have told you you are smart all your life. Maybe believing them wouldn't be too bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;You are a nice. Yet that doesn't seem to be enough. You are too nice. But it's ok. Just be careful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Typewriter;"&gt;Break the assumptions. What was that makeup ad? Because I'm worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-71266976832274500?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/71266976832274500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=71266976832274500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/71266976832274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/71266976832274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/04/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RjQz0OKZlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bgt-L-ZZA_I/s72-c/naked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-4876937920369469788</id><published>2007-03-18T09:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:21:50.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never read this, but i still wanna say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i miss you *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-4876937920369469788?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4876937920369469788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=4876937920369469788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4876937920369469788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/4876937920369469788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/03/youll-never-read-this-but-i-still-wanna.html' title='You&apos;ll never read this, but i still wanna say...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-225697772189683848</id><published>2007-03-16T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:12:57.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio mil informando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RfoZK6qiAcI/AAAAAAAAABM/COeb1t6aJRA/s1600-h/not+loser+friendly.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RfoZK6qiAcI/AAAAAAAAABM/COeb1t6aJRA/s320/not+loser+friendly.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042370408131723714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por si no lo sabian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-225697772189683848?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/225697772189683848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=225697772189683848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/225697772189683848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/225697772189683848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/03/radio-mil-informando.html' title='Radio mil informando'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RfoZK6qiAcI/AAAAAAAAABM/COeb1t6aJRA/s72-c/not+loser+friendly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-562540991889780171</id><published>2007-03-15T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:15:34.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rompiendo record</title><content type='html'>De tiempo que no escribo, that is. No se si es que aqui me mantengo mas ocupada, o que simplemente se me ha ido -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;digamos de manera temporal&lt;/span&gt;- las ganas de escribir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poniendo al publico en general al tanto de mis ultimas andanzas, debo contarles que me fui de &lt;em&gt;Spring Break&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;digase la semana de vacaciones que le dan a uno aqui en Gringolandia a la mitad del cuatrimestre Enero/Abril&lt;/span&gt;- para España. This is more or less how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por alla por Octubre del 2006 mi amiga Loly (que se acababa de ir a hacer su maestria en Valencia, ciudad a 3 horas al sur de Barcelona) me dice que la visite. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yo me lo tome muy en serio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, y par de semanas despues compre el round trip paya! En lo que se averiguaba, resulta que conocia un paqueton de gente en Barcelona, asi que dije que mejor lo divido entre las dos ciudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viaje se me hizo larguisimo, pero cuando pise suelo español, fue como que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WOW&lt;/span&gt;, I cant believe it!! En Barcelona hice mas fiesteo que turisteo -jeje-, pero me estaba quedando en un apartamento en el mismito centro, y bueno, me lleve el olor y sabor de la ciudad... una impresion bastante completa, diria yo. Esta ciudad europea &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tiene un &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; diferente&lt;/span&gt;, la gente como que lo coje mas suave, la ciudad es mas limpia, mas organizada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro dias despues tomaba un tren hacia Valencia. Me emocione mucho de juntarme con mi amiga que no veia desde antes de venir paca, pa Philly. En total (entre dos amigas que viven con ella, y la prima de otra que estaba de vacaciones tambien) eramos 5 dominicanas! &lt;strong&gt;Hay papa!&lt;/strong&gt; jejeje. Comida casera (por que como sabran, yo no cocino!). Aqui si hice turisteo, me empape de la fiesta tipica, Las Fallas. Relajamos muchisimo con un grupo de españoles... que si en DR se dice de tal manera... que como asi, un 'chin'. Entre intercambiar slang y &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;enseñarles como se baila merengue, salsa y bachata&lt;/span&gt;, fue todo un acontecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me junte con mucha gente diferente, y hasta conoci gente en el eterno viaje de avion. En general, me lleve tal impresion de calidez, de open mind, de chill, de jovialidad... tanto de la gente como de la ciudad. Por un instante, al volver aqui me pregunte por que, por que acabe en Gringolandia... y claro, claro que se lo que hago aqui. Pero por una fraccion de segundo, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me prometi que volveria&lt;/span&gt;... que aquella experiencia era digna de repetirse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-562540991889780171?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/562540991889780171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=562540991889780171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/562540991889780171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/562540991889780171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/03/rompiendo-record.html' title='Rompiendo record'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-5387966801127119430</id><published>2007-02-10T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:08:35.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friolandia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I realized I've been complaining a lot lately del maldito frio yada yada. Pues, a spark hit me today. And I start the *good things* about living in Gringolandia, specifically weather wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;El hielo se hace diunavez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. And I mean, diunavez! Puse la hielera thingie con agua en el freezer, and like an hour later, BAM. En DR uno tiene k esperar hasta el otro dia casi pa k se haga hielo men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ice cream doesn't melt instantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Al contrario, hay k metelo en el microonda un chin pa k se ponga comestible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Uno no anda brilloso y sudoroso all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Pero, y como? Si la unica manera de sudar es haciendo ejercicio.. y um... other things (usually indoors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;No hay que tar tan atento de estar en forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I mean, con tanta baina que uno se tira encima, how is anyone gonna see that beer belly anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;It brings people closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Que mejor forma de huirle al frio, que abrazando a otra persona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cuando por fin llega el calor, se aprecia mas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo se que to el mundo se ta muriendo de un solo calor en el paisito. Pero por dios, disfrutenlo, que ete frio e una cosa seria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-5387966801127119430?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5387966801127119430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=5387966801127119430&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5387966801127119430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/5387966801127119430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/02/friolandia.html' title='Friolandia'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-1819360980024039410</id><published>2007-02-04T04:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:51:22.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnnie Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The illusion of moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;The reality of staying put.&lt;br /&gt;The hopelessness of staying put.&lt;br /&gt;The realization that optimism will come.&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is here.&lt;br /&gt;Progress is real.&lt;br /&gt;Worries are... unsubstantiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;Learn.&lt;br /&gt;Accept.&lt;br /&gt;Grow.&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just keep on walkin...&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/17210840-1819360980024039410?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1819360980024039410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=1819360980024039410&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1819360980024039410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/1819360980024039410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/02/dewars.html' title='Johnnie Walker'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-2659305302747375436</id><published>2007-01-18T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:14:26.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muchacha pero vamos a conseguirte un novio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Ra_w7yitHQI/AAAAAAAAABA/I1_dxmLy-Sc/s1600-h/single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021497019511676162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Ra_w7yitHQI/AAAAAAAAABA/I1_dxmLy-Sc/s320/single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After some serious pondering, I decided to tackle the issue of being a single woman. Por un lado, estoy consciente de la idea de que es uno mismo que tiene que estar comodo con la idea. Porque rayos, si no te sientes bien contigo mismo, que crees, que estar con otra persona va a arreglar este problema? Pues resulta, lamentablemente, que no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por otro lado, la gente/sociedad no ayuda para nada. Tengo como 2 anios y medio soltera, y es imposible yo saber cuantas veces la gente me ha mirado con incredulidad al enterarse de mi status. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lo he oido todo&lt;/span&gt;. "Es tu decision, verdad?" "Como va a ser, una muchacha bonita, inteligente..." "Tu vera, que pronto aparece alguien". Like being single is some sort of sin, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;some sort of disease&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No voy a negar que de vez en cuando, jangueando con panas that are currently with their other half, me da cosita. Ganas de tener alguien ahi, some sort of stability, someone to cuddle with. Pero la triste realidad es que, muchisimas personas, luego de estar en una relacion, no tienen la felicidad que pensaron les llegaria automaticamente. Hay muchas variables que influyen en que uno este happy y tranquilo en una relacion.&lt;/strong&gt; En eso no nos vamos a meter ahora&lt;strong&gt;. El punto es que te miran de tal forma cuando uno esta soltero, que cualquiera pensaria que beeing with someone is comparable to hitting the jackpot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Asi que para todos aquellos que se preocupan por mi (tias, abuelas y demas familiares aside), les digo que dejen eso. Ahora mismo entiendo que estoy mejor asi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mi hermanita se lo perdono que me pregunte cuando me voy a casar. Hey, she's only 8 years old. But for the rest of you, pl-eez. Give it a rest. No tengo el estres de tener una relacion a larga distancia (que yeah, may or may not work, pero muchas veces sigue siendo un estres). Tengo amigos alla en DR, aqui en Philly. I go out, I have fun. I even focus on my studies once in a while. Thus, for time being, im very much at peace with my current &lt;em&gt;status&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-2659305302747375436?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2659305302747375436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=2659305302747375436&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2659305302747375436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/2659305302747375436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/01/muchacha-pero-vamos-conseguirte-un.html' title='Muchacha pero vamos a conseguirte un novio...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/Ra_w7yitHQI/AAAAAAAAABA/I1_dxmLy-Sc/s72-c/single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-206884843724990070</id><published>2007-01-10T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:21:46.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esto es un excerpt, o como se diga, de un libro que lei recientemente. Aunque el pedazo que transcribo a continuacion es pretty much about the definition of quality sex, es solo una partecita del libro que me gusto, y no es el tema central de la obra. Su estilo me encanta. It's intellectually stimulating, y al mismo tiempo funky and pretty much philosophical enough to keep you both hooked and entertained. Les presento paginas 107 y 108 de "Still Life With Woodpecker", de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tom Robbins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is an excerpt, or however you say it, of a book I read recently. Even though the part im transcribing is pretty much about the definition of quality sex, it's just a little part of the book that I liked, and is not the main theme of the book. I love his style. It's intellectually stimulating, and at the same time funky and pretty much philosophical enough to keep you both hooked and entertained. I present to you pages 107 and 108 of "Still Life with Woodpecker", by &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tom Robbins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is lovemaking that is bad for a person, just as there is eating that is bad. That boysenberry cream pie from the Thrift-E Mart may appear inviting, may, in fact, cause all nine hundred taste buds to carol from the tongue, but in the end, the sugars, the additives, the empty calories clog arteries, disrupt cells, generate fat, and rot teeth. Even potentially nourishing foods can be improperly prepared. There are wrong combinations and improper preparations in sex as well. Yes, one must prepare for a fuck-the way an enlightened priest prepares to celebrate mass, the way a great matador prepares for the ring: with intensification, with purification, with a conscious summoning of sacred power. And even that won't work if the ingredients are poorly matched: oyesters are delectable, so are strawberries, but mashed together... (?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RaWUB9El67I/AAAAAAAAAA0/clngFSawPxg/s1600-h/Passion_by_sanregre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018580121068891058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RaWUB9El67I/AAAAAAAAAA0/clngFSawPxg/s320/Passion_by_sanregre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every nutritious sexual recipe calls for at least a pinch of love, and the fucks that rate four-star rankings from both gourmets and health-food nuts use cupfuls. Not that sex should be regarded as therapeutic or to be taken for medicinal purposes-only a dullard would hang such a millstone around the nibbled neck of a lay-but to approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and wihout warmth is to dine night after night in erotic greasy spoons. In time, one's palate will become insensitive, one will suffer (without knowing it) emotional malnutrition, the skin of the soul will fester with scurvy, the teeth of the heart will decay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Neither duration nor proclamation of commitment is necessarilythe measure-there are ephemereal explosions of passion between strangers that make more erotic sense than many lengthy marriages, there are one-night stands in Jersey City more glorious than six-months affairs in Paris- but finally there is a commitment, however brief; a purity, however threatened; a vulnerability, however concealed; a generosity of spirit, however marbled with need; an honest &lt;em&gt;caring, &lt;/em&gt;however singed by lust, that must be present if couplings are to be salubrious and not slow poison. Having consumed for years only junk-food sex (some of it undeniably finger-licking good), Princess Leigh-Cheri was now the recipient, in abundance, of both lusciousness and nourishment, and needless to say, it was agreeing with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-206884843724990070?