<?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-34308661</id><updated>2012-02-05T21:33:34.990-08:00</updated><category term='Mario Benedetti'/><category term='Lucia Extebarria'/><category term='Green Day'/><category term='Frou Frou'/><category term='L.Q'/><category term='John Mayer'/><title type='text'>...Let it go out and you might end up where you belong...</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.
As the ussual this is me, leting it out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4597634625807290768</id><published>2012-02-02T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:42:32.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I’d have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you’re wrong? What if you’re making a mistake you can’t undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can’t pretend we hadn’t been told. We’ve all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4597634625807290768?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4597634625807290768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4597634625807290768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4597634625807290768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4597634625807290768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2012/02/couple-of-hundred-years-ago-benjamin.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2131661538858240828</id><published>2012-01-25T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:59:43.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El lado oscuro del corazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59NmWOuFtlw/TyBfJTL5uLI/AAAAAAAAP_U/Hs_6-PoQvss/s1600/1992%2BEl%2Blado%2Boscuro%2Bdel%2Bcorazon%2B%2528foto%2529%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59NmWOuFtlw/TyBfJTL5uLI/AAAAAAAAP_U/Hs_6-PoQvss/s320/1992%2BEl%2Blado%2Boscuro%2Bdel%2Bcorazon%2B%2528foto%2529%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701661741624703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me importa un pito que las mujeres tengan los senos como magnolias o como pasas de higo, un cutis de durazno o de papel de lija. Le doy una importancia igual a cero al hecho de que amanezcan con un aliento afrodisíaco o con un aliento insecticida. Soy perfectamente capaz de soportar una nariz que sacaría el primer premio en una exposición de zanahorias, pero eso sí, y en esto soy irreductible, no les permito, bajo ningún pretexto, que no sepan volar. Si no saben volar, pierden el tiempo conmigo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2131661538858240828?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2131661538858240828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2131661538858240828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2131661538858240828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2131661538858240828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-lado-oscuro-del-corazon.html' title='El lado oscuro del corazon'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59NmWOuFtlw/TyBfJTL5uLI/AAAAAAAAP_U/Hs_6-PoQvss/s72-c/1992%2BEl%2Blado%2Boscuro%2Bdel%2Bcorazon%2B%2528foto%2529%2B02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9067864818306644628</id><published>2012-01-24T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:50:43.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”&lt;br /&gt;—   Dr Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9067864818306644628?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9067864818306644628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9067864818306644628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9067864818306644628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9067864818306644628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-all-little-weird-and-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6987282506840993873</id><published>2012-01-17T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:22:51.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Simple Truths We Often Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEG6nJi-M3Q/TxWgVjB0zkI/AAAAAAAAP_I/hrmRO5qHyYs/s1600/tumblr_lvcnxoe4Xz1qdl9dfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEG6nJi-M3Q/TxWgVjB0zkI/AAAAAAAAP_I/hrmRO5qHyYs/s320/tumblr_lvcnxoe4Xz1qdl9dfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698637195547823682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we find ourselves running in place, struggling to get ahead simply because we forget to address some of the simple truths that govern our potential to make progress.  So here’s a quick reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The acquisition of knowledge doesn’t mean you’re growing.  Growing happens when what you know changes how you live.&lt;br /&gt;    You can’t have good ideas unless you’re willing to generate a lot of bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;    A good idea without action is worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    Change is often resisted when it is needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;    Discipline is choosing what you want most over what you want right now.  Read The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.&lt;br /&gt;    People seldom do things to the best of their ability.  They do things to the best of their willingness.&lt;br /&gt;    You can’t change other people; you can only offer guidance, and lead by example.&lt;br /&gt;    Right now, there’s a lot you don’t know.  And if you never challenge your own beliefs, the list will never shrink.&lt;br /&gt;    If you’re talking to someone you don’t know well, you may be talking to someone who knows way more about the topic of conversation than you do.&lt;br /&gt;    The most common and harmful addiction in the world is the draw of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;    Growth begins at the end of your comfort zone.  Stepping outside of your comfort zone will put things into perspective from an angle you can’t grasp now.&lt;br /&gt;    When you spend time worrying, you’re simply using your imagination to create things you don’t want.&lt;br /&gt;    It’s usually only as good or bad as you think it is.  Most of what we see is only what we think about what we see.&lt;br /&gt;    Most of the bad things you worry about will never happen.  Most of the bad things that do happen will have never have crossed your worried mind.&lt;br /&gt;    Some circumstances are uncontrollable, but we can always decide how we react to those circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;    Those who complain the most, accomplish the least.&lt;br /&gt;    Whenever somebody discredits you, and tells you that you can’t do something, keep in mind that they are speaking from within the boundaries of their own limitations.&lt;br /&gt;    Every problem you have in your life right now is your responsibility, regardless of who initially caused it.&lt;br /&gt;    It’s not so much about finding opportunities as it is about creating them.&lt;br /&gt;    Having a plan, even a flawed one at first, is better than no plan at all.&lt;br /&gt;    Paving your own road is intelligent only if nobody has gone exactly where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;    What you do every day matters more than what you do every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;    What you don’t start today won’t be finished by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;    If you’re waiting for the perfect conditions, ideas or plans to get started, you’ll never achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;    Doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive than doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    Putting something off makes it instantly harder and scarier.&lt;br /&gt;    You cannot change what you refuse to confront.&lt;br /&gt;    If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.&lt;br /&gt;    The harder you work, the luckier you will become.&lt;br /&gt;    Kindness and hard work together will always carry you farther than intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;    Lots of successful people have failed as many times as they have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;    Failures are simply lessons that help you prepare for next time.&lt;br /&gt;    Being successful is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;    To be successful does not mean you have to dominate others; it means you have to dominate your own potential.&lt;br /&gt;    Your success isn’t just about you.  It’s about how you positively impact the lives around you.&lt;br /&gt;    Being busy and being productive are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;    Being happy and being successful are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;    You have every right to be happy, but it’s up to YOU and only YOU to exercise that right.  Read Stumbling on Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone you meet is better than you at something.  We all have different strengths.  What worked for someone else might not work for you.&lt;br /&gt;    When you’re worried about what others think of you, you’re really just worried about what you think of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;    The bad news: nothing is permanent.  The good news: nothing is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;    You don’t have to settle.  It’s simply a choice you make every day.  If you don’t like your life, then it’s time to start making changes and better choices.&lt;br /&gt;    There’s no such thing as ‘risk free.’  Everything you do or don’t do has an inherent risk.&lt;br /&gt;    No matter how smart you are, you will make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;    Problems, when they arise, are rarely as painful and hurtful as the process of fearing them.&lt;br /&gt;    Confusion isn’t a bad thing.  It means you’re growing and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;    Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.&lt;br /&gt;    In the beginning, you need to say “yes” to a lot of things to discover and establish your goals.  Later on, you need to say “no” to a lot of things and concentrate on your goals.&lt;br /&gt;    Even if it doesn’t cost any money, it’s not free if it takes up your time.&lt;br /&gt;    No matter how you make a living or who you think you work for, you only work for one person, yourself.  The big question is:  What are you selling, and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;    Money makes life easier only when it’s yours free and clear.  The stress of financial debt can change a person.&lt;br /&gt;    The fewer possessions you own, the more you will use and enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;    Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;    There is good reason why you should wake each morning and mindfully consider what and who you will give your day to:  Because unlike other things in life - love, money, respect, good health, hope, opportunities, and many more - time is the one thing you can never get back once it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;    Cutting your losses is often better than the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;    We sometimes do things that are permanently foolish just because we are temporarily upset.&lt;br /&gt;    Screaming at people always makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone likes a person who gets straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;    First impressions are oftentimes inaccurate judgments of a person’s true character.&lt;br /&gt;    When you’re up, your friends know who you are.  When you’re down, you know who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;    If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you.  You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.&lt;br /&gt;    When someone truly loves you, they don’t ever have to say a word.  You will be able to tell simply by the way they treat you over the long-term.&lt;br /&gt;    We rarely lose friends, we usually just figure out who our real ones are.&lt;br /&gt;    Just because one person doesn’t seem to care for you, doesn’t mean you should forget about everyone else who does.&lt;br /&gt;    Family isn’t always blood.  They’re the people in your life who want you in theirs – the ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;    Good looks attracts the eyes.  Personality attracts the heart.&lt;br /&gt;    In human relationships, distance is not measured in miles but in affection.  Two people can be right next to each other, yet miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;    Being nice to someone you dislike doesn’t mean you’re fake.  It means you’re mature enough to control your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;    If you aren’t happy being single, you won’t be happy in a relationship.  You have to create your own life first before you can share it with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;    Whenever you hate someone or something, you are giving that person or thing a piece of your heart.  Read The Road Less Traveled.&lt;br /&gt;    Life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you.&lt;br /&gt;    It’s better to be alone than to be in bad company.&lt;br /&gt;    Saying “no” to right people gives you the time and resources required to say “yes” to right opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;    When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;    You can raise the bar or you can wait for others to raise it.  Either way, it’s getting raised.&lt;br /&gt;    In life you get what you put in.  If you want love, give love.  If you want friends, be friendly.  If you want money, provide value.  It really is this simple.&lt;br /&gt;    Cynicism might seem warranted at times, but it’s never useful.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone dies, some sooner than later, and often unexpectedly.  To know this means you are alive, with a chance to make the time you have left count.&lt;br /&gt;    You are in competition with one person and one person only – yourself.  You are competing to be the best you can be.&lt;br /&gt;    Trying to be somebody you’re not is a sure path to self-hate, and a waste of the person you are.&lt;br /&gt;    It’s better to be disliked for who you are than to be liked for who you are not.&lt;br /&gt;    Giving up doesn’t always mean you’re weak, sometimes it means you are strong enough and smart enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;br /&gt;    You can’t make the same exact mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s no longer a mistake, it’s a choice.&lt;br /&gt;    Not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;    You never have to deal with more than one moment at a time.&lt;br /&gt;    Many of the greatest lessons we learn in life we don’t seek on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;    You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;    A harsh fact of life:  Bad things do happen to good people.&lt;br /&gt;    Regardless of the situation, the sun rises the next day and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;    You never know how strong you really are until being strong is the only choice you have.&lt;br /&gt;    We end up regretting the things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;br /&gt;    We meet no ordinary people in our lives.  If you give them a chance, everyone has something amazing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;    Every passing face on the street represents a story every bit as compelling and complicated as yours.&lt;br /&gt;    People are not as beautiful as they look, as they walk, or as they talk.  They are only as beautiful as they love, as they care, and as they share.&lt;br /&gt;    Silence is often the loudest cry.  So pay attention to those you care about.&lt;br /&gt;    Making one person smile can change the world.  Maybe not the whole world, but their world.&lt;br /&gt;    Blowing out another’s candle will not make yours shine brighter.&lt;br /&gt;    No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn’t trying.&lt;br /&gt;    Things turn out best for people who make the best out of the way things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;    Life is short.  If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/01/15/101-simple-truths-we-often-forget/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-6987282506840993873?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6987282506840993873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6987282506840993873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6987282506840993873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6987282506840993873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2012/01/101-simple-truths-we-often-forget.html' title='101 Simple Truths We Often Forget'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEG6nJi-M3Q/TxWgVjB0zkI/AAAAAAAAP_I/hrmRO5qHyYs/s72-c/tumblr_lvcnxoe4Xz1qdl9dfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8649634432107315294</id><published>2011-12-20T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:24:33.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8649634432107315294?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8649634432107315294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8649634432107315294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8649634432107315294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8649634432107315294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-radical-change-in-your-lifestyle.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2927942692732715738</id><published>2011-12-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:59:24.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sal con una chica que lee</title><content type='html'>Sal con una chica que lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal con alguien que se gasta todo su dinero en libros y no en ropa, y que tiene problemas de espacio en el clóset porque ha comprado demasiados. Invita a salir a una chica que tiene una lista de libros por leer y que desde los doce años ha tenido una tarjeta de suscripción a una biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encuentra una chica que lee. Sabrás que es una ávida lectora porque en su maleta siempre llevará un libro que aún no ha comenzado a leer. Es la que siempre mira amorosamente los estantes de las librerías, la que grita en silencio cuando encuentra el libro que quería. ¿Ves a esa chica un tanto extraña oliendo las páginas de un libro viejo en una librería de segunda mano? Es la lectora. Nunca puede resistirse a oler las páginas de un libro, y más si están amarillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es la chica que está sentada en el café del final de la calle, leyendo mientras espera. Si le echas una mirada a su taza, la crema deslactosada ha adquirido una textura un tanto natosa y flota encima del café porque ella está absorta en la lectura, perdida en el mundo que el autor ha creado. Siéntate a su lado. Es posible que te eche una mirada llena de indignación porque la mayoría de las lectoras odian ser interrumpidas. Pregúntale si le ha gustado el libro que tiene entre las manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invítala a otra taza de café y dile qué opinas de Murakami. Averigua si fue capaz de terminar el primer capítulo de Fellowship y sé consciente de que si te dice que entendió el Ulises de Joyce lo hace solo para parecer inteligente. Pregúntale si le encanta Alicia o si quisiera ser ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es fácil salir con una chica que lee. Regálale libros en su cumpleaños, de Navidad y en cada aniversario. Dale un regalo de palabras, bien sea en poesía o en una canción. Dale a Neruda, a Pound, a Sexton, a Cummings y hazle saber que entiendes que las palabras son amor. Comprende que ella es consciente de la diferencia entre realidad y ficción pero que de todas maneras va a buscar que su vida se asemeje a su libro favorito. No será culpa tuya si lo hace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo menos tiene que intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miéntele, si entiende de sintaxis también comprenderá tu necesidad de mentirle. Detrás de las palabras hay otras cosas: motivación, valor, matiz, diálogo; no será el fin del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fállale. La lectora sabe que el fracaso lleva al clímax y que todo tiene un final, pero también entiende que siempre existe la posibilidad de escribirle una segunda parte a la historia y que se puede volver a empezar una y otra vez y aun así seguir siendo el héroe. También es consciente de que durante la vida habrá que toparse con uno o dos villanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué tener miedo de lo que no eres? Las chicas que leen saben que las personas maduran, lo mismo que los personajes de un cuento o una novela, excepción hecha de los protagonistas de la saga Crepúsculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te llegas a encontrar una chica que lee mantenla cerca, y cuando a las dos de la mañana la pilles llorando y abrazando el libro contra su pecho, prepárale una taza de té y consiéntela. Es probable que la pierdas durante un par de horas pero siempre va a regresar a ti. Hablará de los protagonistas del libro como si fueran reales y es que, por un tiempo, siempre lo son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le propondrás matrimonio durante un viaje en globo o en medio de un concierto de rock, o quizás formularás la pregunta por absoluta casualidad la próxima vez que se enferme; puede que hasta sea por Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonreirás con tal fuerza que te preguntarás por qué tu corazón no ha estallado todavía haciendo que la sangre ruede por tu pecho. Escribirás la historia de ustedes, tendrán hijos con nombres extraños y gustos aún más raros. Ella les leerá a tus hijos The Cat in the Hat y Aslan, e incluso puede que lo haga el mismo día. Caminarán juntos los inviernos de la vejez y ella recitará los poemas de Keats en un susurro mientras tú sacudes la nieve de tus botas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal con una chica que lee porque te lo mereces. Te mereces una mujer capaz de darte la vida más colorida que puedas imaginar. Si solo tienes para darle monotonía, horas trilladas y propuestas a medio cocinar, te vendrá mejor estar solo. Pero si quieres el mundo y los mundos que hay más allá, invita a salir a una chica que lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mejor aún, a una que escriba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rosemary Urquico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2927942692732715738?