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/206884843724990070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=206884843724990070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/206884843724990070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/206884843724990070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2007/01/caring.html' title='Caring'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RaWUB9El67I/AAAAAAAAAA0/clngFSawPxg/s72-c/Passion_by_sanregre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-3630335454270347048</id><published>2006-12-21T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:15:25.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the 80's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 80's temperature, that is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's a hell of a ride, I'll tell ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pues el pasado lunes fue *JAPI BERDEI TU MIIII* :D Just 22. alla me dicen k soy una bebe. aqui que toy vieja :) el jueves... party hardy en Philly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RYoXe6c0RPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PZJcWJ3ZHRE/s1600-h/bday22cut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010843355256734962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RYoXe6c0RPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PZJcWJ3ZHRE/s320/bday22cut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depue el viernes... Miami baby! and umm yeah... **gOod times**  depue llegue aqui el domingo... depue k se atraso el vuelo like 6 hours... !@#@$%^&amp;%$&lt;br /&gt;y ya na pq a la 12 to el mundo pa su casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el lune paca! (the real bday heh) y lo taco ma bueno de la bolita... k kedan ahi todavia hehe... so many good vibes... :D y depue shakira... k nina vua deci... se paso full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hoy... cine... &lt;sister bonding!&gt;   Eragon... i (l) that movie!! y umm picked up my wife.. y de ahi pa blanc.. ehem... y cinema cafe :D ok im sleepy now... but yeah... ME TOY AJOGANDO DEL CALOR... jesusantisimo... thank god im home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-3630335454270347048?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3630335454270347048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=3630335454270347048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3630335454270347048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/3630335454270347048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-in-80s.html' title='life in the 80&apos;s...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RYoXe6c0RPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PZJcWJ3ZHRE/s72-c/bday22cut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-6054070530835016055</id><published>2006-12-12T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:11:15.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>droplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX98lO9oDVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Kkq9ZLitTyc/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX98lO9oDVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Kkq9ZLitTyc/s320/shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007858289772858706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nostalgic droplets of water falling down my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tiles that show themselves like a kaleidoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vapor that rises to surround it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cleaning the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Breathing deeply, taking it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Letting the water burn your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Breathing deeply, almost like it's a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Melancholy and optimism... changing within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Feeling so vulnerable, reflecting in the nude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Taking a moment to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Taking a moment to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Letting the present surround it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pure sensations and just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cleaning the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-6054070530835016055?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6054070530835016055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=6054070530835016055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/6054070530835016055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/6054070530835016055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/12/droplets.html' title='droplets'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX98lO9oDVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Kkq9ZLitTyc/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-8919743893386468443</id><published>2006-12-12T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:13:40.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX9vte9oDTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZwrbIJJqDM/s1600-h/pupu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX9vte9oDTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZwrbIJJqDM/s400/pupu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007844137855618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-8919743893386468443?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8919743893386468443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=8919743893386468443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8919743893386468443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/8919743893386468443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainbow-bright.html' title='rainbow bright'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/RX9vte9oDTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZwrbIJJqDM/s72-c/pupu3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116569058922338186</id><published>2006-12-09T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:56:29.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>il fait froid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/1600/255552/baby_its_cold_outside_by_Qthelights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/320/894803/baby_its_cold_outside_by_Qthelights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"ahora es que falta" . "wait till we're in january/march". "i heard the temperature dips in the 1 digit numbers".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it people. &lt;strong&gt;It's just begun&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero igual. I need a blanket. O sea, todavia en mi cuarto no habia hecho frio tal que me fuera yo juyendo al mall a comprarme otro blanket. Pero como ke deberia si! En la noche dice "25 degrees, feels like 18 (farenheit, claro)". Gracias a dios que tengo mi super mega jacket. Hoy sali en jeans, tshirt, un turtleneck y el jacket. Chin a chin se va agregando la bufanda (que ya tengo tres, oh dios), el sombrerito, los guantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ya toy loca por tarme ajogando del calor&lt;/span&gt;... 7 day countdown... &lt;strong&gt;I promise I won't complain&lt;/strong&gt;.. ni del curfew, ni de la reforma, ni del trafico.. ni de na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116569058922338186?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116569058922338186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116569058922338186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116569058922338186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116569058922338186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/12/il-fait-froid.html' title='il fait froid'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116525608170586830</id><published>2006-12-04T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:29:15.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is like poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/1600/940129/typewriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/320/572698/typewriter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don't have a good partner, then you better have a good hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe me dio mucha risa esta frase! share other funny phrases de este estilo que you may know :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116525608170586830?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116525608170586830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116525608170586830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116525608170586830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116525608170586830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/12/sex-is-like-poker.html' title='Sex is like poker'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116450423635927194</id><published>2006-11-25T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:34:26.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the Big City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/1600/314501/Private_Time_in_the_Big_City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8145/1653/320/137945/Private_Time_in_the_Big_City.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy me pinte las uñas de rojo&lt;/span&gt;. A primera instancia esta accion puede parecer una nimiedad, pero calling it that would be an understatement. Porque me di cuenta que representa una cosa más que yo juraba y perjuraba que no podía hacer por mi misma, y si puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fíjense que hago la compra del super (y me dura casi las 2 semanas completas, sin yo cocinar como quien dice nada!). Aprendí a hacer laundry, y hasta ahora nada se me ha encogido ni teñido de rojo (aunque hay un tshirt blanco por ahí que tiene un reflejo medio azul... hmmm). Yo tengo el cabello súper largo, y decía que secarmelo yo sola era algo que yo ni loca; en DR lo intenté una vez y que va. Aquí por necesidad ya van 3 veces que me le doy blower y plancha, y que conste que me quedan bonitos :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hoy decidí que era hora de limpiar la nevera, y manos a la obra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Volviendo a lo de las uñas, me las hice en el salon maybe 5-6 times this year, y MUY raro me las pinto yo, menos de rojo. So &lt;/span&gt;yeah. Im proud of como me quedaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siempre me auto-insistía de manera empedernida que tengo un Trastorno de Dependencia. Esto implica, sencillamente, que no podía tomar una decisión sin consultar a alguien. And a certain lack of initiative, leadership. Y aquí estoy, viviendo en un apartamento en una ciudad, un país lejano al natal. Con una roomate que es probablemente tan indecisa y desorganizada como yo (hey, thats why we make such a great team!) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro, I miss my friends! I try and keep in touch with you guys as often as possible. Lo mismo va pa mi familia. Pero me siento como que me caí de un segundo piso, y caí como los gatos, en cuatro patas. Cada día hay situaciones en las que tengo que usar el caco, dejarme de pendejadas y tomar una decisión. Y poco a poco, siento que lo estoy logrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116450423635927194?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116450423635927194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116450423635927194&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116450423635927194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116450423635927194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-big-city.html' title='in the Big City'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116317814221380365</id><published>2006-11-10T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:31:29.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Metro: La Octava Maravilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/construccion%20del%20metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/construccion%20del%20metro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer me llego un email con una cancion del Metro. La persona que originalmente lo mandó (el hermano de una amiga) puso que en este país "todo se coge a chercha" por que "hasta hay una canción del Metro". En verdad no la iba a oir na, pero keseyo. El punto, es que la cancion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;me parece super bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. O sea es un reggaeton (el ritmo no es malo, by the way), pero las letras son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a lo Juan Luis Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, hablando de la situación crítica del país de una manera jocosa y sarcástica. En fin, I love it! Que tan a menudo oimos un reggaeton que is not all about sex? Anyways, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiganlo at: &lt;a href="http://www.twango.com/media/remolacha.public/remolacha.10016" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.twango.com/media&lt;wbr&gt;/remolacha.public/remolacha&lt;wbr&gt;.10016&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116317814221380365?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116317814221380365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116317814221380365&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116317814221380365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116317814221380365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-metro-la-octava-maravilla.html' title='El Metro: La Octava Maravilla'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116309538189670830</id><published>2006-11-09T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:24:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/lips.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the twisted little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going around in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the silly little smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i give to you each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it obvious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get you out of my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's probably worthless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just having a little fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and amusement in my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why did the teasing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flirting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more like &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; did it go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116309538189670830?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116309538189670830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116309538189670830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116309538189670830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116309538189670830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredom-strikes-again.html' title='boredom strikes again'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116278341417902665</id><published>2006-11-05T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:25:36.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frase del dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes i think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is just   &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;taking a piss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116278341417902665?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116278341417902665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116278341417902665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116278341417902665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116278341417902665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/11/frase-del-dia.html' title='frase del dia'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116272036974614586</id><published>2006-11-05T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T05:52:49.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 am</title><content type='html'>So the title of the post is around the time that im writing this (majomeno). I cant sleep y pa colmo como que me ta dando acidez... so i figure its a good a time as any to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So today... was fun. I mean, me da un chin de pique los dias que me siento que ando super &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linda &lt;/span&gt;y como k no one acknowledges it... como que... no hace diferencia alguna. O sea, lo mas k me salio fue un tigre k me dijo k "he liked my glasses"... Oh yeah, im wearing glasses now hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, fuimos a Manayunk, k es como un pueblecito... o como se diga no se. A un barcito de lo ma bien, y pretty cheap too. Y apparently toy hecha una alcoholica... pq i had like cerveza y pico (PRESIDENTE hehe) antes de salir... depue... un trago de vodka cramberry (k taba super suave, pero na). y 2 shots de kamikaze... (like the good ol times, huh?)... y yo no taba ni buzzed... o sea ni un chininin prendia... I mean, yo tenia pila, pero i always do if theres good music!      0.o     so... thats annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa k me paso hoy... pues yo siempre enseño mi licencia como ID en los sitios... y se la quedan mirando un rato pero nunca ha sido problema. Y hoy, vamo a entra a una dicoteca, y el pana k no. Que no puede dejarme entrar con un documento que "is not issued by the united states government"... y yo me quedo como k ehhh , y entonce, la gente k no e de aqui? ... dike k con el pasaporte!! OFRECOME... y entonce... y si ando con mi pasaporte... y por un jumo lo dejo botao... (ejem... worse things have happened atento a jumo..)  ME DEPORTAN... no no... (en el tonito k le pone natz lol) we cant risk that... PERO NA... amen... ni modo... tampoco k era dike lo ma apero de la bolita ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok still not sleepy. O sea yo me puse dike &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A ETUDIA&lt;/span&gt;.. como k reading about Behaviorism me iba  a da sueño.. and it didnt :( I counted them... lei 9 whole pages! heh.. ok ya.. ta bueno... imma gonna try to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterz peoplez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116272036974614586?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116272036974614586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116272036974614586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116272036974614586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116272036974614586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-am.html' title='5 am'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116162780547544933</id><published>2006-10-23T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:27:28.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Dominican Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca pense que en mi cara se asomaria una sonrisa, al oir a alguien decir que se acaba de ir la luz. Esperar unos segundos cuando el semaforo se pone verde, pa que la gente que ta cruzando en rojo de ultima hora cruce. Los minutos ya no se hacen eternos cuando estoy en un tapon, se comienzan a oir los bocinazos, la gente metiendose a dos manos, hasta que uno se entera a chepa que hubo un accidente... cero policias, cero letreros. Los precios ya no me parecen tan caros si tirando numeritos los convierto a dolares... eso no es 100 pesos na, eso son 3 dolares". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me estoy acostumbrando demasiado rapido. Es como estar en un resort. Aqui no tengo que fregar, lavar mi ropa, averiguar que carajos voy a comer hoy. Al medio dia esta ese plato de pollo, arroz con curry, ensalada. Algo bueno que tan inventando atento a que estoy aqui. Tengo mi carro, y todo queda cerca. Que estoy en Arroyo Hondo y tu vives en Gazcue? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eso no e na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo que mas me choco fue el cielo. God its so blue. Y el sol... como que brilla mas. Esa playita, con sus palmas. Andar en trajebanio, o sea men esos trajebanios mios taban cogiendo bajo a guardao, pq tenia 2 meses que no me ponia uno. Se quedo la camara, pero con la tecnologia el celular tomo par de clicks. &lt;strong&gt;Y la gente&lt;/strong&gt;... eso es otra cosa. No se si son mis amigos, pero God i missed mah dominicans! :D Quien mas inventa un shot de kahlua con ron? Donde mas, que en Parkeo, se reunen tantas sonrisas para darse los shots mas ridiculamente baratos de la capital? Donde mas que en la zona se tira uno musiquita de calidad, estando en chancletas si le da la gana? Ni el tapon en que nos metimos me molesto. Vamos pa casa de fulanito, que ahi es que sigue la fiesta! &lt;em&gt;Of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-116162780547544933?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116162780547544933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116162780547544933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116162780547544933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116162780547544933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-dominican-republic.html' title='Welcome to the Dominican Republic'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116105745408275955</id><published>2006-10-16T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:36:24.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it all happened so quickly&lt;br /&gt;you bearly noticed&lt;br /&gt;the days went by&lt;br /&gt;the calendar page changed&lt;br /&gt;you bearly noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lazy days are over&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities are crawling all over&lt;br /&gt;you bearly noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warm summer days are gone&lt;br /&gt;now it's the chill of fall mornings&lt;br /&gt;you bearly noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year is now ending&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner&lt;br /&gt;so many things are happening&lt;br /&gt;and you barely noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that how you spend your days and nights?&lt;br /&gt;just breezing thru life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your little sister can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;your friends are counting the days&lt;br /&gt;your parents are thrilled you're coming&lt;br /&gt;you're roomate is gonna miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope you noticed&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/17210840-116105745408275955?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116105745408275955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116105745408275955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116105745408275955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116105745408275955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-fast.html' title='so fast'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-116080750680654869</id><published>2006-10-14T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:00:21.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No guys allowed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRLS NIGHT OUT. Ayer y hoy :D. Yesterday was ok, nada del otro mundo. Today it was funny because i didnt wear my contacts, so i couldnt tell which guys were cute. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it was a relief! &lt;/span&gt;Taba con Val, Kate, Rachel y una amiga de ella. Just dancing, drinking, sneaking Red Bull into the bar hehehehe... en una casi casi nos subimos al bar a bailar :$ and no, none of us were drunk hehe. And the best part was, guys or no guys, we were having the time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... MOVIE STAR going to the DR... 20-29 de octubre... :D quien coordina la playita??&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/17210840-116080750680654869?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/116080750680654869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=116080750680654869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116080750680654869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/116080750680654869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-guys-allowed.html' title='No guys allowed!'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115904020865910285</id><published>2006-09-23T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:51:09.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm too nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i didnt do it for you. i did it for me. for my own peace of mind]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115904020865910285?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115904020865910285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115904020865910285&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115904020865910285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115904020865910285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-too-nice.html' title='i&apos;m too nice'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115889863290893300</id><published>2006-09-21T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:37:22.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly i see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/Philadelphia_Skyline.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/Philadelphia_Skyline.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ya es hora de comprarme mas ropa de invierno. No tengo ocasión para ponerme mis tichersitos de tiritas... El arte de 'layering', ponerse varias cosas una arriba de la otra, es uno que voy a tener que aprender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Si camino a clases son 15 minutos. Para ir a un supermercado "bien" son 20. "La ciudad" está como a media hora. Lo que rodea a la universidad, bueno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;un barrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Ir al dentista, copiar una llave, pelarme, arreglar una camisa en el sastre, hacerme una limpieza... who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo es complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Y claro, no hay un chofer, la sirvienta. Y lo más obvio, no mom and dad que te resuelvan o saquen de aprietos. No Mariam, no Loly, no Simon. No colmado in every corner, no salon a 150 pesos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eso es dandole mucha mente a la baina... pero let's look at a typical day/week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a hard time getting up, but i smile when i see the sky outside is blue. I get online to check the weather, uno nunca sabe. 70F, kinda chilly. After a quick breakfast de mi conflei Special K con yogur y blueberries, salgo pal trabajo. Cojo el shuttle justo a tiempo. Digo "thank you" al chofer y salgo a una brisa fría. Llegar al computer lab media hora tarde no parece hacer efecto en mi supervisora. It's warm in here. I say hi to Sarah, Joe. Cherchamos un rato. I study if I have to, get online, have a Google chat with Mer. A las 2 its time to go home. Saco alguna comida congelada, me hago tuna, depende del dia. I take a little nap before I go to class. La clase es a las 4:30, pero a las 4:25 ya está la mayoria de la gente sentada. Hopefully, tuve tiempo para leer el chapter que tocaba. I try and participate, and its usually somewhate entertaining. Después a casa, a ver that 70's show y chit chat with my roomate for a while. Usually me pongo a fregar at this time of day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy nos juntamos a ver Grey's Anatomy season premiere. Estaba en el super con Rachel, llegue y cogi pa su casa. Depue su roomate, Kate, joined us. Que risa. Depue llega mi roomate, Valerie, and our neighbor, Matt. Todos tamos en el programa de psicologia, y vivimos en los mimos apartamentos/dorms. We have a silly sense of humor, y nos llevamos super bien. Today my roomates going out but i decided to chill (yeah, i passed an outing, go figure). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Entre el estres de una ciudad nueva, y tantas cosas goin on (including de to lo k me queje a little earlier), im still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;so happy im here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This fresh air. My challenging classes. My new friends. New places to see. New clubs to dance in. New traditions. Same ol' me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And every day is a challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And every day im a little more scared of winter, and a little more confident in myself. I love my classes. I'm so lucky to have met such fun, nice people so quickly. I'm starting to feel a part of this dorm, this university, this city, this country. And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~suddenly I see, this is where I wanna be~&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/17210840-115889863290893300?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115889863290893300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115889863290893300&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115889863290893300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115889863290893300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/09/suddenly-i-see.html' title='suddenly i see...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115851906082886011</id><published>2006-09-17T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:31:30.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Los domingos de aquí no son los mismos domingos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Puede ser porque el aire que respiro no es el mismo aire. El cielo, últimamente tan gris, cuando está azul apenas tiene trazos del cielo de Santo Domingo. Todo tiene un aire gringo... la comida sabe a gringo. Resalta como nunca mi identidad hispana, latina, dominicana. La gente en la universidad es pálida como el papel. La comunidad que nos rodea afro americana por completo. Las vallas están dirigidas a gente de tez oscura por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A veces estar tanto tiempo en los confines del apartamento que habito me vuelve un poco loca. I remember being able to stay in my house for hours, days. Y sentarme en la grama a mirar ese cielo de allá me quitaba las ganas de ir a ninguna parte. Ahora me toca traspasar ese sentimiento de hogar a estas paredes, infinitamente blancas. Las paredes de mi habitación, específicamente, están apenas cubiertas por una tabla de corcho. Le puse una foto mía en la playa, un cartón de unos aretes de Care Bears que compré, mi placa que dice "Alice" de California, la estrellita que me hizo mi hermanita en el campamento de verano, y algunos post its y recordatorios. Arriba de un gavetero está un calendario que me compró mi mamá. "Tu verás, que lo vas a necesitar", me dijo, cuando me quejé de que para qué me compró eso. Temporalmente encima de mi printer está la placa que me trajo mi hermana de Boston... es de Snoopy y dice: "Life is too short not to live it up a little". Me hacen falta más cosas para llenar estas paredes. En mi habitación de la capital no tenía nada en las paredes; duré casi dos años así y apenas me hizo falta llenarlas. Aquí añoro rodearme de cosas familiares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Una de las cosas que me mantiene la cordura son las fotos que tengo en el escritorio. Ahora mismo no está puesta, pero en la tabla de corcho también va una foto de mi familia. Nos la tomamos en el photo booth de un restaurante cuando vinieron a ayudarme a mudarme. It's hilarious. Tengo un portarretratos con un letrerito colgado que dice "family". Es una foto de mi hermana y yo. Hay un photo holder de una foto mía con uno de mis mejores amigos; we're drinking Presidente. Makes me smile every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;These days, I have to hold on to the little things to survive. &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/17210840-115851906082886011?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115851906082886011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115851906082886011&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115851906082886011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115851906082886011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115807903513496010</id><published>2006-09-12T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:26:01.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ** read all about it ** UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok ok tamos al punto que hasta Sabri me ta echando boches por yo tener el blo botao :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I put a brief post to let everyone know I was alive but I figure its about time I give some more details on the matter... O sea, ya voy pa &lt;strong&gt;3 semanas&lt;/strong&gt; viviendo aqui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im living in an apartment de la Uni (dorm) que es &lt;em&gt;de lo ma nice&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im not putting any pics cuz el cargador de mi compu went KAPUT so im waiting for a new one I ended up ordering from Ebay. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, tiene una sala ahi grandecita (where we got the TV set up y eso), una cocinita con su mesa de cocina y sillas (vino con estufa y nevera nuevecitas, no se pierdan!), un bathroom ahi medio enano y separate bedrooms pa mi roomate n me. Well I got there first, so I got the big room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents y mi hermanita Melissa came over to help me settle in. Nos pasamos 3 days shopping like mad and sort of getting to know the city, pero &lt;strong&gt;yo nama me compre como 2 piezas de ropa!