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2927942692732715738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2927942692732715738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2927942692732715738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2927942692732715738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/12/sal-con-una-chica-que-lee.html' title='Sal con una chica que lee'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4617502482125565564</id><published>2011-12-01T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:24:39.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”&lt;br /&gt;—  Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4617502482125565564?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4617502482125565564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4617502482125565564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4617502482125565564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4617502482125565564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-fascinated-by-people-who-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2092075029040612053</id><published>2011-11-10T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:44:59.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“La única gente que me interesa es la que está loca, la gente que está loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando igual que arañas entre las estrellas.”&lt;br /&gt;—  Jack Kerouac (fragmento de “En el camino”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2092075029040612053?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2092075029040612053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2092075029040612053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2092075029040612053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2092075029040612053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-unica-gente-que-me-interesa-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7030640354629772807</id><published>2011-11-07T08:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:06:58.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eooB-B3gkcU/TrgCHZORsbI/AAAAAAAAP94/SzDzZ9pPStU/s1600/tumblr_lmm06wz2Ug1qcc5qvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eooB-B3gkcU/TrgCHZORsbI/AAAAAAAAP94/SzDzZ9pPStU/s320/tumblr_lmm06wz2Ug1qcc5qvo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672286056726245810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7030640354629772807?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7030640354629772807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7030640354629772807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7030640354629772807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7030640354629772807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eooB-B3gkcU/TrgCHZORsbI/AAAAAAAAP94/SzDzZ9pPStU/s72-c/tumblr_lmm06wz2Ug1qcc5qvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2680081370608964650</id><published>2011-11-07T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:06:18.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”&lt;br /&gt;― Ken Kesey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2680081370608964650?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2680081370608964650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2680081370608964650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2680081370608964650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2680081370608964650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/11/answer-is-never-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3901453408272109121</id><published>2011-10-20T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:06:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The only reason we hold back, is because we think we have an endless amount of chances or that there will always be one more. But as time disappears into the past and life goes on, those chances will run out, and you’ll either live with eternal happiness for being brave, or eternal regret for holding back.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3901453408272109121?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3901453408272109121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3901453408272109121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3901453408272109121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3901453408272109121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-reason-we-hold-back-is-because-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3029537418972522019</id><published>2011-10-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:12:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbio Arabe</title><content type='html'>No digas todo lo que sabes. &lt;br /&gt;No hagas todo lo que puedes. &lt;br /&gt;No creas todo lo que oyes. &lt;br /&gt;No gastes todo lo que tienes. &lt;br /&gt;PORQUE &lt;br /&gt;El que dice todo lo que sabe. &lt;br /&gt;El que hace todo lo que puede. &lt;br /&gt;El que cree todo lo que oye, &lt;br /&gt;El que gasta todo lo que tiene. &lt;br /&gt;MUCHAS VECES &lt;br /&gt;Dice lo que no le conviene. &lt;br /&gt;Hace lo que no debe. &lt;br /&gt;Juzga lo que no ve. &lt;br /&gt;Gasta lo que no tiene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3029537418972522019?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3029537418972522019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3029537418972522019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3029537418972522019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3029537418972522019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/10/proverbio-arabe.html' title='Proverbio Arabe'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2308696489833639680</id><published>2011-10-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:10:03.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todo es cuestion de,</title><content type='html'>ACEPTACION... &lt;br /&gt;de todo lo que el otro es... &lt;br /&gt;de todo lo que el otro fue... &lt;br /&gt;de todo lo que el otro sera... &lt;br /&gt;y ... de lo que ya no es ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2308696489833639680?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2308696489833639680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2308696489833639680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2308696489833639680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2308696489833639680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/10/todo-es-cuestion-de.html' title='todo es cuestion de,'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1653799884794352382</id><published>2011-10-04T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:54:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Para Adán, el paraíso era donde estaba Eva.” — Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1653799884794352382?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1653799884794352382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1653799884794352382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1653799884794352382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1653799884794352382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-adan-el-paraiso-era-donde-estaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9181963111985063913</id><published>2011-08-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:57:48.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.</title><content type='html'>1. You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.......work,love? keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If today were the... last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma ....have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons from Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111903596904576520690515394766.html#ixzz1W0giIXdj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9181963111985063913?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9181963111985063913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9181963111985063913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9181963111985063913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9181963111985063913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/08/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6310632036878138862</id><published>2011-08-16T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:15:55.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The average person tells 4 lies a day, and 1460 a year. A total of 88,000 by the age of 6. And the most common lie is I’m fine.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-6310632036878138862?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6310632036878138862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6310632036878138862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6310632036878138862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6310632036878138862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/08/average-person-tells-4-lies-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8984309096544302766</id><published>2011-06-20T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:17:42.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8984309096544302766?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8984309096544302766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8984309096544302766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8984309096544302766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8984309096544302766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-find-man-you-wish-to-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4328455058028290959</id><published>2011-03-27T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:49:02.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Raton y los Libros</title><content type='html'>Cuando estaba internado en el Hospital Dr. Eiras, comencé a tener crisis de pánico. &lt;br /&gt;Un día, decidí consultar al psiquiatra a cargo de mi caso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, me siento invadido por el miedo, me la quita la alegría de vivir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aquí en mi oficina hay un ratón que se come mis libros", dijo el médico. &lt;br /&gt;"Si me desespero de este ratón, que se oculta de mí y voy a hacer nada más en la vida, sino darle caza. &lt;br /&gt;"Por lo tanto, pongo los libros más importantes en un lugar seguro y deje que le roen algunos otros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De esta manera, sigue siendo un ratón y no se convierta en un monstruo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tenga miedo de algunas cosas y concentrar todos sus temores sobre ellos - para que tenga valor en el resto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4328455058028290959?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4328455058028290959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4328455058028290959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4328455058028290959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4328455058028290959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-raton-y-los-libros.html' title='El Raton y los Libros'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3269673123115375557</id><published>2011-03-09T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:59:00.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me get this straight...Charlie Sheen can make a "porn family", Kelsey Grammer can end a 15 year marriage over the phone, Larry King can be on divorce #9, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with EVERYONE. Yet, the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage? Really? Re-blog if you are proud to support equal rights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3269673123115375557?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3269673123115375557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3269673123115375557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3269673123115375557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3269673123115375557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-get-this-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5764816683460337645</id><published>2011-03-07T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:14:27.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No es San Valentin pero que mas da!</title><content type='html'>Hay veces que no valoramos lo que tenemos&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que valoramos lo que no nos pertenece&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que tenemos mucho y nos importa poco&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que no tenemos nada y nos gustaría tener mucho.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pero lo que realmente es importante saber y de lo que podemos estar seguros siempre, es que vale más fracasar por intentarlo que fracasar por no haber tenido la fuerza para hacerlo!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz es reconocer que vale la pena vivir la vida, a pesar de todos los desafíos y obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deja de ser víctima de los problemas y sé dueño de tu propia historia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Agradece a DIOS cada mañana por el milagro de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Jamás desistan de ser feliz, pues la vida es una sola.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia del amor hacia la vida :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5764816683460337645?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5764816683460337645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5764816683460337645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5764816683460337645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5764816683460337645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-es-san-valentin-pero-que-mas-da.html' title='No es San Valentin pero que mas da!'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8123040535232326627</id><published>2010-08-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:34:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the (real) 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 will not, 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. (Oh, by the way, all this stuff actually still applies even if you're currently commited!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8123040535232326627?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8123040535232326627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8123040535232326627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8123040535232326627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8123040535232326627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-truth.html' title='the (real) truth'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4010165369672622640</id><published>2010-08-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:26:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Attitude</title><content type='html'>Do you see the glass as half empty or half full? Maybe you look at yourself as a realist. This is just a pessimist’s way of blaming his or her misery on his or her surroundings. Reality is both good and bad – saying that something is bad even if it is, is still a pessimist’s view! You can’t change reality but what you can change is your outlook. This can only be positive, negative or indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A negative attitude creates negative things, lowers moral in you and the people around you, lowers self-esteem, and it doesn’t give off a good impression of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try very hard to have a positive outlook because I believe it makes you happier and increases your personal motivation, therefore increasing your productivity and self-esteem. This in turn makes people look upon you favourably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t confuse this with positive thinking, the law of attraction or other pseudo science. You’re not changing things with your mind, you’re physically affecting the immediate world around you with your attitude. Look at how a simple smile can change the feelings of everyone in a room. It’s a simple psychological effect, not rearranging the universe, as some people would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take hard effort and strength of mind to attain a positive attitude if you’re not used to it, but it is one of the most important things you can do. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4010165369672622640?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4010165369672622640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4010165369672622640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4010165369672622640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4010165369672622640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-attitude.html' title='Positive Attitude'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9039666683953032617</id><published>2010-07-30T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:48:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viceversa</title><content type='html'>Tengo miedo de verte &lt;br /&gt;necesidad de verte &lt;br /&gt;esperanza de verte &lt;br /&gt;desazones de verte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo ganas de hallarte &lt;br /&gt;preocupación de hallarte &lt;br /&gt;certidumbre de hallarte &lt;br /&gt;pobres dudas de hallarte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo urgencia de oírte &lt;br /&gt;alegría de oírte &lt;br /&gt;buena suerte de oírte &lt;br /&gt;y temores de oírte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sea &lt;br /&gt;resumiendo &lt;br /&gt;estoy jodido &lt;br /&gt;y radiante &lt;br /&gt;quizá más lo primero &lt;br /&gt;que lo segundo &lt;br /&gt;y también &lt;br /&gt;viceversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-Marío Benedetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9039666683953032617?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9039666683953032617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9039666683953032617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9039666683953032617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9039666683953032617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/07/viceversa.html' title='viceversa'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1663298879692472336</id><published>2010-06-20T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:11:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“ Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library. ”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1663298879692472336?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1663298879692472336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1663298879692472336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1663298879692472336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1663298879692472336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-of-us-is-losing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1366364569433129834</id><published>2010-05-31T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:44:25.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it will all depend</title><content type='html'>I’m not sure if it’s a function of advancing age or just the times we’re living in, but it’s almost impossible for me to find complete external validation in any one thought, desire, instinct or vision anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to be exactly like? Is there anybody in this world who’s laid down a template for your dreams and goals that you’d copy and paste over your own life’s story? Maybe you want to go to a music college as I did when I decided to attend Berklee College of Music in Boston. Start asking some alums whether it’s worth it and you’ll get two distinct answers. One half of the control group will tell you it’s not worth it, that you might as well just start a band and hit the road. The other half will tell you that it was the flash point for their music career and that without it they’d be nowhere. The answer depends on the experience had by each person you talk to. Maybe the “Nos” spent their semesters curled up in a ball fighting with their boyfriend or girlfriend on the phone and never applied themselves to making the most of the time there. You’ll never find the answer you want, just information with which to build your own idea and chart your own course.&lt;br /&gt;Take your favorite artist, the one you look up to and see as the perfect specimen of talent, values, output, whatever the case may be - and someone else has a reason why they’re not worth even a passing glance. Is “Bob Dylan: Don’t Look Back” the documentary of a genius iconoclast or was he a self absorbed pseudo-intellectual bully? It depends on who you ask. Is Jay-Z the reigning king of hip hop or is he “all business” now? It depends on who you ask. I bring up both names because if you ask me, I put them at the top of my list of people who can do very little if no wrong at all, but it won’t take long to read someone’s opposing point of view. If you’re not sure of what you love, that means you can be talked out of it, and that’s a slippery slope.&lt;br /&gt;Is your boyfriend cute? Was Hurt Locker the best movie of the year? Are you going to go out in those shoes? Should you take the promotion and move to Boston? Did I wear “Hammer” pants on stage in Houston or is Rick Owens a visionary clothing designer?&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a pretty great reason to stop asking all together. Nobody’s life template will ever lay evenly over yours. And in those times when they clash completely, you have to walk alone, with confidence that you’re creating your own template, made out of your own instincts and your own dreams and your own goals. And if you do it long enough, maybe someone someday will look to yours as the life to model theirs after. Of course, some people won’t agree with them. It will all depend on who they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1366364569433129834?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1366364569433129834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1366364569433129834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1366364569433129834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1366364569433129834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-will-all-depend.html' title='it will all depend'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7518423566711292472</id><published>2010-03-05T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:12:13.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; es &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; y hay una sola manera de decirlo: Diciendo &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; no se dice de mandera indirecta, ni con gestos, ni con silencios, se dice de una sola vez, sin explicaciones,  ni justificaciones.&lt;br /&gt;BASTA no se dice bajando la cabeza , ni llorando, se dice con entonacion firme, pero sin gritar. Es un &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; para el otro, porque ya fue un &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; para uno mismo y no puede dejar de ser y en ese momento. No se dice de rodillas, porque es un acto de dignidad. Es un &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; que surge de la necesidad de libertad, de ser dueno de las propias decisiones. Decir &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; no es olvidarse del pasado es una correcion del presente pensando en el futuro y solo quien sabe decir &lt;strong&gt;BASTA&lt;/strong&gt; puede decir de &lt;strong&gt;AHORA EN MAS&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-Anonimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7518423566711292472?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7518423566711292472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7518423566711292472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7518423566711292472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7518423566711292472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/03/basta.html' title='Basta'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4324829089388187013</id><published>2010-01-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:05:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.- my wish for you</title><content type='html'>May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can; and I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4324829089388187013?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4324829089388187013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4324829089388187013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4324829089388187013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4324829089388187013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-my-wish-for-you.html' title='2010.- my wish for you'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8799080181183775056</id><published>2009-12-30T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:38:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe</title><content type='html'>I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing…kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8799080181183775056?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8799080181183775056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8799080181183775056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8799080181183775056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8799080181183775056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-believe.html' title='i believe'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5019120663557316377</id><published>2009-12-09T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:34:58.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello stranger...</title><content type='html'>Feels like we've barely spoken. And yet, there's still so much unspoken, isn't there? It's not as if time and distance don't make it next to impossible to reach each other, plus, you're busy, I'm busy and these things tend to fall by the wayside. Is that how it's always going to be? You and I on separate corners of the universe, barely acknowledged thoughts hidden in the back of each other's minds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way you wanted it to be? Maybe Im just making too much of this.. Maybe we've always made too much of this. But you always had a way of making me see things clearly, and with you in a world away from here, I think Im loosing that vision... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just the image I conjure up when I feel like that's all I can hold onto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met someone in the club. He had dark, sparkling eyes and he made me smile. And then I thought about the world's fascinating faces out there .. and somehow, I came back around to thinking about you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5019120663557316377?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5019120663557316377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5019120663557316377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5019120663557316377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5019120663557316377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-stranger.html' title='hello stranger...'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9080784638934734499</id><published>2009-12-05T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:07:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>believing in what's possible...</title><content type='html'>Maybe it began with coloring outside the lines. &lt;br /&gt;Eating ice cream with a fork. Or wearing your mom's shoes because the were more glamorous than yours. &lt;br /&gt;But somewhere early on you learned it was possible to live life beyond the rules. &lt;br /&gt;SO you traded NO for WHY NOT. And as you dared to look farther, new horizons opened up for you. &lt;br /&gt;It's a spirit we call moving forward but you may think of it simply as believing in what's possible. &lt;br /&gt;Which, as you found out long ago, also makes life a lot more fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9080784638934734499?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9080784638934734499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9080784638934734499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9080784638934734499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9080784638934734499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/12/believing-in-whats-possible.html' title='believing in what&apos;s possible...'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1794837736369949354</id><published>2009-10-27T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:14:32.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have to run faster and faster...</title><content type='html'>Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a lion wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes up, you better start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     - African Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1794837736369949354?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1794837736369949354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1794837736369949354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1794837736369949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1794837736369949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-to-run-faster-and-faster.html' title='We have to run faster and faster...'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3680619518951375321</id><published>2009-10-20T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:58:19.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de Michael Moore ante el Premio Nobel de la Paz a Barack Obama.</title><content type='html'>¡Felicitaciones Presidente Obama por el Premio Nóbel de la Paz – Ahora por favor gáneselo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viernes 9 de octubre de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimado Presidente Obama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué estupendo que usted haya sido reconocido como un hombre de paz. Sus pronunciamientos rápidos en el pasado – de que cerrará Guantánamo, de que regresará a casa las tropas americanas en Irak, de que desea un mundo libre de armas nucleares, su reconocimiento a los iraníes de que Estados Unidos derrocó su gobierno democráticamente electo en 1953, su grandioso discurso al mundo islámico en El Cairo, el haber erradicado la expresión inútil de “Guerra Contra el Terrorismo”, el haber detenido la tortura – todo eso ha logrado que nosotros y el resto del mundo nos sintamos más seguros, considerando el desastre de los pasados ocho años. En ocho meses usted a puesto este país en una dirección mucho más sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ironía de que a usted se la haya otorgado el premio en el 2do día del noveno año de nuestra guerra en Afganistán no se le escapa a nadie. Usted está de seguro en una encrucijada en este momento. Usted puede hacerle caso a los generales y expandir la guerra (sólo para obtener el resultado en demasía predecible de la derrota), o usted puede declarar que la guerra de Bush terminó, y traer a todos los soldados de regreso a casa. Ahora. Eso es lo que un verdadero hombre de paz haría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada de malo en que usted haga lo que el individuo anterior falló en hacer – capturar al hombre u hombres responsables de la masacre de 3,000 personas el 11 de Septiembre.. PERO USTED NO PUEDE HACER ESO CON TANQUES Y TROPAS. Usted está persiguiendo a un criminal, no a un ejército. Usted no usa dinamita para matar un ratón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Talibanes son otra historia. Ese es un problema que al pueblo de Afganistán le corresponde resolver – de la misma manera que nosotros lo hicimos en 1776, los franceses en 1789, los cubanos en 1959, los nicaragüenses en 1979 y el pueblo del Este de Berlín en 1989. Una cosa es cierta con respecto a todas las revoluciones de la gente que desea ser libre – ellos son los que tienen que conseguir su propia liberación. Los demás pueden apoyar, pero la libertad no llegará montada en un vehículo militar extranjero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted tiene que terminar nuestra intervención en Afganistán ahora. Si usted no lo hace, no tendrá otra alternativa que devolverle el premio a Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suyo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3680619518951375321?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3680619518951375321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3680619518951375321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3680619518951375321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3680619518951375321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/10/carta-de-michael-moore-ante-el-premio.html' title='Carta de Michael Moore ante el Premio Nobel de la Paz a Barack Obama.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9009623405094610974</id><published>2009-04-03T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:45:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Theory</title><content type='html'>Its a science, tries to determine underlying patterns in chaotic systems like weather, ocean currents, blood flow sort of things. But it turns out that are few things more chaotic in the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flirty stares. Its always changing on whats happening to ourselves out there its erratic sound of a bitch. But underneath all of that bump to bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and its love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire Universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal and all the dirt and makes us human. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHAULA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHAULA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9009623405094610974?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9009623405094610974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9009623405094610974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9009623405094610974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9009623405094610974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/04/chaos-theory.html' title='Chaos Theory'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3496299706060890161</id><published>2009-03-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:11:44.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3496299706060890161?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3496299706060890161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3496299706060890161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3496299706060890161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3496299706060890161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-we-have-to-get-little-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5719017328375304482</id><published>2009-01-10T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:35:16.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monólogo "Por Costumbre"</title><content type='html'>Uno llega a detenerse en el tiempo, echa un vistazo al costado izquierdo, al derecho, y comienza a hacer una especie de inventario de las cosas que pasaron, y saca las conclusiones de lo bueno y de lo malo... y yo llegué a concluir un día de tantos, en una locura, que no había nada mejor en este mundo que los niños y no había nada peor que la costumbre, pero los acostumbramos. Vamos haciendo que se parescan a nosotros. "Tiene que ser igual a su papá" dice la abuelita, como si el papá fuese la gran cosa. Y les heredamos todo, les heredamos nuestros vicios, nuestros complejos, nuestras culpas, nuestra religión, nuestro partido político y hasta nuestro quipo de futbol... para que se paresca al papá. Y luego cuando cumplen 7 años, dice la mamá "el niño se está poniendo como pesado, está como envidioso, rencoroso" y es cuando empiezan a dar los primeros síntomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego el muchacho crece, va a un bar, ve a una mujer, ella lo ve, se enamoran y tocan el cielo, el paraíso, por unos cuantos meses... hasta que por costumbre, toman la decisión acostumbrada: Se visten como de costumbre, invitan a los de costumbre, van al lugar de costumbre, se ponen enfrente de un tipo que los ve aburridamente acostumbrados a lo mismo de siempre, y les lanza a quemarropa la que sin dudas es la frase más lapidaria que se haya inventado en cualquier idioma: "los declaro marido y mujer hasta que la muerte los separe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se asuta un poco porque dice "bueno, entonces me puedo poner un poquito gordita de todos modos a éste lo tengo hasta que la muerte nos separe". El otro va por ahí, se vuelve un poco loco porque dice "a la gorda la tengode todos modos hasta que la muerte nos separe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego se vuelve más adulto, y se acostumbra a ser adulto. Y entonces se refugia en las noticias. Le agarra una cosa terrible con las noticias. Se para en la mañana y lee el periódico completo. Llega en la noche cansado del trabajo y prende el noticiero porque siempre es bueno saber que hay alguien que está más jodido que uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el tipo está ahí pendiente, hasta que de repente uno se da cuenta, se para en el camino y dice "¿Será que vivo esta vida porque me gusta, porque me la paso bien... o por costumbre?"&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Arjona, Viña 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5719017328375304482?