&lt;/strong&gt; We were mostly getting stuff for the kitchen. We ended up in this huge ass store called Ikea. Pues tabamos todos como k WOW, k cheap ta eto!! The catch, is that after 4 hours of looking around for furniture, you end up in a big ass warehouse ma grande que Pricemart, y buscas las cajas de los muebles k u picked because.... UNO LO TIENE QUE ARMAR!! Which meant me... pero na... (more on this topic later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad goodbye, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mami llorando y to la baina&lt;/span&gt;. Tips here and there. Bank account set up. University ID in my hands, key to the apartment. So you'll all wondering... &lt;em&gt;que tal la roomate?&lt;/em&gt; Because this was one of the biggest fears already stated. Well, turns out &lt;strong&gt;i got real lucky!&lt;/strong&gt; La jeva tiene 22, es gringa, medio artsy, medio nerda like me but also enjoys a good party :) Come bastante healthy and drinks tea. Super laid back y sencilla, so id say we get along pretty good. Encima de eso, tamos en el mimo programa y tenemos una clase juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the &lt;strong&gt;living by myself&lt;/strong&gt; part: losotro dia una amiga k se llama Kate me explico el asunto, y yo creo k entendi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ninguna lavadora exploto y ninguna ropa blanca se tinio de otro color, so id call it a success :) La food ha sido mas complicado. Ive figured out things like Progressio tomato soup is better than Campbell's, Lean Cuisine y Hot Pockets son el mejor invento k se ha hecho, and im always stocked up on fruit. I love mi conflei, blueberries, green apples y uvas. Losotro dia fui a un restaurant colombiano y me comi mi arroz con habichuela, platano maduro, carnita y aguacate (le ponen huevo frito arriba del arroz pero na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis clases son super chulas. Son nama 3 clases once a week each, pero me ponen a lee hata 1 o 2 chapters enteros entre una clase y otra, o una fotocopia de 63 paginas mas un estudio de 15 como me hizo una profe losotro dia! Other than that its cool, teachers are great. Resulta k soy la unica estudiante internacional en la maestria, y de paso la mas joven. Por ahora im managing, hay gente de mi edad, and a lot of ppl in their late 20s or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas de los gringos y Gringolandia en general que me han sorprendido desde que llegue&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;La informalidad de los gringos&lt;/em&gt;. Todo el mundo anda en chancletas. ALL THE TIME. Youd think us, being in a caribbean country and all would do that. But we dont. Las chicas undergrad (haciendo su carrera) andan en shorsitos, chancletas de Adidas con medias, sweatpants, even pijama pants! To lo grad students ya andan decente y baina, pero na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Ardillas&lt;/em&gt;. O sea they're so cute. And they're everywhere! jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;La mentalidad gringa (openminded y especialmente independiente).&lt;/em&gt; Aqui nadie tiene mami y papi k le ayude. To el mundo e pagando su uni con loans, viviendo solo, trabajando. Esa transicion k viven muchas chicas alla k es de la casa de familia a la del esposo, is not as often. Hay muchas mujeres (casi siempre con roomates) viviendo de manera independiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things that I miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I.&lt;strong&gt; My car&lt;/strong&gt;, junto con el hecho de que todo este cerca (aki dura media hora pa llega a cualquier lao e normal, literally) y saber donde conseguir todo. Que si quiero ir al salon, que me copien una llave, comprar algodon etc. Mi roomate tiene carro pero e un bulto esa baina, pq no me se bien lo de public transportation yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;II. &lt;strong&gt;Mi familia&lt;/strong&gt;. Its weird pero es como dice papi, ahora que tamos mas lejos &lt;em&gt;tamos mas cerca&lt;/em&gt;. I talk to my dad minimo once every two days. Lately no tanto pero al principio era to lo dia. Igual con mi hermana. Ahora ella ta que me cuenta todo, y nos llevamos de maravilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;III. &lt;strong&gt;My already established social network&lt;/strong&gt; (en especial my close friends, u know who u are) I try to talk to some of then as much as I can, pero el plan k tiene mi celular ta ke me cobra 100 pesos el minuto. Literally. Asi ke BAJEN SKYPE y dejense de mojiganga k asi se habla gratis! Me he hecho panita de mi roomate, Kate y Rachel (vecinas y companieras de maestria), Angel y Sarah del trabajo, Alexander y Juan (dominicanos en Philly).. asi k chin a chin, majomeno. A ver lo k hacemo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sea ya no se pueden quejar. Ya que nadie me venga k no le he contado, k como me ta yendo, k esto que aquello. Nama me pueden reclamar por las fotos k hasta mi papa me ta pidiendo fotos ya! Pero lemmi get my charger k pedi por Ebay and well see :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/17210840-115807903513496010?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115807903513496010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115807903513496010&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115807903513496010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115807903513496010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-read-all-about-it-update.html' title='UPDATE ** read all about it ** UPDATE'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115677589276582040</id><published>2006-08-28T10:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:22:01.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iz all good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mis queridos amigos blogueros y no blogueros, los que me leen a diario o una vez al mes, los que sonrien al ver mis lineas y me dan los comentarios despues, los que van absorbiendo los pedacitos de una autobiografia desorganizada... &lt;strong&gt;no los he botado!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya estoy en Filadelfia, mi familia se fue anoche (vinieron to drop me off). Esta tarde tengo mi primera clase... The weather here is nice. Philly tiene mucha historia, theres tons of old buildings and trees. La uni es bien, no dike chiquita pero tampoco asi dike monstruosa. Everyones uber polite. Bueno theres tons to tell... un beso y abrazo to &lt;em&gt;my homies&lt;/em&gt; back in the DR!! hehehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115677589276582040?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115677589276582040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115677589276582040&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115677589276582040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115677589276582040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/iz-all-good_28.html' title='Iz all good!'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115656843730084516</id><published>2006-08-26T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:47:33.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>No se si me malacostumbre o me malacostumbraste&lt;br /&gt;No se si es importante echarle la culpa a alguien&lt;br /&gt;A esta altura de juego la verdad no tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;A esta altura de juego solo queda la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonto pensar que alguna vez me aferre a ti de tal manera&lt;br /&gt;Que pense que la vida no seria lo mismo si no estabas en ella&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no confundas, porque i didnt take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I never could imagine such a thought as you beeing gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one does not realize the everchanging shifts of friendship&lt;br /&gt;The way that its so strong and so fragile, all at once&lt;br /&gt;The way we so many times consider it a given&lt;br /&gt;The way it can dissappear just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad? Mad?&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel this way? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;Do I only miss you because I got so used to you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it supposed to be simple or plain complicated to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I just have a hard time moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115656843730084516?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115656843730084516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115656843730084516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115656843730084516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115656843730084516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115621109695710792</id><published>2006-08-21T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:25:58.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;She decided to stop and smell the roses&lt;br /&gt;Something told her the frenzy had to stop&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna figure things out for her&lt;br /&gt;They're just not gonna work themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to get a good night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;Even to prioritize a bit&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready wasn't all that  simple&lt;br /&gt;It was more like a spiritual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once in a while you gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;Think about what's right&lt;br /&gt;But all that thinkin' by itself won't do it&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go out there and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little willpower, a little ingredient X&lt;br /&gt;The umph, the jump, the power to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't just stop and smell the roses&lt;br /&gt;Don't just sit there figuring out what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's gonna be allright somehow&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up and do what you gotta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115621109695710792?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115621109695710792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115621109695710792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115621109695710792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115621109695710792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/pit-stop.html' title='Pit stop'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115539535665359031</id><published>2006-08-12T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:43:27.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>con todo y todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make a mistake... it's not subjective, because you know its a mistake. You realized it the second it occured to you. Because, theres always that one second. That fraction of a second... nanosecond even, when you have a choice. A choice to not say/do... because that little -nagging- voice in your head keeps repeating the unfathomable stupidity of what is about to occur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to achieve this... patience is a must. A virtue some would say. Como dice el dicho de Napoleón: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vísteme lento, que tengo prisa&lt;/span&gt;". Because you're aware that running isnt necesary. Pq cuando te des el etrallón, &lt;/span&gt;ta bueno que te pase&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Que te duela. Por andar juyendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's happened before. A million times before. A very clever definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. Ayer estaba en el teléfono con un amigo, y en una tenía una risita muy particular, but all he was doing was just that, laughing. Y le dije, tu sabes pq tu te tas riendo? Porque tu sabes k aunque tu me dijiste que no haga tal cosa yo lo voy a go ahead and do it anyways. Like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, no me voy a ir en una (ironic, i already have). No no pero en serio. Ni modo. En general i have to say... I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one happy creature&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like a big girl, finally gonna do my own path. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support!!&lt;/span&gt; ... que me han dado mis amigos bloggers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan enorme la diferencia de ayer en la tarde. Me dijeron par de cosa k me tenian like... chaos. Se me aguaban los ojos and i was just like pissed and frustrated y par de cosa ma heh. Y right now I feel like the world is at my feet, anything is possible... lighter, happier. I wonder how long this'll last. I hope a few hours at least :) I hope its contagious too! jejeje. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115539535665359031?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115539535665359031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115539535665359031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115539535665359031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115539535665359031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/con-todo-y-todo.html' title='con todo y todo'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115501203253015898</id><published>2006-08-08T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:28:47.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I've been going to the shrink. Some people say this word has a negative connotation to it, but nah, it doesnt. Que tan loca tas que llegaste hasta el psicologo? Whats wrong? Howd it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bueno, primero que todo, como futura psicologa you gotta work thru your own issues antes de tu go out there and help everyone else. No ta de na tener problemas con x cosa k you dont wanna face, pa k te llegue un paciente con eso mimito y te hagas un etcetera. That and the fact that well, I believe theres always room for improvement. Y un psicologo te ayuda con esas cositas que te has acostumbrado a vivir, pero para que darle la vuelta a la piedra? Vamos a quitarla del camino once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So na me encuentro yo con eta doña. Y digo, ehh como yo voy a habla freely con eta jeva. Y eso que se me hace facil open up. (maybe too easily.. ermm, pue si). So you know me hacen la historia clinica, talk about family and friends and such. It ends up beeing summed up en dos cosas : mis relaciones interpersonales and my self esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So i've been lately in one of those funks... entre being just plain sad and then on the brink of a nervous breakdown por to las cosas que tengo k hacer in the next 2 weeks. Todo se ta acumulando... time is going by so fast. Llama al dermatologo, arregla eta cosa que ta lentisima, ayuda a mami con school stuff de mi sis, acuerdate del gym, but dont forget to find out which bank puedes usar en philly... bueno en verda es MIERDA. Todo se resuelve. Pero yo solita me hago un toyo :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;For some reason, i dont give myself enough freedom. I dont know if thats the right way to put it. Theres always this little doubt... this very much annoying nagging that goes... WHAT IF... las dudas que me carcomen incesantementeb. Y de alguna manera, la constante contradiccion que i wanna look my best, do my best, be my best... pero i dont allow myself! Because... because... I FEEL LIKE I DONT DESERVE IT... Entonces im terrible at handling piropos. Yes, thank you. And inside of me I know... they're right... but.. what if im not all that? all that smart? all that pretty? all that capable of makin it on my own... It's crazy, completely insane. But wouldnt this world be boring without a bit of insanity??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I cant call it a Ying and a Yang, that would imply there's some sort of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. Which there's not! Completely smart or completely stupid. Hazlo, brinca, take the chance... which i do! bajo contrOl de impulsos... ejem... or i dont dare! If youre gonna do it, might as well do it right? Go ahead!! Tienes el derecho al motto del army... be all you can be. do you dare? maybe its about time you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115501203253015898?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115501203253015898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115501203253015898&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115501203253015898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115501203253015898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/journal-entry.html' title='Journal Entry'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115440922556683514</id><published>2006-08-01T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:55:19.