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5719017328375304482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5719017328375304482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5719017328375304482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5719017328375304482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/01/monlogo-por-costumbre.html' title='Monólogo &quot;Por Costumbre&quot;'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7033199571794860073</id><published>2009-01-10T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:34:52.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gasté tanto tiempo en tratar de entender qué era la vida construyendo hipótesis sin sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sé que la felicidad, el amor, la amistad son utopías que generan angustias si las pretendemos completas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy creo que la vida es un buen vino, la canción que te gusta, esa sensación después de amar que te hace sentir supremo.&lt;br /&gt;Un buen postre, un gran atardecer, un partido de fútbol, un buen habano.&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo demás es un rosario de pesadillas que hay que padecer para poder encontrarte de manera esporádica con esos pequeños detalles y sentirte por instantes... Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Pocas veces se puede atrapar la vida por un tiempo continuo de dos horas.&lt;br /&gt;Aquella noche sucedió..;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7033199571794860073?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7033199571794860073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7033199571794860073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7033199571794860073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7033199571794860073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2009/01/gast-tanto-tiempo-en-tratar-de-entender.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8745706061064560601</id><published>2008-12-28T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:06:10.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious ambiguity</title><content type='html'>I wanted a perfect ending... Now, I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8745706061064560601?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8745706061064560601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8745706061064560601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8745706061064560601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8745706061064560601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/12/delicious-ambiguity.html' title='delicious ambiguity'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1871054289745595943</id><published>2008-11-12T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:09:22.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment just before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;"There is a moment. A simple moment before history gets recorded. Before it goes in the books. Before it appears as a question on a game show. Or a midterm exam. A moment right before the headline is written... &lt;br /&gt;There is a moment when history lives in the present. When we can watch it unfold in real time. Right before our eyes. And we can assume our place in it. Some people live for history. We live for the moment just before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1871054289745595943?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1871054289745595943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1871054289745595943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1871054289745595943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1871054289745595943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-just-befor.html' title='the moment just before'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3463615548383019277</id><published>2008-10-04T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:54:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaning into the fear to get a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          .- you got me at hello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3463615548383019277?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3463615548383019277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3463615548383019277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3463615548383019277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3463615548383019277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-leaning-into-fear-to-get-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5697777826339306908</id><published>2008-09-18T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:18:56.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hardcore*-</title><content type='html'>"Deep down, everyone wants to believe they can be hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;But being hardcore isn’t just about being tough. It’s about acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hardcore for once. You don’t have to be tough every minute of every day.&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay to let down your guard.&lt;br /&gt;In fact there are moments when it’s the best thing you can possibly do…&lt;br /&gt;as long as you choose your moments wisely."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5697777826339306908?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5697777826339306908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5697777826339306908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5697777826339306908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5697777826339306908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardcore.html' title='hardcore*-'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-538024764961278951</id><published>2008-09-18T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:16:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels so good when I stop.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SNJwtWu1W6I/AAAAAAAAIZ0/n8L2Ei9jKgo/s1600-h/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247380440338488226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SNJwtWu1W6I/AAAAAAAAIZ0/n8L2Ei9jKgo/s320/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop. &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/34308661-538024764961278951?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/538024764961278951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=538024764961278951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/538024764961278951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/538024764961278951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/09/feels-so-good-when-i-stop.html' title='feels so good when I stop.-'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SNJwtWu1W6I/AAAAAAAAIZ0/n8L2Ei9jKgo/s72-c/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3707314735899461575</id><published>2008-09-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:36:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... .. . .*[talking 0nly me and y0u]*. . .. ...</title><content type='html'>... .. .If i told you things i did before&lt;br /&gt;told you how i used to be&lt;br /&gt;would you go along with someone like me&lt;br /&gt; if you knew my story word for word&lt;br /&gt;had all of my history would you go along with someone like me... .. ....&lt;br /&gt;.. .i did before and had my share&lt;br /&gt;it didn't lead nowhere i would go along with someone like you&lt;br /&gt; it doesn't matter what you did&lt;br /&gt;who you were hanging with&lt;br /&gt;we could stick around&lt;br /&gt;and see this night through... .. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .and we don't care about the young folks&lt;br /&gt;talkin' 'bout the young style&lt;br /&gt;and we don't care about the old folks talkin'&lt;br /&gt;'bout the old style too and&lt;br /&gt;we don't care about their own faults talkin'&lt;br /&gt;'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .usually when things has gone this far&lt;br /&gt;people tend to disappear&lt;br /&gt;no one will surprise me&lt;br /&gt;unless you do&lt;br /&gt;i can tell there's something goin'&lt;br /&gt;on hours seems to disappear&lt;br /&gt;everyone is leaving&lt;br /&gt; i'm still with you... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... .. .it doesn't matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;where we are going too&lt;br /&gt;we can stick around and see this night through... ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3707314735899461575?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3707314735899461575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3707314735899461575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3707314735899461575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3707314735899461575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-0nly-me-and-y0u.html' title='... .. . .*[talking 0nly me and y0u]*. . .. ...'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1699488982057362675</id><published>2008-09-10T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:20:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>couting to 100</title><content type='html'>Never been much good on my own&lt;div&gt;So I'm tryin' to find somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been good at findin' much except this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spottin' you ain't been easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could use once hand, maybe two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had that spot right beside me baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That waited there just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you go hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll come seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday in the middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just might meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I'm counting to a hundred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promise I won't peek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you go hide and I come seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how much longer will this game go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess time will tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hate to hear that you're all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overlooked in search of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&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/34308661-1699488982057362675?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1699488982057362675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1699488982057362675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1699488982057362675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1699488982057362675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/09/couting-to-100.html' title='couting to 100'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2670438650421036536</id><published>2008-08-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:56:54.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SJXG7QsBUOI/AAAAAAAAIZU/PGsNCXxvp5g/s1600-h/let__s_get_crazy_by_notisia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230305263654883554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SJXG7QsBUOI/AAAAAAAAIZU/PGsNCXxvp5g/s320/let__s_get_crazy_by_notisia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wonder why people go crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder why they don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that make us hold it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2670438650421036536?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2670438650421036536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2670438650421036536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2670438650421036536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2670438650421036536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-wonder-why-people-go-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SJXG7QsBUOI/AAAAAAAAIZU/PGsNCXxvp5g/s72-c/let__s_get_crazy_by_notisia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9095034197483586987</id><published>2008-07-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:53:05.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enamorarse de un gran hombre"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Escrito por un hombre)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es la primera vez que escribo sobre nosotros los hombres que siempre nos caracterizamos por ser el sexo fuerte, aunque&lt;br /&gt;muchas veces caemos por debilidad.Un día, mi hermana lloraba en su habitación... Con mucha nostalgia, observé que mi padre se le acercó y le preguntó&lt;br /&gt;el motivo de su tristeza.Los escuché hablando por horas, pero hubo una frase tan especial que dijo mi padre esa tarde, que hasta el día de&lt;br /&gt;hoy, 8 años más tarde, la recuerdo cada mañana y me llena&lt;br /&gt;de fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi padre acariciándole el rostro, le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;"Hija mía, enamórate de un Gran Hombre y no volverás a llorarsino de alegría"Me pregunte tantas veces, cuál era la fórmula exacta para llegar a ser ese gran hombre y no dejarme vencer por las&lt;br /&gt;pequeñeces.Conforme pasan los años, descubrimos que si tan solo todos loshombres lucháramos por ser grandes de espíritu, grandes de alma y grandes de corazón...¡el mundo sería completamente distinto!.Aprendí que un Gran Hombre no es aquel que compra todo lo que desea, pues habemos tantos que hemos comprado hasta el cariño&lt;br /&gt;y el respeto de quienes nos rodean.Mi padre le decía: "No busques a un hombre que solo hable de sí mismo, sin preocuparse por ti, ni a aquel que se pase las horas&lt;br /&gt;halagando sus propios logros.No te aferres a un hombre que te critique y te diga lo mal que te ves, o lo mucho que deberías cambiar. ¿Para que quieres a un hombre que te abandonará si no cambias, por un cabello más claro, por unos ojos de otro color, o por un cuerpo más esbelto, si no supo admirar la verdadera belleza que hay en ti?" Me costó trabajo comprender! que un GRAN HOMBRE no es el que llega más alto, ni el que vive rodeado de mujeres.Un verdadero y gran hombre es aquel ser humano lleno de transparencia, que no oculta sus verdaderos sentimientos ni se refugia&lt;br /&gt;en vicios y cortinas de humo, es el que abre su corazón sin rechazar la realidad, es quien admira a una mujer por sus cimientos morales y su grandeza interior.Un Gran Hombre, es que el camina de frente, sin bajar la mirada y sabe llorar su dolor. Hoy mi hermana esta  felizmente casada, y ese Gran Hombre con quien se caso no era ni el más popular, ni el más perseguido, ni el más solicitado, nimucho menos el más adinerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese Gran Hombre es quien simplemente es quien la hace sonreír por lo mucho que han logrado juntos, por todos sus recuerdos, por cada alegría que comparten y la quiere por quien ella es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9095034197483586987?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9095034197483586987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9095034197483586987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9095034197483586987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9095034197483586987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/07/enamorarse-de-un-gran-hombre.html' title='&quot;Enamorarse de un gran hombre&quot;'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-169819397545296926</id><published>2008-07-05T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:18:38.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history-</title><content type='html'>"Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point we all have to choose: do we fall back on what we know, or do we step forward to something new? It's hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us... what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we’re making today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-169819397545296926?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/169819397545296926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=169819397545296926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/169819397545296926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/169819397545296926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/07/history.html' title='history-'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1255655713893747696</id><published>2008-06-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:07:47.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love affair with a fictional icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SGk6xFbFLTI/AAAAAAAAIZM/Hk3_wJZvxbc/s1600-h/100000354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217766258229194034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SGk6xFbFLTI/AAAAAAAAIZM/Hk3_wJZvxbc/s320/100000354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Her name has become synonymous with style and the chic, single-girl lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She represents the new woman’s funny, sharp, likable everygirl. She’s Carrie Bradshaw, possibly one of the most influential fictional characters to ever influence a generation. Sex and the City played a huge role in revolutionizing the way America views single women; presenting the idea that we do not have to be programmed primarily to achieve the cookie-cutter life targets we’ve been told we should reach for so long (marriage, house, baby, etc). Instead, the bachelorette cherishes single life, independence and freedom. The major storylines in the show, however, do center on not whether or not the characters do in fact marry, have children, or even serious relationships, but how they do it–without losing their sense of self. Being single is not the key, a sense of self is, and Carrie Bradshaw leads the way.&lt;br /&gt;Along with many other women around the world, I have always identified with Carrie. She’s all about opening your heart and your mind at the same time. She’s witty, she’s sharp, she’s sexy–but all in a very accessible, believable way. Mine and Carrie’s “storylines” have coincided as I have watched and re-watched the show and begun to experience my single life as a young woman. While I’m not near my thirties, I still feel the inevitable pull from older influences–and society in general–to “settle down,” whatever that means. For Carrie and I, marriage and “happily ever after” is not the be-all, end-all in life. And just like Carrie, I’m a career-focused girl but not necessarily as schooled or as driven as the other three women on the show.&lt;br /&gt;I feel akin to Carrie in many ways. She party's and drinks and has had a fair helping of casual dating , but at the end of the day, she’s an old-fashioned girl. She believes in the One, she believes in romance, and most of all, she believes in love. She’s sentimental and reflective. All women are complex, but I relate to Carrie a lot in this way too–her needs and feelings are often conflicted and result in charged and sometimes difficult relationships with men. She’s had to know when to walk away, and it’s bittersweet; especially in her second breakup with Aidan, whom she truly loved and respected, but it just didn’t work, and she couldn’t be what he wanted her to be. It’s never easy to strike a balance. Not just anyone will do. Mischiko Kakutani accused Carrie of “disposing” of men when she reviewed her book in Season Five; I’ve had many of my older friends and colleagues say the same thing to me. But I digress: When searching for a soulmate, one can never be too picky. And so continues the endless search. Carrie was looking for love, real love. “Ridiculous, consuming, can’t live without each other love.” And she found it, as we all hoped and predicted–in Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to make a sweeping judgment of the carefree single girl–Carrie and myself included–and throw out terms like “promiscuous” and the like. Aside from the ludicrous societal double-standard, I like to believe that I’ve maintained a moral compass. You can’t look back, you can only learn. Carrie is flawed. I am flawed. We trip over things, we can’t (don’t?) cook, have messy apartments and high credit card bills due to an unshakable shopping addiction. But she’s real–still fictional–but that’s what makes the show so amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writers really, really made Carrie real and relatable to all of us. We can look at her and say: “I’m her.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1255655713893747696?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1255655713893747696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1255655713893747696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1255655713893747696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1255655713893747696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-affair-with-fictional-icon.html' title='Love affair with a fictional icon'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SGk6xFbFLTI/AAAAAAAAIZM/Hk3_wJZvxbc/s72-c/100000354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2919025270491052565</id><published>2008-06-22T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:26:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>360</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SF5r8AhaIzI/AAAAAAAAIZE/f5Gzc9oQEQM/s1600-h/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SF5r8AhaIzI/AAAAAAAAIZE/f5Gzc9oQEQM/s320/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214724097218061106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now I understand what that has hovered in my head ... The pulse wants to talk and my hand can not stop ... Now I understand when eyes become indiscretion on lies and deceit ... Now that the lights are stopped and the world is still spinning, I understand, how important are the heartfelt things, that if we do not give way to feelings and desires, it is impossible clarity; that indifference covers with silences fears to lose. .. Now that it is impossible to forget feelings that arise when you're near ... Now that the devil said that attempts to disappear, I fight for what I feel; perhaps someday emerge effect and the world stops when traffic lights change color, maybe someday the world has value and formulate a sudden shift of 360 degrees ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2919025270491052565?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2919025270491052565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2919025270491052565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2919025270491052565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2919025270491052565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/360.html' title='360'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SF5r8AhaIzI/AAAAAAAAIZE/f5Gzc9oQEQM/s72-c/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-416236106971296964</id><published>2008-06-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:26:36.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seem Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her plan was very simple: spend together the rest of her days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A plan everybody consider feasible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No one doubted that they will be great friends, lovers, even soul mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She is fun, sometimes uptight and gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He is free spirit, caring and tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seem perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;But given the chance that one day the fate changed his mind.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now she wonders in the world of the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Constantly struggling between her heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now she needs time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now she only wants a hand that somehow feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-416236106971296964?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/416236106971296964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=416236106971296964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/416236106971296964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/416236106971296964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/seem-perfect.html' title='Seem Perfect'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7961911407739108492</id><published>2008-06-15T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:26:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>believing in what's possible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SFXspwf-isI/AAAAAAAAIY8/Fo8MOt6VDNg/s1600-h/Little_drops_of_fun__by_incredi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SFXspwf-isI/AAAAAAAAIY8/Fo8MOt6VDNg/s320/Little_drops_of_fun__by_incredi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332345889032898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe  it began with coloring outside the lines.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Eating ice cream with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;Or wearing your mom's shoes because the  were more glamorous than yours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But somewhere early on you learned it was possible to live life beyond  the rules.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; SO you traded NO for WHY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;And as you dared to look farther, new  horizons opened up for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's a spirit we call moving forward but you may think of it simply  as believing in what's possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Which, as you found out long ago, also makes life a lot more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &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/34308661-7961911407739108492?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7961911407739108492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7961911407739108492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7961911407739108492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7961911407739108492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/believing-in-whats-possible.html' title='believing in what&apos;s possible...'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SFXspwf-isI/AAAAAAAAIY8/Fo8MOt6VDNg/s72-c/Little_drops_of_fun__by_incredi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8809384853917890940</id><published>2008-06-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:25:41.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens For A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You never know who these people may be, but when you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in someprofound way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everything Happens For A Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small testslife would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. Safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The people you meet affect your life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are,and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Make every day count.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and setyour sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Create your own life and then go out and live it.&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/34308661-8809384853917890940?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8809384853917890940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8809384853917890940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8809384853917890940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8809384853917890940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-people-come-into-your-life.html' title='Everything Happens For A Reason'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3409215708968580624</id><published>2008-06-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:40:28.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>few things worth holding on to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SEOVuoatN_I/AAAAAAAAIY0/pfiEIFYdLhs/s1600-h/around+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SEOVuoatN_I/AAAAAAAAIY0/pfiEIFYdLhs/s320/around+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170222526380018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begin? It’s not on the calendar, it’s not a birthday, and it’s not a new year. It’s an event, big or small, something that changes us. Ideally, that gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, a way of letting go of old habits, old memories. What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning, but it's also important to remember that, amid all the crap, there are a few things worth holding on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3409215708968580624?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3409215708968580624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3409215708968580624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3409215708968580624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3409215708968580624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-things-worth-holding-on-to.html' title='few things worth holding on to'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SEOVuoatN_I/AAAAAAAAIY0/pfiEIFYdLhs/s72-c/around+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-113127974404615605</id><published>2008-05-24T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:05:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all we want is more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SDi7SIatN-I/AAAAAAAAIYs/bCWz4OEtOhg/s1600-h/random+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SDi7SIatN-I/AAAAAAAAIYs/bCWz4OEtOhg/s200/random+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204115289598146530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  lang="EN" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;There's something to be said about a glass half full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want is more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-113127974404615605?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/113127974404615605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=113127974404615605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/113127974404615605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/113127974404615605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-we-want-is-more.html' title='all we want is more.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SDi7SIatN-I/AAAAAAAAIYs/bCWz4OEtOhg/s72-c/random+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3170349577557060337</id><published>2008-05-19T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:36:34.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple, yet priceless moments in life.</title><content type='html'>1. Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts&lt;br /&gt;3. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearing your favorite song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;5. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate milkshake (or vanilla or strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;7. Giggling&lt;br /&gt;8. A good conversation&lt;br /&gt;9. The beach&lt;br /&gt;10. Finding money in your pocket from so long ago&lt;br /&gt;11. Laughing at yourself&lt;br /&gt;12. Midnight phone calls that last for hours&lt;br /&gt;13. Running through sprinklers&lt;br /&gt;14. Laughing for absolutely no reason&lt;br /&gt;15. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;16. Laughing at an inside joke&lt;br /&gt;17. Friends, every moment by their side&lt;br /&gt;18. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;19. Waking up in the morning and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses&lt;br /&gt;21. Having someone play with your hair&lt;br /&gt;22. Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;23. Watching the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;24. Making eye contact with a really cute stranger&lt;br /&gt;25. Getting home-made cookies from friends&lt;br /&gt;26. Holding hands with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;27. Knowing that somebody misses you as much as you miss them&lt;br /&gt;28. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply&lt;br /&gt;29. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think&lt;br /&gt;30. Getting depressed, watching romantic movies and eating ice cream with your girlfriends because of a stupid dumbass boy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3170349577557060337?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3170349577557060337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3170349577557060337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3170349577557060337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3170349577557060337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/05/simple-yet-priceless-moments-in-life.html' title='Simple, yet priceless moments in life.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8864598454219876133</id><published>2008-05-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:00:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right. You believe less so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;-Marilyn Monroe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8864598454219876133?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8864598454219876133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8864598454219876133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8864598454219876133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8864598454219876133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='everything happens for a reason'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1245265779725899082</id><published>2008-05-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:06:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suenios*.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Es justamente  la posibilidad de realizar un suenio lo que torna la vida interesante,  aunque existen dos cosas que impiden que una persona realice sus suenios:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Creer que son imposibles o que gracias a un repentino vuelco de la rueda  del destino veamos que se transforman en algo posible cuando menos nos  lo esperabamos. En ese momento surge el miedo a un camino que no sabemos  a donde ira a parar, a una vida con desafios desconocidos, a la posibilidad  de que las cosas a que estamos acostumbrados desaparezcan para siempre.  Nosotros queremos cambiarlo todo, y al mismo tiempo, deseamos que todo  siga igual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;,Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/34308661-1245265779725899082?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1245265779725899082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1245265779725899082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1245265779725899082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1245265779725899082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/05/suenios.html' title='suenios*.-'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7837094823745624025</id><published>2008-05-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:32:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it had to be you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SCPFbZHorBI/AAAAAAAAIYk/-i70YohP89c/s1600-h/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SCPFbZHorBI/AAAAAAAAIYk/-i70YohP89c/s320/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198215469305736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time and everything's changed,&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;All good things eventually end and get washed down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too much for friends, but not enough to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7837094823745624025?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7837094823745624025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7837094823745624025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7837094823745624025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7837094823745624025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/05/hold-me-down.html' title='it had to be you.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SCPFbZHorBI/AAAAAAAAIYk/-i70YohP89c/s72-c/Love__by_darkbutterfly6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2477689037952846995</id><published>2008-04-28T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:10:11.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.Q'/><title type='text'>we can’t stand being alone</title><content type='html'>Its not about love, its not about rejection, it’s about not being lonely. It’s about having that one person to go to when you feel like nothing makes sense. It’s about having someone to share those moments that call for a drink—maybe even a hangover. It’s about strolling down the streets holding the hand of someone who cherishes you. It’s about having that person that laughs at your silly jokes, that tells you how pretty you look without make-up, that ditches his friends to spend the night with you, that listens to you—or at least pretends to. That is what we want. It has nothing to do with whether or not it is the right person or prince charming. It is not about how you met, or what games you had to play to catch them. It is not about love or about rejection; it is about not being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;When you get that feeling that someone wants to be with you, a part of your heart fills up like an empty balloon fills up with air, and you forget everything else. You put aside your fear of getting hurt, your busy agenda, your so-called requirements… All you want is that rush that comes with the first date, the first kiss, the first night together… All you want is that feeling you get when your cell phone rings and it’s him. How your face changes without you even noticing and a smile finds its way into your expression. People wonder why is it that when it comes to love, none of us are immune to an act of stupidity, and regardless of who agrees with me, its as simple as this: we can’t stand being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2477689037952846995?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2477689037952846995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2477689037952846995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2477689037952846995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2477689037952846995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-cant-stand-being-alone.html' title='we can’t stand being alone'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-473855581203257223</id><published>2008-04-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:28:03.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious ambiguity</title><content type='html'>some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. delicious ambiguity...&lt;br /&gt;-gilda radner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-473855581203257223?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/473855581203257223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=473855581203257223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/473855581203257223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/473855581203257223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/delicious-ambiguity.html' title='delicious ambiguity'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8387196863164698706</id><published>2008-04-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:24:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBZAab161QI/AAAAAAAAIYU/_ictSDii99s/s1600-h/700130D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBZAab161QI/AAAAAAAAIYU/_ictSDii99s/s400/700130D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194410043113133314" 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/34308661-8387196863164698706?