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La arena hacia cosquillas en sus pies. El vaivén del mar marcaba el ritmo de ese instante, en vez de algún reloj. La brisa no era exagerada, suficiente para rozar el cabello de ella y darle vuelta a sus rizos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un instante, sus pensamientos se conectaron de manera casi cósmica, con su alrededor y entre sí... "Im so lucky to be here with you". Lo pensaron ambos a la vez, y de alguna manera, no tuvieron que decir nada. El silencio era cómodo. Son los momentos en que el pasado no existe, y mucho menos el futuro. Los envolvía el aura del ahora...  simplemente. En ese momento, más importante aún que las palabras, estaban las miradas, las sonrisas. La casi inverosímil comprensión mutua. Spiritually connected souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las caricias dieron paso a los besos. Entre mordidas y gemidos, se convirtieron en uno solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115440922556683514?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115440922556683514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115440922556683514&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115440922556683514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115440922556683514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-on-beach.html' title='Sex on the beach'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115334226096534847</id><published>2006-07-19T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:23:54.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/countdownD2.swf?tyear1=2006&amp;tmonth1=8&amp;amp;tday1=23&amp;thours1=0&amp;amp;tminutes1=0&amp;event=i get on that plane to Philly&amp;amp;clr=0xCC00FF&amp;tseconds1=0"&gt; &lt;param name="loop" value="false"&gt; &lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="0xCC00FF"&gt; &lt;embed style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/countdownD2.swf?tyear1=2006&amp;amp;tmonth1=8&amp;tday1=23&amp;amp;thours1=0&amp;tminutes1=0&amp;amp;event=i%20go%20away%20to%20study%20in%20Philly,%20USA&amp;clr=0xCC00FF&amp;amp;tseconds1=0" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="0" name="a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="" height="160" width="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The countdown has begun. Despues de muchos (MUCHOS) dias de dudas, investigacion, estres, presion, decepciones, pequeños progresos, aleluyas, decisiones y rompidas de caco, ya es definitivo: me voy a la bella ciudad del Cream Cheese :D a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Philadelphia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voy a hacer un Clinical Counseling Psychology M.A. (la maestria). Dura dos años, e incluye un semestre de Práctica y 1 año (al mimo tiempo k las clases) enterito de Internship. Que apero verda? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Toy super emocionadisima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losotro dia pague online el deposito del housing! Voy a vivir en uno apartamento pa Grad students (undergrads tan haciendo la carrera, graduate son maetria y doctorado), que resulta y viene ser al caso k son lo que tan ma botao del campus entero (que ta lindo por cierto). Un preview de mi adorado futuro HOME aqui --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Alice/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.lasalle.edu/campusmap/large_campus_map.php" title="http://www.lasalle.edu/campusmap/large_campus_map.php" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.lasalle.edu/campusma&lt;wbr&gt;p/large_campus_map.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. O sea, voy a vivi en el 1 y a coger mis clases en el 26 (digase, botao a la derecha). Hay dos 'shuttles' que me imagino k son guaguitas k trabajan de 7 am a 2am to lo dia, a ver como me cuadro con eso. Pero salen a unas horas rarisimas, de mis apartamentos hay uno k pasa a las :34 y :04. (ya hice el shuttle route en Paint con el mapita del campus heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por otro lado, mi horario aparentemente ta super bien. Lunes, martes y miercoles de 4:30 a 7pm. Yo le dije a la jeva k me ayudo a registrarme k yo habia cogio hata 8 clase, pero ella k no, k no se recomienda mas de 3 el primer semestre, pa uno acotumbrase y bainita, k eto e "graduate level".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, los dias left in the countdown van a ser pa aprender a lavar y planchar (apparently tengo un meeting pendiente con la muchacha k viene a mi casa a lavar :P). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La primera y ultima vez &lt;/span&gt;que trate de planchar le hice un hoyo de to el size a mi pijama de la sirenita! En el checklist tambien esta aprender a hacer un arroz, una salsa de tomate y una ensalada decente. Comprar platos, cubiertos etc. pa mi cocinita. Compra ma ropa de frio. y que ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No voy a caer en la realidad de vivir en otro sitio hasta que te alla con las maletas viendo el dorm. Y que me llevo? Con tantas chucherias y libros and stuff que tengo aqui. Queseyo!! Hoy llame a la jeva del housing, le pedi k me pusiera con alguien close to my age. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;orita me toca una china de 50 años que quiere find herself through learning therapy?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y na . mi mama me mira en estos dias like im dying soon or leaving forever. Ill be back en Halloween pa ser dama de una boda y en Dic tengo un mes de vacaciones! Neat huh? Ya ubique pal de gente pa caele en NY par de fin de semana, so that should be cool too. Im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than nervous or excited. Hoy taba viendo lo concerts en Philly tambien: Snow Patrol y Red Hot Chili Peppers got my attention. Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;wish me luck! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115334226096534847?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115334226096534847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115334226096534847&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115334226096534847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115334226096534847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown-has-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115333789575664423</id><published>2006-07-19T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:06:58.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sacale chipa al starter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/dy_snoop_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/dy_snoop_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;**reggaeton mOde**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy yankee con Snoop Dog!! señore eto e lo ultimo... la nueva musiquita... que ta como el 1 (digase, ma alante que el 809 :P) hehe... THANKS clO por mis nuevas adquisiciones.. y Orlando por mi nuevo ringer de 'rOmpe'... k se lo puse a mariam by the way! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ps. nada que ver, but my cats pregnant... quien quiere cute little kittens de mama persa? (y papa negro, si es el mismo chico de siempre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:60;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115333789575664423?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115333789575664423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115333789575664423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115333789575664423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115333789575664423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/sacale-chipa-al-starter.html' title='sacale chipa al starter'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115319138559436597</id><published>2006-07-17T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:29:47.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chers amies, merci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So desde que comence a salir, conocer gente etc. me di cuenta que I was a people person, en el sentido que se me hace facil talk to strangers y hacer amigos rather quickly. Esto sumado con que me encanta salir, un bonche, etc. and Im up to pretty much anything ranging from el colmado de la esquina hasta Praia, I've gotten to know quite a lot of people a través del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez que tuve amores, in one of our first 'public appearances', fuimos a Jubilee. Le dije, dame un sec, y depue de saluda a varia gente me dijo "No no, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yo no soy Fulanito, yo soy el novio de Alicia&lt;/span&gt;". En el momento me dio risa pero despues me dejo como k, im not sure thats such a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its something ive always acknowledged in a positive way, the fact that "conozco a mucha gente". Well, not necesarily a good thing, but hey, I like to see it that way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El punto de este post&lt;/span&gt; es que de que sirve 'conocer a todo el mundo', si en el momento que quieres llamar a alguien para alquilar una pelicula, no sabes qué número marcar? Que puedes run thru your mind 2309483240923874 gente que en algun punto te ha dado a entender que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es tu amigo&lt;/span&gt;, pero es hoy, lunes en la noche, que te das cuenta que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca lo fue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con que facilidad la gente puede verte en algun momento en la calle, y hacerse el/la comemierda y nisiquiera saludar? Cuando no hace tanto taba abrazandote con todo el amor del mundo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How its so easy for someone  to mark you as unnecesary in their lives&lt;/span&gt;, y dejar de ser parte de tu vida con tanta facilidad, por una idiotez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aqui que el verdadero arte, lo verdaderamente complejo y singular, no es ese cliché de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ser popular", &lt;/span&gt;conocer gente, ser sociable, saber que hay pa hoy, etc. Lo sencillamente complejo, es distinguir a las personas que valen la pena el esfuerzo, and hold on to them with all your strength. Porque real friendships are built, day by day, little action after little action. Porque son los detalles lo s que diferencian a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquel que te hara crecer de aquel que solo te hara daño.&lt;/span&gt; Cuantos oportunistas, manipuladores, hipocritas, que solo quieren el pedacito de ti que les conviene/beneficia. Que a alguien como yo, con mi exagerada fe en las buenas intenciones de las personas, puede burlar en segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso doy gracias a Dios que si tengo la dicha de tener a mi alrededor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personas que han pasado la prueba del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;, y con dedicacion y paciencia se han mantenido como guías y acompañantes del rollercoaster que es mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A Mi&lt;/span&gt;; desde el principio admire tu fortaleza, tu caracter y tu madurez.&lt;br /&gt;Supiste ver mas alla de lo que la mayoria de las personas decide ver, y encontraste la manera de cambiar los analisis cognitivos a tareas conductuales. No solo me ayudaste con mis debilidades, sino que tambien me dejaste ver las tuyas, y con esto entendi el lugar que ocupaba en tu corazon. En quien mas vamos a encontrar esa particular bipolaridad de seriedad y locura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A L&lt;/span&gt;; en algun momento paniquié al pensar que se iban a separar nuestros caminos. Si en ese entonces hubiera sabido que nos mantendriamos cerca sin importar lo lejos? Que tu familia siempre sera la mia, y viceversa? Nunca imagine que llegaria a ser tu baul de secretos, y que en verdad no somos tan diferentes como podria parecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A Ma&lt;/span&gt;;casi pienso que deberia dejarte de ultimo. En lo que a amistad concierne, hemos ido al infierno y devuelta. Es casi ridiculo la reverberancia de tus acciones en mi vida, como pueden tornarla del todo oscura o positiva. Y sabemos que ambos casos se han dado. Ahora esas peleas se ven tan tontas. No te parece increible como hemos podido mas que los chismes y los lios, los novios y las diferentes universidades? Que no hay mal que por bien no venga. Que no haya lio que no hayamos ya sobrepasado. Que la confianza que tenemos sobrepaso las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A S&lt;/span&gt;; cuanto me has aguantado. Que ni puedo creer que todavia me aguantes! :) Que tantas veces me has dicho que me vas a dejar de dar consejos porque no te hago caso, pero me los sigues dando. Que le hemos buscado la vuelta al asunto. Que la gente al final puede etrallarse cuanto quiera, y no hace diferencia. Que nuestros lios, AMEN, que hemos pasado, y la amistad va tan fuerte y divertida como siempre. Que espero que you never give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A Cz&lt;/span&gt;; currently me parece que weve been in a distant phase. Pero logico que eso no quita lo visto y por ver. Funny how it started, huh? Dos personas tan diferentes que resulta que tienen un mundo en comun. Que me rebotaste cuando debias. Que me acompañaste cuando lo necesitaba. Que te reiste conmigo tantas veces. Que me demostraste que te importa, y que no sueltas este friendship tan facilmente. Que confias en mi for the things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A Ch&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;; que cada dia que pasa me sorprendo mas y me siento so lucky de que todavia seas parte de mi vida. Que no solo esta aventura es un good cocktail party story, es la amistad que en verdad puede mas que las circunstancias. Que hemos conectado a un nivel cósmico y espiritual. Que entre relajo, email, visita y llamada nos hemos convertido en mejores amigos. Entre lo academico y lo verdaderamente inverosimil, nos entendemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A E&lt;/span&gt;; que muchas veces no te entiendo, y se que muchas veces no me entiendes. Que a veces estamos tan conectados que es como si fueramos una sola persona, y otras tan distantes que estamos a años luz. Que hemos pasado por tiempos de guerra fria, de paz, de tonterias y de cosas un poco mas serias. Que a pesar de todo el cariño y la confianza siguen ahi, intactos. Que no hay que definir reglas ni buscar definiciones, because we are already beyond that. Que tiempo, espacio y distancia son solo palabras, y que estas palabras se quedan cortas para definir lo que tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Todas estas personas mencionadas han estado conmigo, literalmente, en las buenas y en las malas. Me han visto cometer las peores estupideces y tonterias, y han cometido las suyas. Ha habido ocasiones en que he pensado, wow, esta persona no estara mas en mi vida; pero embuste, que la amistad si ha sobrevivido. Amistad que ha sobrepasado los limites del tiempo, las distancias, los absurdos y lo ridiculo, lo serio y lo catastrofico. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que los cuento entre mis bendiciones, y sobre todo, los quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115319138559436597?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115319138559436597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115319138559436597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115319138559436597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115319138559436597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/chers-amies-merci.html' title='Chers amies, merci'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115285576959424809</id><published>2006-07-14T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:03:48.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all in one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*stressed out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*chilling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*ecstatic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*depressive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*logical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*rational &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*smart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*sluggish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*caring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*pissed off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;~*controlled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~*impulsive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~*never better*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115285576959424809?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115285576959424809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115285576959424809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115285576959424809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115285576959424809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-in-one.html' title='all in one'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115277044379943565</id><published>2006-07-13T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:11:24.