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8387196863164698706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8387196863164698706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8387196863164698706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8387196863164698706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBZAab161QI/AAAAAAAAIYU/_ictSDii99s/s72-c/700130D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5753124056978289241</id><published>2008-04-23T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:13:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It goes away. The feeling. That feeling that you have right now... today... that feeling like you can do anything. That clarity... It goes away. And you go right back to being the coward who can’t tell the person you care about how you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5753124056978289241?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5753124056978289241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5753124056978289241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5753124056978289241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5753124056978289241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-goes-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5014737381730237070</id><published>2008-04-23T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:13:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBBPPr161PI/AAAAAAAAIYM/M9EQFFk0vHQ/s1600-h/forgive_and_forget__by_SelfTitledNightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBBPPr161PI/AAAAAAAAIYM/M9EQFFk0vHQ/s320/forgive_and_forget__by_SelfTitledNightmare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192737501243692274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled… old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5014737381730237070?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5014737381730237070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5014737381730237070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5014737381730237070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5014737381730237070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and forget.'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SBBPPr161PI/AAAAAAAAIYM/M9EQFFk0vHQ/s72-c/forgive_and_forget__by_SelfTitledNightmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9045095211280941396</id><published>2008-04-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:33:17.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><title type='text'>Good Riddance</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another turning point a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;But in the end is right&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;But in the end is right&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9045095211280941396?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9045095211280941396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9045095211280941396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9045095211280941396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9045095211280941396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-677800264978263494</id><published>2008-04-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:58:17.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SAwevY_gTmI/AAAAAAAAIX8/YNV_vD4_qng/s1600-h/lingering_love_by_satanic57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SAwevY_gTmI/AAAAAAAAIX8/YNV_vD4_qng/s320/lingering_love_by_satanic57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191558269962833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there?&lt;br /&gt;    Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting it go&lt;br /&gt;hurts even worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-677800264978263494?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/677800264978263494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=677800264978263494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/677800264978263494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/677800264978263494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-they-say-you-dont-kick-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/SAwevY_gTmI/AAAAAAAAIX8/YNV_vD4_qng/s72-c/lingering_love_by_satanic57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2961643986181702361</id><published>2008-04-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:29:00.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep the good memories-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;'s simple:&lt;br /&gt;        In life, only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions, you are going to make mistakes. You’re going to hurt people. You’re going to get hurt. And if you ever want to recover... there’s really only one thing you can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end you must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;regrets&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2961643986181702361?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2961643986181702361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2961643986181702361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2961643986181702361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2961643986181702361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-s-simple-in-life-you-accept-regrets.html' title='keep the good memories-'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-82575867441361329</id><published>2008-04-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:15:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-courage: see me through&lt;br /&gt;-heart: im trusting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-82575867441361329?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/82575867441361329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=82575867441361329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/82575867441361329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/82575867441361329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/courage-see-me-through-heart-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4287977775564752134</id><published>2008-04-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:20:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JunO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_qQK0Iu9jI/AAAAAAAAIX0/xScyiFjr398/s1600-h/juno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_qQK0Iu9jI/AAAAAAAAIX0/xScyiFjr398/s320/juno3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186616436338914866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: I'm losing my faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: Think you can narrow it down for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: I guess I wonder sometimes if people ever stay together for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: You mean like couples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: Yeah, like people in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: Are you having boy troubles? I gotta be honest; I don't much approve of dating in your condition, 'cause well... that's kind of messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: Dad, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: Well, it's kind of skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: Please stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: [persisting] Tore up from the floor up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno MacGuff: Dad, it's not about that. I just need to know if it's possible for two people to stay happy together forever, or at least for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: It's not easy, that's for sure. Now, I may not have the best track record in the world, but I have been with your stepmother for 10 years now and I'm proud to say that we're very happy.&lt;br /&gt;[Juno nods]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac MacGuff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass.THAT'S THE KIND OF PERSON THAT'S WORTH STICKING WITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4287977775564752134?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4287977775564752134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4287977775564752134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4287977775564752134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4287977775564752134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/04/juno.html' title='JunO~'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_qQK0Iu9jI/AAAAAAAAIX0/xScyiFjr398/s72-c/juno3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5747058137901554163</id><published>2008-03-31T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:46:31.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clOser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_CWs0Iu9iI/AAAAAAAAIXs/NzRp030MeWw/s1600-h/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808867757127202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_CWs0Iu9iI/AAAAAAAAIXs/NzRp030MeWw/s320/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ironically silent snores woke me up and I found myself gazing at that silly lil' smirk you make when you sleep, I couldn't help but stare as I wondered what you were dreaming and what moment of anxiety made you twitch and bite your lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your silence made me gape, and I hoped you wouldn't awaken to find me looking down at you. But I looked up, as i was suddenly aware that we weren't exactly alone and still all I felt like doing was holding you closer.. closing my eyes and letting that lil' joyous tear finally roll, but I knew that somehow I’d must have made an impression on you, so I settled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5747058137901554163?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5747058137901554163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5747058137901554163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5747058137901554163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5747058137901554163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/03/closer.html' title='clOser'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R_CWs0Iu9iI/AAAAAAAAIXs/NzRp030MeWw/s72-c/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5378082248758156527</id><published>2008-03-17T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:18:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>act upon it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say of do. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…a church…a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We cannot change the inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude… I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5378082248758156527?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5378082248758156527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5378082248758156527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5378082248758156527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5378082248758156527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/03/act-upon-it.html' title='act upon it'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2297517288813971096</id><published>2008-02-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:05:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always &amp; forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R7tgpxtiy5I/AAAAAAAAIQ8/MO5tQAlvQTg/s1600-h/good_bye_daddy_by_selebant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168831268173040530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R7tgpxtiy5I/AAAAAAAAIQ8/MO5tQAlvQTg/s320/good_bye_daddy_by_selebant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R7JyQxtiy4I/AAAAAAAAIQ0/lj8AbyMacdo/s1600-h/IMG_6201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part, so much of me is made from what I learned from you. You'll be like a handprint on my heart... And now whatever way our stories end know you have rewritten mine by being my friend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2297517288813971096?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2297517288813971096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2297517288813971096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2297517288813971096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2297517288813971096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2008/02/always-forever.html' title='always &amp; forever'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R7tgpxtiy5I/AAAAAAAAIQ8/MO5tQAlvQTg/s72-c/good_bye_daddy_by_selebant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6611978584243667176</id><published>2007-12-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:28:48.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Schultz Philosophy‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R1yePN0c9BI/AAAAAAAAHUk/LVe9NJwe26M/s1600-h/pea0321_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142158858795152402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R1yePN0c9BI/AAAAAAAAHUk/LVe9NJwe26M/s320/pea0321_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the passage straight through, and you'll get the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress. ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did you do? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier? The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia (Charles Schultz)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/34308661-6611978584243667176?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6611978584243667176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6611978584243667176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6611978584243667176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6611978584243667176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/12/charles-schultz-philosophy.html' title='Charles Schultz Philosophy‏'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R1yePN0c9BI/AAAAAAAAHUk/LVe9NJwe26M/s72-c/pea0321_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2705693075403974423</id><published>2007-11-27T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:20:14.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Holiday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R00IcU42gMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/6SpHgPKMFBM/s1600-h/holiday-2006-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137772032636125378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R00IcU42gMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/6SpHgPKMFBM/s320/holiday-2006-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2705693075403974423?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2705693075403974423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2705693075403974423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2705693075403974423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2705693075403974423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday.html' title='&quot;The Holiday&quot;'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/R00IcU42gMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/6SpHgPKMFBM/s72-c/holiday-2006-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5895431621366810103</id><published>2007-10-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:16:16.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El exito:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RyKDL-42qxI/AAAAAAAAFeE/354zs5jGBD4/s1600-h/maroon+5+094-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125803567784307474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RyKDL-42qxI/AAAAAAAAFeE/354zs5jGBD4/s320/maroon+5+094-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RyKC6u42qwI/AAAAAAAAFd8/Hag7wyPOf1A/s1600-h/maroon+5+094-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se trata de si eres emprendedor, hablas varios idiomas, si eres atractivo, joven o viejo.&lt;br /&gt;El éxito se debe a cuánta gente te sonríe, a cuánta gente amas y cuántos admiran tu sinceridad y la sencillez de tu espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;Se trata de si te recuerdan cuando te vas.&lt;br /&gt;Se refiere a cuánta gente ayudas, a cuánta evitas dañar y si guardas o no rencor en tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Se trata de que en tus triunfos estén incluidos tus sueños. De si tus logros no hieren a tus semejantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es acerca de tu inclusión con otros, no de tu control sobre los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Es sobre si usaste tu cabeza tanto como tu corazón, si fuiste egoísta o generoso, si amaste a la naturaleza y a los niños y te preocupaste de los ancianos.&lt;br /&gt;Es acerca de tu bondad, tu deseo de servir, tu capacidad de escuchar y tu valor sobre la conducta. No es acerca de cuántos te siguen si no de cuántos realmente te aman.&lt;br /&gt;No es acerca de transmitir, si no cuántos te creen si eres feliz o finges estarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Se trata del equilibrio de la justicia que conduce al bien tener y al bienestar.&lt;br /&gt;Se trata de tu conciencia tranquila, tu dignidad invicta y tu deseo de ser mas, no de tener más." ¡Esto es Éxito!&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/34308661-5895431621366810103?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5895431621366810103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5895431621366810103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5895431621366810103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5895431621366810103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-exito.html' title='El exito:'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RyKDL-42qxI/AAAAAAAAFeE/354zs5jGBD4/s72-c/maroon+5+094-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-3799580404237369424</id><published>2007-10-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:32:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-hello! stranger,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels like we've barely spoken. And yet, there's still so much unspoken, isn't there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not as if time and distance don't make it next to impossible to reach each other, plus, you're busy, I'm busy and these things tend to fall by the wayside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that how it's always going to be? You and I on separate corners of the universe, barely acknowledged thoughts hidden in the back of each other's minds?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Is that the way you wanted it to be? Maybe Im just making too much of this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we've always made too much of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you always had a way of making me see things clearly, and with you in a world away from here, I think Im loosing that vision...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You're just the image I conjure up when I feel like that's all I can hold onto.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I met someone in the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had dark, sparkling eyes and he made me smile. And then I thought about the world's fascinating faces out there .. and somehow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came back around to thinking about you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-3799580404237369424?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3799580404237369424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3799580404237369424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3799580404237369424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3799580404237369424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-stranger.html' title='-hello! stranger,'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5588994806953582091</id><published>2007-10-08T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:29:06.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RwqhGtBq_AI/AAAAAAAADv0/zl_R9armyVM/s1600-h/man_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119081062997883906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RwqhGtBq_AI/AAAAAAAADv0/zl_R9armyVM/s320/man_pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/34308661-5588994806953582091?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5588994806953582091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5588994806953582091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5588994806953582091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5588994806953582091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RwqhGtBq_AI/AAAAAAAADv0/zl_R9armyVM/s72-c/man_pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8670897667974007361</id><published>2007-09-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:19:05.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>believing in what's possible*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RvlfIJJLVZI/AAAAAAAADvs/L4vImEuzHAw/s1600-h/ImageHandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114223445353911698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RvlfIJJLVZI/AAAAAAAADvs/L4vImEuzHAw/s200/ImageHandler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it began with coloring outside the lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating ice cream with a fork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or wearing your mom's shoes because the were more glamorous than yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somewhere early on you learned it was possible to live life beyond the rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO you traded NO for WHY NOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as you dared to look farther, new horizons opened up for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a spirit we call moving forward but you may think of it simply as believing in what's possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which, as you found out long ago,also makes life a lot more fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/34308661-8670897667974007361?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8670897667974007361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8670897667974007361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8670897667974007361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8670897667974007361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/09/believing-in-whats-possible.html' title='believing in what&apos;s possible*'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RvlfIJJLVZI/AAAAAAAADvs/L4vImEuzHAw/s72-c/ImageHandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6253129958694286095</id><published>2007-09-07T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:09:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerrando Capitulos*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RuG96o-Yi2I/AAAAAAAADkc/8Olec-Jv8cQ/s1600-h/Letting_Go_by_Itchitaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107572267543989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RuG96o-Yi2I/AAAAAAAADkc/8Olec-Jv8cQ/s320/Letting_Go_by_Itchitaka.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Siempre es preciso saber cuando se acaba una etapa de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si insistes en permanecer en ella mas alla del tiempo necesario, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pierdes la alegria y el sentido del resto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cerrando circulos, o cerrando puertas, o cerrando capitulos, como quieras llamarlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo importante es poder cerrarlos, y dejar ir momentos de la vida que se van clausurando. Termino tu trabajo?, Se acabo tu relacion?, Ya no vives mas en esa casa?, Debes irte de viaje?, La relacion se acabo?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puedes pasarte mucho tiempo de tu presente "revolcandote" en los porques, en devolver el cassette y tratar de entender por que sucedio tal o cual hecho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El desgaste va a ser infinito, porque en la vida, tu, yo, tu amigo, tus hijos, tus hermanos, todos y todas estamos encaminados hacia ir cerrando capitulos, ir dando vuelta a la hoja, a terminar con etapas, o con momentos de la vida y seguir adelante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No podemos estar en el presente aniorando el pasado. Ni siquiera preguntandonos porque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo que sucedio, sucedio, y hay que soltarlo, hay que desprenderse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No podemos ser ninios eternos, ni adolescentes tardios, ni empleados de empresas inexistentes, ni tener vinculos con quien no quiere estar vinculado a nosotros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Los hechos pasan y hay que dejarlos ir! Por eso, a veces es tan importante destruir recuerdos, regalar presentes, cambiar de casa, romper papeles, tirar documentos, y vender o regalar libros. Los cambios externos pueden simbolizar procesos interiores de superacion... Dejar ir, soltar, desprenderse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En la vida nadie juega con las cartas marcadas, y hay que aprender a perder y a ganar. Hay que dejar ir, hay que dar vuelta a la hoja, hay que vivir solo lo que tenemos en el presente. El pasado ya paso. No esperes que te lo devuelvan, no esperes que te reconozcan, no esperes que alguna vez se den cuenta de quien eres tu. Suelta el resentimiento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El prender "tu televisor personal" para darle y darle al asunto, lo unico que consigue es daniarte mentalmente, envenenarte, y amargarte. La vida esta para adelante, nunca para atras. Si andas por la vida dejando "puertas abiertas", por si acaso, nunca podras desprenderte ni vivir lo de hoy con satisfaccion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noviazgos o amistades que no clausuran?, Posibilidades de regresar?, Necesidad de aclaraciones?, Palabras que no se dijeron?, Silencios que lo invadieron? Si puedes enfrentarlos ya y ahora, hazlo, si no, dejalos ir, cierra capitulos. Dite a ti mismo que no, que no vuelven. Pero no por orgullo ni soberbia, sino, porque tu ya no encajas alli en ese lugar, en ese corazon, en esa habitacion en esa casa, en esa oficina, en ese oficio. Tu ya no eres el mismo que fuiste hace dos dias, hace tres meses, hace un anio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por lo tanto, no hay nada a que? volver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cierra la puerta, da vuelta a la hoja, cierra el circulo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ni tu seras el mismo, ni el entorno al que regresas ser igual, porque en la vida nada se queda quieto, nada es estatico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es salud mental, amor por ti mismo, desprender lo que ya no esta en tu vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recuerda que nada ni nadie es indispensable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ni una persona, ni un lugar, ni un trabajo. Nada es vital para vivir porque cuando tu viniste a este mundo, llegaste sin ese adhesivo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por lo tanto, es costumbre vivir pegado a el, y es un trabajo personal aprender a vivir sin el, sin el adhesivo humano o fisico que hoy te duele dejar ir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es un proceso de aprender a desprenderse y, humanamente se puede lograr, porque te repito: nada ni nadie nos es indispensable. Solo es costumbre, apego, necesidad. Pero cierra, clausura, limpia, tira, oxigena, desprendete sacudete, sueltate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay muchas palabras para significar salud mental y cualquiera que sea la que escojas, te ayudara definitivamente a seguir para adelante con tranquilidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-6253129958694286095?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6253129958694286095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6253129958694286095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6253129958694286095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6253129958694286095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/09/cerrando-capitulos.html' title='Cerrando Capitulos*~'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RuG96o-Yi2I/AAAAAAAADkc/8Olec-Jv8cQ/s72-c/Letting_Go_by_Itchitaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4073020559071368211</id><published>2007-09-02T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:08:38.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes we have to see for ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The early bird catches the worm; a stitch in time saves nine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He who hesitates is lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cant pretend we havent been told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weve all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to make our own mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to learn our own lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore, until we finally understand for ourselves like Benjamin Franklin meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4073020559071368211?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4073020559071368211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4073020559071368211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4073020559071368211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4073020559071368211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-we-have-to-see-for-ourselves.html' title='sometimes we have to see for ourselves'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5142720804898356947</id><published>2007-08-20T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:53:43.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Benedetti'/><title type='text'>Viceversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo miedo de verte&lt;br /&gt;necesidad de verte&lt;br /&gt;esperanza de verte&lt;br /&gt;desazones de verte.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de hallarte&lt;br /&gt;preocupación de hallarte&lt;br /&gt;certidumbre de hallarte&lt;br /&gt;pobres dudas de hallarte.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo urgencia de oírte&lt;br /&gt;alegría de oírte&lt;br /&gt;buena suerte de oírte&lt;br /&gt;y temores de oírte.&lt;br /&gt;o sea,&lt;br /&gt;resumiendo&lt;br /&gt;estoy jodido&lt;br /&gt;y radiante&lt;br /&gt;quizá más lo primero&lt;br /&gt;que lo segundo&lt;br /&gt;y tambien viceversa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5142720804898356947?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5142720804898356947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5142720804898356947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5142720804898356947'/><link 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the rest will follow*&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/34308661-3497793242865230675?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/3497793242865230675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=3497793242865230675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3497793242865230675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/3497793242865230675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-go-rest-will-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4381118894075948608</id><published>2007-08-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:03:12.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congelar Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrnpE6RXKEI/AAAAAAAAB20/8QMTlkQNn3w/s1600-h/Frozen_Memories_by_NepentheAddict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096360723917252674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrnpE6RXKEI/AAAAAAAAB20/8QMTlkQNn3w/s320/Frozen_Memories_by_NepentheAddict.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy al mediodía luego de comer, me fui en un lugar en la oficina donde hay una vidriera grande y se puede ver la calle, carros, gente, tráfico, y se siente el fogaje de las 12md.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada en el piso empecé a arreglar los nombres de los contactos que tengo en el celular, vaya enfermedad. Los arreglé todos por nombre y apellido… ehm... eso no importa.&lt;br /&gt;El punto, es que dejé de hacer eso, y me puse a recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que somos hoy, es la acumulación de experiencias que hemos tenidos... y, que no son más que una gran fila de recuerdos, apiñaditos, que se rozan los unos a los otros, algunos nos hacen enfurecernos, otros nos sacan un par de lágrimas, y lo más comunes (para mi), son los felices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esos recuerdos felices, que te inducen a cerrar los ojos, y te trasladan de una forma mágica a ese lugar de nuevo, con las personas que conforman ese recuerdo... y apretando los párpados piensas que ahí... en tu recuerdo, te sientes tan a gusto, que lo ves, lo sientes, lo palpas, estás en ese instante, abrazando esas imágenes, congelándolas para cuando se hayan esfumado volver a sentirlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué congelas? los olores, el tacto, ciertas miradas y en tu mente piensas y darías tu vida solo por volver a ellos.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad, quisieras que esa fuera tu realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, alguien te interrumpe y te pregunta si escuchaste la nueva noticia, y te despiertan, de repente te encuentras sentada en el piso del trabajo, pegada al vidrio, sintiendo el fogaje del mediodía con una tímida gesticulación que tiende a sonrisa en mis labios, y manteniendo los ojos cerrados dices: “No.. no escuché la nueva de hoy”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4381118894075948608?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4381118894075948608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4381118894075948608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4381118894075948608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4381118894075948608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/08/congelar-recuerdos.html' title='Congelar Recuerdos'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrnpE6RXKEI/AAAAAAAAB20/8QMTlkQNn3w/s72-c/Frozen_Memories_by_NepentheAddict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8635744832175980692</id><published>2007-08-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:05:36.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucia Extebarria'/><title type='text'>lo mejor de mi, y yO`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RriX5aRXKDI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/P4wLkgpTZOE/s1600-h/Coy_by_bellabrooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095989990930196530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RriX5aRXKDI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/P4wLkgpTZOE/s320/Coy_by_bellabrooke.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entre miradas y suspiros aquel dia preguntaste quien soy,&lt;br /&gt;y yo sorprendida por aquella pregunta inesperada me quede sin palabras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoy puedo decirte que aun sigo conociendome pero hasta ahora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo soy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muchos pensamientos. muchos lunares.suficientes amigos, bastantes conocidos. vivo de sensaciones y en mi manera me expreso para desenterrarlas. compuesta de todo lo que he encontrado en el camino, con la sonrisa como presentacion, y al mismo tiempo,mi metodo de defensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y asi como aquel dia lo lei se que,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo mejor de mí no son los ojos ni las piernas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni siquiera, a pesar de lo que digan, esos globos hinchados que me crecen veinte centímetros bajo la garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Está escondido dentro, bajo capas de grasa, bajo músculo y fibra, bajo sangre y tendones, bajo venas y huesos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor de mí lo escondí en un recoveco, tan profundo que olvidaste su existencia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se ve a primera vista, a segunda ni a tercera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se aprecia en una cena, no se lee en lo que escribo, no se explica en una página. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo mejor de mí se descubre en las ganas tercas de seguir adelante, en el esfuerzo diario por seguirme los pasos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son los cuatro millones de alfileres guardados en el fondo del bolsillo.&lt;br /&gt;Las sonrisas más francas, las caricias más tiernas, el destello de gloria entre las piernas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8635744832175980692?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8635744832175980692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8635744832175980692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8635744832175980692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8635744832175980692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/08/lo-mejor-de-mi-y-yo.html' title='lo mejor de mi, y yO`'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RriX5aRXKDI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/P4wLkgpTZOE/s72-c/Coy_by_bellabrooke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-668719421271883825</id><published>2007-08-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:45:43.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frou Frou'/><title type='text'>,let go*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink up any doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm, are you in or are you out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave your things behind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cuz it's all going off without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Scuze me, too busy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're writing your tragedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These mishaps, your bubble wrap, when, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've no idea what you're like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (So let go) So let go Mmm, jump in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well whatcha waiting for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright, '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz there's beauty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the breakdown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(So let go) Yeah, let go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just get in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's so amazing here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's alright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'Cuz there's beauty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the breakdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It gains the more it gives, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then it rises with the fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hand me that remote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such boundless, pleasure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've no time for later now, you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't await, your own arrival you've, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twenty seconds to comply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-668719421271883825?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/668719421271883825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=668719421271883825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/668719421271883825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/668719421271883825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-go.html' title=',let go*'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7490757677314509042</id><published>2007-08-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:07:13.