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im melting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I cant take the heat- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lets get creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. Quitate la ropa, hace demasiado calor. Aprovechemos que ya estamos así, y sudemos un poco más. Dejate seducir por el agua fría bajo la ducha. Dame un chin del hielo que tienes en la boca. Mojame con el agua de manguera. Chupa el Skim Ice, que ya ta derretío.  No me vengas con esa mirada pícara, ya sé que te traes una travesura entre manos; pero que conste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mientras me quite este caloraso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, no me importa qué hagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115277044379943565?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115277044379943565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115277044379943565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115277044379943565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115277044379943565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-melting.html' title='im melting...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115259115397663236</id><published>2006-07-10T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:37:40.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/ignorance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/ignorance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where does the truth end and the lie begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fancy place, random moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surroundings a blur.&lt;br /&gt;words are smiles.&lt;br /&gt;past is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;hugs are eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; a fragile word.&lt;br /&gt;forgive not forget.&lt;br /&gt;believe  dont rely.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/17210840-115259115397663236?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115259115397663236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115259115397663236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115259115397663236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115259115397663236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='ignorance is bliss'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115225318325214825</id><published>2006-07-07T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:26:45.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>playing the angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wanna call you&lt;/span&gt;. I know I shouldn't, so I won't. We havent talked for two weeks now. But who's counting? It's like, no vale de nada que i called you 'one of my best friends'. Que estuvieras en el grupo "VIP" de mi MSN list. Que te conozca since you were in sixth grade, y aunque no haya sido constante la amistad somehow it found its way, slowly but surely, thru the times. But then I guess life is full of surprises, and changes. Still,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hope this particular change isnt permanent&lt;/span&gt;. Remember when we had ese tiempo appart? Que it took a long time of talking only about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to go back to how it was? How you sent me those valuable items for my gallery! Y celebrabamos esas cosas like they were part of real life. I miss the daily online conversations about nothing and everything. The mutual calls at the wee hours: "i wish u were here, eto ta aperisimo!". Good thing I got a pretty tight schedule these days, keeping myself busy and all. Doesn't stop me from listening to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suffer well" &lt;/span&gt;whenever i can. Just because.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Your last weeks here confused me&lt;/span&gt;. Porque claro, le segui dando mente al asunto (isnt it awfull how i STILL do?). Me buscabas and yet, me evitabas a la vez. Deseado pero forzado, querido pero esquivado. It didnt have to be like that. But talking has always been my thing, not yours I guess. I mean, can't you tell? I've just been blabbing on and on. Maybe I should try and get some sleep. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.&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/17210840-115225318325214825?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115225318325214825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115225318325214825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115225318325214825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115225318325214825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/playing-angel.html' title='playing the angel'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115206845733487111</id><published>2006-07-04T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:40:36.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un masajito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ven y dame un masajito en los pies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Picame el ojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Abrazame hasta que me falte el aire. Recuerdame que la vita e bella con tu mirada. Evita con tus dulces palabras que sucumba ante el estrés. Hazme un chiste tonto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;para reirme a carcajadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Dejame tomar una foto mental de tu sonrisa. Y sobre todo, ayudame a recordar las mil y un razones que tengo en la vida para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115206845733487111?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115206845733487111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115206845733487111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115206845733487111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115206845733487111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/un-masajito.html' title='Un masajito'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115197204922517139</id><published>2006-07-03T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:06:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Mistery Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/innocence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magical mistery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eternal laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;startling innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;endless surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magical mistery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quite simple logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;charming smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basic needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;living the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cristal simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zero complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who teaches who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which one learns most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the child or the grown up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;some things only the child knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magical mistery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is no secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just smiling and sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus a little loving and caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115197204922517139?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115197204922517139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115197204922517139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115197204922517139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115197204922517139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/magical-mistery-tour.html' title='Magical Mistery Tour'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115190000739418179</id><published>2006-07-03T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:38:56.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"La jaiba que encontre en mi piscina" (the movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Coming soon to a blog near you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(viene pronto el post... con fotos incluidas!! ... no se me adelanten oyeron... es MI PISCINA... yo tengo la exclusiva!! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115190000739418179?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115190000739418179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115190000739418179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115190000739418179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115190000739418179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-jaiba-que-encontre-en-mi-piscina.html' title='&quot;La jaiba que encontre en mi piscina&quot; (the movie)'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115138078450022411</id><published>2006-06-26T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:16:22.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the working mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues dejenme decirles que hace 2 semanas my parents left a un viaje a Europa &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Armenia, Georgia, Austria y Alemania, why these countries is another story)&lt;/span&gt;. Basically papi iba a unas conferencias y aprovecharon ya k se iba a dar el viaje pal otro lao del charco anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Abro parentesis para los: Mielda vieja que apero!! Cuando e k vamo a hace la fieta en tu casa?? Tu tiene k ta super chilling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUES NO. Carajo. Soy ama de casa. And since this morning, a working mother [subsitute]. Aqui ta mi hermana de 16; comenzando por ahi. Keeping an eye on her, donde ta, pa donde va, que si tiene k ir a bucar la nota, k si tiene k hacer tal cosa pal campamento k se va, etc. etc. etc. Por otro lado, ta la de 7. Ahora ta en el campamento (en el k toy trabajando, by the way, sin... TODAY) pero igual. Que si la merienda. Que si va donde la amiguita. Que se siente sola pq su mama no ta aqui. Y eso, sin contar la compra del super. Pagarle al servicio (lio de matematicas, k si el pasaje, k si le puedes adelantar). Llevar control de TODOS los gastos de la casa. Ir al super. My own responsabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pa colmo, me busque oficio. En el campamento la Yuca. Muy full, somos yo, una amiga y otra jeva ticher del St. George de teachers, y theres one more helpin out. Para 22 chamaquitos de 4 años, thank you very much. Youd think 4 grown ups would be enough. PARA NADA MEN. Eso carajito se van por ahi, k si quiere ir al baño, k si le hace falta su mom... y yo tengo experience with that age, ni asi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi horario de hoy: Wake up at 6:15 (last time i did that was what... two years ago? three?) Coge pal camp. Pasame el dia ya tu sabe pq ni los nombres de los carajitos nos sabiamos. Suda. Corre. Juga. Brinca. Recoge. 4:30 and im out. Un dolor de epalda, batata y pies. Bueh. Pa mi casa, to take a shower, pa resolve un lio con mi hermana de 16, pa coge pa la Alianza juyendo pq tenia el final!! So im hungry, tired, sleepy. Cojo pal super con 500 peso pq no me han dao el dinero de eta semana yet, a ver what is strictly necesary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not exactly an ode. Mas quejas mias que otra cosa. Pero im so proud of myself!! Y aqui e k uno se da cuenta men. Cria carajitos, encargase de la casa, ke si el eposo, QUE SI EL TRABAJO. Y tu ve que mami siempre ta arregla, bonita, reponsable con su work, pendiente de to, pasa tiempo con papi... Y uno dike kejandose y bainita hehe. No no no. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ay que admirar a las working moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115138078450022411?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115138078450022411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115138078450022411&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115138078450022411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115138078450022411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/ode-to-working-mother.html' title='Ode to the working mother'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115095898375871421</id><published>2006-06-22T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:45:59.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Om</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dificil de aceptar pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no tengo opcion&lt;/span&gt;. Dificil de soltar, tratar de entender qué es lo mejor. Como te hace falta algo que nunca tuviste? It's like the Merovingian says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause and Effect&lt;/span&gt;. It's that simple. Cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude haberme hecho la loca. Continued the charade. But you know me. I couldn't. I had to "talk about it". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's talk about life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about life?&lt;/span&gt; I wish it were more simple. I wish we could just  [...]. It doesn't work like that. It can't. Pero por mas que me lo expliquen, y me lo explique yo misma desde el espejo, como que en verdad no me entra. Or maybe it does, and I just refuse to let go. Entonces, en que quedamos? Por qué lo analizo? Por qué ese afan de not just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let things be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldve sugar coated it a bit... No se si te imaginaste que me corrio una lagrima por la mejilla cuando tranque el telefono. I thought Id feel better after writing this. Truth is, i dont. Hell no. Only time and the realization of my momentary and current stupidity can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess here goes one last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;=*&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/17210840-115095898375871421?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115095898375871421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115095898375871421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115095898375871421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115095898375871421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/om.html' title='Om'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-115030603530488115</id><published>2006-06-14T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:25:11.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why do you try to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why do you need to be&lt;br /&gt;want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much sleepin&lt;br /&gt;endless drinking&lt;br /&gt;roof staring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;connect the dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;senseless motives&lt;br /&gt;ignoring and denying&lt;br /&gt;escaping a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everythings jolly&lt;br /&gt;friends are groovin&lt;br /&gt;things are smooth and&lt;br /&gt;familys healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a grip and&lt;br /&gt;stay in tune&lt;br /&gt;face the fears and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deal with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-115030603530488115?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/115030603530488115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=115030603530488115&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115030603530488115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/115030603530488115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-you-try-to-be.html' title='why do you try to be'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114992841297382834</id><published>2006-06-10T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:23:46.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up, what's down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So lets see whats new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo de irme fuera is getting closer and closer every day. No hay nada definitivo yet but I can smell it... (id like to go to Philly though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cogiendo clases de cocina!! O sea yo soy una jeva que no se ni freir un huevo señores, nada!! Ni brownies (its like all girls can make brownies for some reason). So na como no toy haciendo na I got into this class con una doña venezolana de lo ma nice, que adora a mi abuela heh. Ya van dos clases and im so ashamed i havent really practiced anything, but technically ya se de arroz, carne roja, pollo, crema de auyama,  Y CHOCOLATE CAKE. Este ultimo im not really crazy for but apparently most people are hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero trabajar in a temp job, como un campamento, pero eso no se me acaba de dar. Hmph. Lleve mi curriculum al country and I still havent gotten an answer :(. En el patio de alfredo y la Yuca ya no necesitan ma gente... y Comatillo bueno. No me inspira en verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nada, saliendo mucho con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la promo&lt;/span&gt;, the coolest people ever :D Very glad my dear friend Mariam has definetly joined the group, thats pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats all for now folks... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I SHOULD GET A LITTLE MORE INSPIRED SOME TIME SOON... :)&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/17210840-114992841297382834?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114992841297382834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114992841297382834&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114992841297382834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114992841297382834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-up-whats-down.html' title='what&apos;s up, what&apos;s down'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114948899691902186</id><published>2006-06-05T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:46:13.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The psychologist syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not continuing, but still along the lines of the last post, id like to talk a bit about something that happens to me every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como está explicado en mi "personal statement", escrito para las aplicaciones de las maestrias que quiero hacer, siempre he sido the type of person k las personas recurren for help. Heck, no es que soy la mas confiable (en un ejercicio en grupo en la uni, the whole class, at least by 1 other person, got named "mas confiable", except me). I know i have a hard time keeping secrets, keeping my mouth shut. And still, i manage to be the shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces its almost funny how people that bearly tell me what college they're in, can bear out their souls for 2 hours, and say every little detail about the problem they're currently dealing with. It's like they've tried it all, y eso de que yo este ligada a la psicologia sets me appart. Im gonna be able to tell them something that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even before i dreamed of studying this career, the phenomenon occured. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;. I love to be able to make peoples lives better, easier. To help them help themselves, look outside the box and understand their problem in a more objective manner; take steps towards their own well being. Every bit of energy consumed listening, analizing, figuring out what I can do to help them see, is definetly worth it. Quite consuming, but ultimately worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it's funny how time and time again what I miss other people to seek me for is what most people have. Que me llames pa juntarnos. Pa ir al cine. Pa ver tele y hablar mierda. Pa shop. These day to day things, to just hang out. Simplicities that are so many times overlooked. Porque dejenme decirles, que el celular sometimes just rings endlessly on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls to party. Calls to help, give advice. Calls because [you are] in a crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No digo que todos lo hagan. Pero si &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me ha tocado&lt;/span&gt; la persona que veo 2 veces en la vida, pero que no tiene problemas en secuestrarme por par de horas so I'll listen to their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, la persona que me llevo a escribir esto es alguien a la que Id help sin pensarlo dos veces, que en algun momento de mi vida aporto tanto y que Im glad to listen to. Because, como le dije, si no te lo digo yo, quien te lo va a decir? And heck, I have people I can call in turn that will listen to me endlessly, salir desde casa er diablo pa pick me up y take me to ER pq no se como bajarme la fiebre, ir pa donde estoy sin pensarlo dos veces porque me acaban de chocar aunque tengo 1 año que no me junto contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me he desviado del tema original pero its all things that go thru my head. I just hope, like always, I can manage to balance it out. Porque I though writing this would help me clear out what is it that bothers me so much... why im so inclined to be the one at a party to take care of the girl that got drunk, to study a career that is based on helping. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deep rooted fear of rejection if I do otherwise?&lt;/span&gt; Creo que once tire una teoria al respecto, but I cant seem to remember. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hope its not a bad thing to have.&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/17210840-114948899691902186?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114948899691902186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114948899691902186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114948899691902186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114948899691902186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/psychologist-syndrome.html' title='The psychologist syndrome'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114928185624088579</id><published>2006-06-02T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:32:29.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not so random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ultimamente he estado haciendo una re evaluacion de amistades, porque tengo la mala costumbre de que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me dejo coger de pendeja&lt;/span&gt;. Al mismo tiempo, gente a la que ayudo y entrego hasta el alma (que decir, si soy asi sin querer) resulta que na que ver conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces en cierto sentido estoy un chin ma comemierda. Porque me he dado cuenta que hay gente que me ha herido, acabado behind my back, chupado la sangre como si fuera una sanguijuela. Gente que espera una entrega total de mi y me devuelve una pizca (y a chepa). Y pa colmo, me saludan como si nada. Me llaman pa ver si los puedo ayudar con x cosa. Los que un dia te abrazan y el fin de semana k viene te miran de reojo como si tuvieras lepra. Pues decidi que ta bueno ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien me di cuenta que valoro mucho las personas que a pesar de todo se mantienen pendientes de mi. Porque en verdad tengo muchos amigos con los que comparto regularmente, y a veces la que deja de llamar por mucho tiempo soy yo. Pero igual me dejan un comment en el blo. Me saludan por MSN a ver en que toy. Me mandan un mensajito a las 11am que nama dice "Mua". Me aguantan las saca de pie y me vuelven y llaman como si nada. Esos son los momentos que me dicen que vale la pena ser un buen amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que la gente que me complique la vida is out. Y pido sobre todas las cosas fuerza para no ser hipocrita. Porque aunque quiza no hable super bien de ti, cuando te tengo alante lo mas que me sale es una sonrisa. Y odio que me lo hagan, asi que por dios tengo k tratar de no hacerlo. Por que hasta cierto punto we all fear rejection. Y algunas cosas las voy aprendiendo en el camino, mejorando y puliendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que la gente con la que comparto y en la que confio sepa que he hecho una evaluacion de cerca, y he determinado que valen la pena. Claro, continuare tropezandome un millon de veces, pero que la amistad sea algo mutuo. Que no me tengas ahi nama pa que te consuele en los malos momentos, cuando tu no apareciste el dia k me mori de una fiebre o que me emocione pq fulanito me invito a salir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, just trying to balance things out! Pq como dice una amiga mia, primero voy YO despues voy YO tercero voy YO cuarto voy YO... y hay competencia por el quinto :P~&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/17210840-114928185624088579?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114928185624088579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114928185624088579&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114928185624088579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114928185624088579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-so-random.html' title='not so random'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114860264375974067</id><published>2006-05-25T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:56:00.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Me confundes y me alteras&lt;br /&gt;Me deslumbras y me engañas&lt;br /&gt;Me piropeas y me traicionas&lt;br /&gt;Me dedicas tu alma... de manera superflua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te confundo y me altero&lt;br /&gt;Me deslumbro y me engaño&lt;br /&gt;Recibo el piropo y dejo que me traiciones&lt;br /&gt;Porque te dedico mi alma... sin sentido alguno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre buscando el culpable&lt;br /&gt;De los delitos cometidos&lt;br /&gt;El atrevido tras la manzana prohibida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se confunda señorita. No hay por que alterarse&lt;br /&gt;No se deslumbre señorita, no quiera usted dejar engañarse&lt;br /&gt;Haga oido sordo, ponga fin a las traiciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deje que la brisa sople&lt;br /&gt;Que las hojas caigan&lt;br /&gt;Que el sol llegue al horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Porque a nadie tiene que dedicarle el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-114860264375974067?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114860264375974067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114860264375974067&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114860264375974067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114860264375974067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/piece-of-advice.html' title='Piece of advice'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114860058778727267</id><published>2006-05-25T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:49:44.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A (crappy) day in the life of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that for a while now me he acostumbrado a sleep in, tar chill, be lazy etc. etc. Pero not like this!! (warning: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;health is completely taken for granted&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pos toy yo ayer en casa de mi abuela, pa una comida k mi prima cumple años. Me di una jartura de tacos, uff, buenisimos. I get home y me echo hora y media (hey, I woke up super early, at 9am!). Get up, etudio un chin, y cojo pa la Alianza a coge mi examen. Salgo temprano, cojo pa casa de una amiga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My stomachs acting kinda weird&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, nada del otro mundo. Im supposed to be hungry by 9:30! So pico par de cosa donde mi amiga, and I head home. A todo esto toy tupia, pq me ta comenzando una gripe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro al carro (deje el cel botao) 8 missed calls. Ok. Voy por la Sarasota, subiendo la Churchill ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay si manita you sound sick&lt;/span&gt;"). Feelin kinda woozy... wait... woah... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somethings not right&lt;/span&gt;!!. Hold on, you can make it!!. Toy doblando en el semaforo de la Kennedy, towards la Lincoln. Not good not good. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aguantate muchacha el diablo&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;En plena Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;, en frente de Fedex.... Nasty nasty. I threw up :(. Me calme un poco justo cuando el semaforo se puso verde. Doblo ahi en Fedex, look for a side street. Mi estomago no se ta quieto =/. El guardia del edificio de enfrente donde llegue a parquearme nama me mira con eta cara de "WTF?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/girl_throwing_up.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/girl_throwing_up.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home. Breathe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck i feel crappy&lt;/span&gt;. Voy donde my parents. (Como entrate? Pq tu no tiene llave? Donde fue k la dejate? Oye que....) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOMITE EN LA LINCOLN!!!&lt;/span&gt;. Ay mi hija esto como que anda (le paso a mi hermanita a few days ago). Oye bebete un chin de agua. Voy donde mi hermana pa k me añoñen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(no encuentro a nadie k me añoñe)&lt;/span&gt;. Try and get some sleep. Llego al baño justo a tiempo pa otra ronda. Hasta los tacos llegue (yuck!). I cant sleep. Y me siento k toy caliente. No me puedo bebe nada pa la fiebre por la inestabilidad de mi etogamo. So I go watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching 'Beautiful people' (muy apera por cierto) siento k me sube la fiebre. Mielda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y ahora&lt;/span&gt;. I make some calls but everyones asleep. Ok dejame levanta a eta gente. =/. Maaaaami... toy calienteeeee. Dont remember what she said. Something about wanting to sleep. =/. And that i should get some 7up. Que cosa. After a lil while I go back. Paaaapi... i cant sleep!. He pats me in the back and goes back to sleep. This time, entre el dolor de cabeza, la fiebre y la sensacion de ... bueno. You get it. Im like O SEA. So I find Clo online, k me calma un chin (thanks hun &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;). Y vuelvo again con ete, what does it take for u guys to get IM SICK AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO&lt;/span&gt;. (maybe i did, pero no en ese estado, i couldnt think!). So my moms just nagging about how i should let her sleep, im complaining about que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no es de maldad k los quiero levanta&lt;/span&gt;, k en verdad me siento mal, and my dads telling me k no me ponga asi!! Y ENTONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami me calma un chin, depue de todo el mini show. Y vuelvo al cuarto, y Clo to the rescue again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a shower de agua fria, buscate un bowl con cubitos de hielo y moja una toalla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TAN TAN&lt;/span&gt;. Mi papa en la puerta. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que quieres&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nada para ver como estabas&lt;/span&gt;. Y yo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ah si, depue k me botate del cuarto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yo no te bote del cuarto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aja, like patting me on the back is good enough&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No te ponga asi Alicia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mira si vienes a discutir ya me siento lo suficientemente mal. Estoy super brava contigo y creo que estoy en todo el derecho. By the way, im dissapointed too. &lt;/span&gt;(I was so mad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las llamadas que hice calls  me back. (Desde Hawaii!). Con mucho amor y paciencia they listen to the whole story. Depue cheer me up explaining how the island hes on is the lost paradise and the sunsets and all that. :). So buco una toalla, la mojo y me la pongo en la cara. En el tummy. En el cuello. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt; que sensacion mas yummy. I finally get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a total guilt trip next day. Checking on me since 7am. Me dijo k shed be doing that every 2 hours. Literally. Beein all nice and stuff. Bebi un chin de sopa and Gatorade. Im feeling better now. Nama me falta la gripe.&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/17210840-114860058778727267?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114860058778727267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114860058778727267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114860058778727267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114860058778727267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/crappy-day-in-life-of.html' title='A (crappy) day in the life of...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114842046901790417</id><published>2006-05-23T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:34:21.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy people, happy moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues i was bored (consecuencia directa de mi trabajo como Vaga Profesional), y  me puse a buscar foticas para un slide show, and this is what came out. Curiosamente están representados todos los grupos i hang out with (with very few exceptions, love u Mahia) y todos los que considero my closest friends (you know Nomis, its not my fault ur not in here). En fin, un resumen de algunos de los momentos mas felices de mi vida, parte importante de la aventura de fines de 2005 y lo que va de este año.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-09.slide.com/widgets/slidetickerex.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="site=widget-09.slide.com&amp;channel=4383753" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-114842046901790417?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114842046901790417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114842046901790417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114842046901790417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114842046901790417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-people-happy-moments.html' title='Happy people, happy moments'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114814949991902426</id><published>2006-05-20T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:10:56.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just me, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/10098325-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/10098325-O.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more here than meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Lady Murasaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You pretend to know, you dare to guess&lt;br /&gt;You imply and you assume&lt;br /&gt;You repeat and you conclude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont just think its four, because theres a two and a two&lt;br /&gt;Dont blur me into the image of the masses and the unforgiveness of the stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;And never try to put me in your neat little box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you mold. Control. Define.&lt;br /&gt;As if my future were written and my fortune told.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be confused. Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I choose&lt;/span&gt;. Change. Determine who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think you've got it figured out, dont be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a little more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/17210840-114814949991902426?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114814949991902426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114814949991902426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114814949991902426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114814949991902426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-me-but_20.html' title='just me, but...'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114745631447960881</id><published>2006-05-12T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:31:26.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/mad%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/400/mad%20face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;QUE PIQUE. O sea. Que pique. Mi querido &lt;a href="http://elgeorge.blogspot.com"&gt;amigo&lt;/a&gt; dira que we've been over this before, pero ni modo, que el blog, aparte de ser un medio de expresion, es un medio de desahogo, and this is my current moOd.  (En iTunes puse Hoobastank - Pieces) El punto, es que ive been single for a while now, right? and thats cool, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;im happy&lt;/span&gt;, tengo muchisimos amigos que quiero y adoro, acabe mi uni, i got my priorities straight, mi familia ta bien, etc etc. No me siento dike &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh dios&lt;/span&gt;, i need a man in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Referring to past dating experiences, apparently (bueno, apparently no, es verdad) yo desde muy rapido me ilusiono mucho, so i care too much, get too into it, y con esta actitud i screw it up, scare em away, sufro sin necesidad, whatever. So, Ive been tinkin about this for a while now y he tratado de grow up, follow my own advice y cogerlo suave. Les puedo decir que aunque en cuanto a mis ultimos intereses romanticos se refiere, me he ilusionado igualito, pero at least lo e cogido un CHIN ma chilling and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;not let it show&lt;/span&gt;. PUES ME HA PASADO LA MISMA MIERDA mas de una vez ya. I like the guy, we kinda click, me comienza a llama, todo muy bien, yo no la jodo, y de repente... de la nada... PUFF. No more calls. Alicia never existed. Entonces, como te importa tanto un tigre que tu no conoce? Cual es el punto de darle mente si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se supone que tu lo taba cogiendo chilling in the first place&lt;/span&gt;? Bueno, que me da pique, coñaso, me da pique. Pq cual es el punto de ponerte en esa pa de la nada dissapear. Puede ser que el pana tenga sus razones. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hes just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;", un libro que ha hecho la frasesita famosa. Ta en otra. No ta en algo serio. Whatever. El punto... e que... hay dio. No se. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not nice&lt;/span&gt;. Ya. I GIVE UP. De aqui a que me vaya a gringolandia (en 3 mese si dios quiere, a hacer mi maestria, a ver si me acabo de ir ya!) ill stick to my friends... los hombre k me dejen tranquila heh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-114745631447960881?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114745631447960881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114745631447960881&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114745631447960881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114745631447960881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114704924908977845</id><published>2006-05-07T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:26:18.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bueno, to make a long story short Bavaro acabo aperisimo (Mangu e lo madsimo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conoci un DJ y de to&lt;/span&gt;). La segunda noche andabamos con mi hermana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH DIOS&lt;/span&gt;) pero na, tuvo bien full. Couple of weekends later acabe en Cabarete, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con mi familia&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, leyeron bien hehe. Alla habia un grupo grandisimo (incluyendo mer y loly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;muah&lt;/span&gt;!) y mi Natz taba por alla tambien. This weekend bueno... no puedo conmigo! Jeviteo full :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viernes era dike Yatch party en blanc. Señores, alicia se puso sus shortcitos blancos, camisita dorada, salonazo, ya tu sabe! hehe esa foto ta por ahi by the way :) Muchisima gente, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me rei muchisimo&lt;/span&gt;, super buena onda and everything. Yo en el quinto sueño recibo una llamada a las 11:30 el sabado, que vamos pal country. Con lo palida que siempre ando yo, coger un solecito cayo de lo mas bien. Con mi amiga del alma Janina parriba y pabajo (update en el chime!). En la noche, bueno una jartura en Mitre (yo ni vi precios, pa no demayame) y depue pa Loft... donde hmm taba chulo pero i dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El domingo entra mi mama a las 12 que la acompañe pal super. Eh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como asi?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al rato entra papi que me levante. Cuando suena mi celular a lo 5 minuto estuve apunto de tirarle un coñazo a quien sea que queria aportar en quitarme el sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Llamada sorpresa!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pa la playita :D Fuimos pa guayacanes, y como todo buen dominicano se agrupa en un solo sitio, nama tuvimos k caminar un chin pa encontra un spot nitido :D Super chilling. En la noche mi mama nama me mira "Tu no pensaras salir eta noche??" . Bueno &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pues que les digo&lt;/span&gt;, mi amigo Millz llego de miami y no lo habia visto, asi que acabamos en Parkeo. Buena musiquita y ermm par de mujere del Doll en pedazos de tela... pero NA. Conoci una francesita de Terrenas que con solo 16 años sabe hacer un show de fuego (con unas cadenas k tienen attached una cosa que coje fuego, una baina aperisima!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que les digo?? Se comprobo lo que siempre digo... desde el super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chic &lt;/span&gt;Mitre hasta un rinconcito de Guayacanes... la pase increible gracias a la buena onda de mis amigos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats all for now folks! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-114704924908977845?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114704924908977845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114704924908977845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114704924908977845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114704924908977845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-2.html' title='part 2?'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114611600451359380</id><published>2006-04-26T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:36:21.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se preguntaran mis queridos amigos/bloglectores... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;where the HELL&lt;/span&gt; has alicia been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh muy facil. Ejerciendo mi PhD en Vagancia Profesional :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few things to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEMANA SANTA... en Bavaro.. con los Superamigos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to dedicate a whole chapter to this point. Heres how it went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primero dia me la pase en un carro desde las 11am hasta las 8pm. Sali, buscar a Mich y Hugo, buscar mi car, buscar a Pitu, y off we go... or do we? Paramos a comer, vamo donde Hugo a buca tickets de gasolina, pa la bomba donde nos lo cambian. Pal aeropuerto a buscar a Pollito. Nos juntamos con la otra parte del grupo, Nassim, Ozary, Carlitos y Rudy. Full. Ellos no han comido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/pollo%20victorina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/pollo%20victorina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primera foto: pollos victorina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De camino, nos paramos en el Jumbo de Romana pa hacer las compras. O sea duramos 2 horas, entre relajo y relajo :P... aqui, da crew, y el total de la compra. (falta Michelle, la fotografa!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/jumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/jumbo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/cha%20ching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/cha%20ching.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien hay una foto de nosotros en Sema por ahi but i dont particularly remember how or why we ended up there =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So na llegamos... eplotaisimos... we divide the rooms... ah ah claro... nos la pasamos bebiendo EL CAMINO ENTERO =x  no pics about that sorry hehe.. y llegue o sea yo tenia un sueño.. .KNOCKED OUT... hicieron sanduche y ni me entere :( Nos quedamos las chicas chimeando ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day.. PA LA PLAYITA... o sea bavaro is bee u ti full señores sientanse orgullosos de su pais!! We found a spot, el hielo, el romo, 7up (vodka pa las chicas :P) y NITIDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/figureando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/figureando.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/en%20la%20playita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/en%20la%20playita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/cute%20couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/cute%20couple2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/las%20girlas%20figuriando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/las%20girlas%20figuriando.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues les cuento que todo muy bien... cept for one minor detail. Our friend pollito ha comprado un board, de estos chiquitos, como pa surf pero en la orillita ahi. Full. Los muchachos quieren inventar. Right. Nassim lo intenta, full. Carlos se da un solo etrallon... we thought he was kidding! (two days later we find out k se le disloco el hombro) Bueno aqui ta Chicken Little doin his thing... y Carlos el pobre adolorido heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/carlos%20inventando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/carlos%20inventando.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/carlos%20mimendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/carlos%20mimendo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todo esto, cuando llegamos al aparta hotel (super lindo y super cheap, by the way! en el mimito pueblo) Nassim ta que tiene el pie hinchao. Pa cuando everyones ready pa coge calle, ay que llevarlo al hospital!! OH DIOS... the poor thing... le pusieron un yeso y todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/always%20smilin%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/always%20smilin%27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO THE REALLY FUNNY PART (hehehe) es cuando le pedimos a la nurse del hospital que le tome una foto al crew... and well... this is what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/say%20cheese%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/400/say%20cheese%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and well... as a result.. we LAUGHED OUR ASSES OFF! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/que%20risa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/que%20risa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya son la 1 am.. pero na the show must go on! Pasamos a buscar a Tete y llegamo a News (una dicoteca nueva, super chula!) La musica aperisima, were like wow k cool! Tanto asi que llegamos a Mangu (o sea, lo que esperaba y mas!! eso e increible) a las 5 am, nada mas y nada menos. Duramo un rato abajo (dosis obligatoria de regueton) pero el DJ de musiquita has us mesmerized :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/just%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/just%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/ruddy%2C%20mich%2C%20tete%2C%20hugo%2C%20pitu%20y%20yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/320/ruddy%2C%20mich%2C%20tete%2C%20hugo%2C%20pitu%20y%20yo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/en%20la%20disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/en%20la%20disco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/6%20in%20the%20morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/6%20in%20the%20morning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;tOp right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;: just me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;abajo izq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;: con hugo y Marta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;abajo derecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;: mari jac, pollito, mich y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The other pic!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No los quise dejar esperando... so hagamos un famous Yani goodbye... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&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/17210840-114611600451359380?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114611600451359380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114611600451359380&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114611600451359380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114611600451359380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/04/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17210840.post-114542876877914154</id><published>2006-04-19T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:13:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(someTimes i feel liKe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...Miss meMento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/1600/cat-reminder-on-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8145/1653/200/cat-reminder-on-finger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17210840-114542876877914154?l=bitofwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/114542876877914154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17210840&amp;postID=114542876877914154&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114542876877914154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17210840/posts/default/114542876877914154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitofwonderland.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-feel-like.html' title='(someTimes i feel liKe)'/><author><name>*-.  aliCe  .-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443845883006860271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_41-NN0TPbJA/SDIsnoMHyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oexwTm2aag0/S220/roomies+bday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