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La mujer perfecta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrM2fKRXHEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/9GOgtmjV6hk/s1600-h/talking_it_out_is_best_by_squarecircles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094475512447179842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrM2fKRXHEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/9GOgtmjV6hk/s320/talking_it_out_is_best_by_squarecircles.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasrudin conversaba con un amigo.&lt;br /&gt;- Entonces, ¿nunca pensaste en casarte?&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, pensé –respondió Nasrudin. – En mi juventud resolví buscar a la mujer perfecta. Crucé el desierto, llegué a Damasco y conocí a una mujer muy espiritual y linda; pero ella no sabía nada de las cosas de este mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Continué viajando y fui a Isfahan; allí encontré a una mujer que conocía el reino de la materia y el del espíritu, pero no era bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, resolví ir hasta El Cairo, donde cené en la casa de una moza bonita, religiosa y conocedora de la realidad material.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y por qué no te casaste con ella?&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Ah, compañero mío! Lamentablemente ella también quería un hombre perfecto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&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/34308661-7490757677314509042?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7490757677314509042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7490757677314509042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7490757677314509042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7490757677314509042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-mujer-perfecta.html' title='La mujer perfecta'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RrM2fKRXHEI/AAAAAAAABeQ/9GOgtmjV6hk/s72-c/talking_it_out_is_best_by_squarecircles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6958008739117524976</id><published>2007-07-04T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:32:16.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too damned short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rox0GGd-ojI/AAAAAAAAADA/gC9vx76XMqU/s1600-h/spring.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083565727558836786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rox0GGd-ojI/AAAAAAAAADA/gC9vx76XMqU/s320/spring.gif" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I was healthy my whole life till I wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this past few months I've had a lot of time to lie around in bed and think about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the things that I remember best... well, those are the things that I wasn't supposed to do and I did them anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, the thing is, life is too damned short to be following these rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-6958008739117524976?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6958008739117524976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6958008739117524976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6958008739117524976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6958008739117524976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-damned-short.html' title='too damned short'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rox0GGd-ojI/AAAAAAAAADA/gC9vx76XMqU/s72-c/spring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6265712442735945616</id><published>2007-06-28T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:59:09.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 ways to maintain a healthy level of insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RoRE5Gd-oiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5NEjKudXLF4/s1600-h/IMG_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081262027360346658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RoRE5Gd-oiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5NEjKudXLF4/s320/IMG_4150.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Don t use any punctuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat with a serious face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Five Days In Advance , Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......Share..To Make Them Smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-6265712442735945616?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6265712442735945616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6265712442735945616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6265712442735945616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6265712442735945616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='20 ways to maintain a healthy level of insanity'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RoRE5Gd-oiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5NEjKudXLF4/s72-c/IMG_4150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4015685135361930265</id><published>2007-06-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:38:38.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 major firsts in every woman’s life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rn0GNfdX71I/AAAAAAAAACw/nT4E_LURMDU/s1600-h/th_thheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079222783596556114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rn0GNfdX71I/AAAAAAAAACw/nT4E_LURMDU/s320/th_thheels.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rn0F-PdX70I/AAAAAAAAACo/HA-r7w7wBs0/s1600-h/th_thtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing your virginity, of course. But even bigger: your first orgasm with someone else in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The first time you get on a plane because someone far away needs you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first time you realize that you don’t have to plead, make a scene or even have a good reason—you can just say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The day you find and use your personal Tear Suppression Device at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. The first time you step on the scale and think: fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The first time you scare the bejeezus out of yourself (Everest, anyone?) and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. Your first public-speaking triumph. (Yes, it will happen someday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The first time you take your sweetheart home to meet your parents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. …and have silent sex in your old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Crossing the finish line of your first marathon—the running kind, the work kind or the emotional kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. The first time you turn on your heel and walk away from a bad-for-you thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The first time you realize there’s someone you would walk into a burning building to save. &lt;/strong&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/34308661-4015685135361930265?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4015685135361930265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4015685135361930265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4015685135361930265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4015685135361930265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/06/12-major-firsts-in-every-womans-life.html' title='12 major firsts in every woman’s life'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rn0GNfdX71I/AAAAAAAAACw/nT4E_LURMDU/s72-c/th_thheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-5222512377913919380</id><published>2007-05-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:06:41.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true dream is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rlu0tqy4c6I/AAAAAAAAACg/qCTWAmFv5lg/s1600-h/clouds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844502210442146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rlu0tqy4c6I/AAAAAAAAACg/qCTWAmFv5lg/s320/clouds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tell ourselves that reality is better. We convince ourselves it's better that we never dream at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the strongest of us, the most determined of us, holds on to the dream or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered. We wake to find ourselves, against all odds... feeling hopeful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, if we're lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life- the true dream is being able to dream at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-5222512377913919380?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/5222512377913919380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=5222512377913919380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5222512377913919380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/5222512377913919380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-dream-is.html' title='true dream is'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rlu0tqy4c6I/AAAAAAAAACg/qCTWAmFv5lg/s72-c/clouds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2685127584324493543</id><published>2007-05-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:21:33.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rknc94nkrzI/AAAAAAAAACU/wc2fEU3apf4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064822211683331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rknc94nkrzI/AAAAAAAAACU/wc2fEU3apf4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would be childish of us to deny that our lives weren't changing. But for this night, none of us were going anywhere. That's the thing about really good friends and a really great Manhattan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2685127584324493543?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2685127584324493543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2685127584324493543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2685127584324493543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2685127584324493543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-would-be-childish-of-us-to-deny-that.html' title='the great escape ;)'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Rknc94nkrzI/AAAAAAAAACU/wc2fEU3apf4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7454119454937900785</id><published>2007-05-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:37:29.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love, actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjuLX4nkrxI/AAAAAAAAACE/PA1KHfQkZQc/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060791848732503826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjuLX4nkrxI/AAAAAAAAACE/PA1KHfQkZQc/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7454119454937900785?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7454119454937900785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7454119454937900785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7454119454937900785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7454119454937900785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-actually.html' title='love, actually'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjuLX4nkrxI/AAAAAAAAACE/PA1KHfQkZQc/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-474360828258019722</id><published>2007-04-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:34:43.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjaYZYnkrwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pc90ut_S1KM/s1600-h/lovesmelovesmenot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059398793269915394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjaYZYnkrwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pc90ut_S1KM/s320/lovesmelovesmenot.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjaXZYnkrvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_gZpjm3oUXI/s1600-h/cowboy.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have.&lt;br /&gt;My last entry talked about things you can’t have, about things you desire.&lt;br /&gt;Reading it over got me thinking, and its true most of the time the things you want are those you can’t have, or maybe just fantasies you create in your head desiring that someday it will happened, The fantasy is simple. The pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. The pain is bad, and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams. But when does this pain that comes from fantasying becomes so strong you can’t control it, honestly I couldn’t tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays I find myself fantasying about impossible relationships, maybe it’s just a recent feeling of disappointment or maybe it’s just meant to be. As most people think EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON and maybe this pain I am feeling, maybe this urge to fulfill a fantasy that seems to never be accomplished is here to tell me something, maybe it’s happening for a reason. A reason that to my own eyes can’t be obvious, but when I think outside the box I realize that in everything that happens there is a message a lesson. So this pain/discomfort that I am feeling is not because my continual fantasies, perhaps its natures way of telling me to STOP and be REAL!&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence, everything does happen for a reason and this time the reason might be to finally make a closure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I’m still working on it!&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/34308661-474360828258019722?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/474360828258019722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=474360828258019722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/474360828258019722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/474360828258019722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-often-thing-you-want-most-is-one_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjaYZYnkrwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Pc90ut_S1KM/s72-c/lovesmelovesmenot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-1287264520688949746</id><published>2007-04-29T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:33:33.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjVli4nkruI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCd1IM8SY20/s1600-h/wethair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059061406408945378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjVli4nkruI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCd1IM8SY20/s320/wethair.bmp" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. But as tough as wanting something can be. The people who suffer the most, are those who don't know what they want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G.A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-1287264520688949746?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/1287264520688949746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=1287264520688949746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1287264520688949746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/1287264520688949746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-often-thing-you-want-most-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RjVli4nkruI/AAAAAAAAABs/cCd1IM8SY20/s72-c/wethair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-2711019973373612327</id><published>2007-04-23T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:45:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes the Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Ri2ZczSm3FI/AAAAAAAAABc/0n4pLmxAXks/s1600-h/th_m9r7tl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056866676690574418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Ri2ZczSm3FI/AAAAAAAAABc/0n4pLmxAXks/s320/th_m9r7tl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while you learn the subtle difference betweeen holding a hand and changing a soul, You learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up, and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong and you really do have worth. And you learn and learn. with every goodbye you learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-2711019973373612327?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/2711019973373612327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=2711019973373612327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2711019973373612327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/2711019973373612327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/comes-dawn.html' title='Comes the Dawn'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/Ri2ZczSm3FI/AAAAAAAAABc/0n4pLmxAXks/s72-c/th_m9r7tl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-953056724905367051</id><published>2007-04-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:01:07.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expresate como puedas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ3wzGtXsI/AAAAAAAAABU/P9mfiFGAZ0M/s1600-h/th_f1e6965f.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054225993308135106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ3wzGtXsI/AAAAAAAAABU/P9mfiFGAZ0M/s320/th_f1e6965f.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; elige un cantante y responde con sus canciones yo elegi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan Luis Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Descríbete:&lt;/strong&gt; tengo un corazón mutilado de esperanza y de razón, tengo un corazón que madruga donde quiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. ¿Cómo te sientes?&lt;/strong&gt; Te mando señales de humo como un fiel apache pero no comprendes el truco y se pierde en el aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. ¿Cómo describirías tu relación anterior?&lt;/strong&gt; viviré en tu recuerdo como un simple aguacero de estrellitas y duendes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Describe tu actual relación amorosa:&lt;/strong&gt; Ayer te estuve buscando y no te pude ver, no, no, no...te amé de oído por primera vez me detuve en el silencio exiliado de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. ¿Dónde quisieras estar ahora?&lt;/strong&gt; una tarde bajo el sol primavera tu caminando entre mis pasos yo vistiendome en tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. ¿Cómo eres con respecto al amor?&lt;/strong&gt; vivire cada segundo pegadito de ella como medallita al cuello con el corazon en fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. ¿Cómo es tu vida?&lt;/strong&gt; tengo un conuco de arcoiris bajo el arroyo voy a sembrarlo de caricias, trigo y verdura pa' despertarnos en una nube de levadura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. ¿Qué pedirías si tuvieras un solo deseo?&lt;/strong&gt; dame tu amor sin medida búscame como abeja al panal (quita la pena)y da la miel de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Escribe una cita o frase famosa.&lt;/strong&gt; Para ti no hay nada imposible, para tí para tí no hay mal ni tormenta, para tíno hay problemas, ni enfermedades, para tí para ti no hay nada imposible, para tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Una despedida.&lt;/strong&gt; Yo soy tu amiga cuando a nadie le interesas,&lt;br /&gt;tan solo llamame y enseguida tocare a tu puerta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-953056724905367051?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/953056724905367051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=953056724905367051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/953056724905367051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/953056724905367051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/expresate-como-puedas.html' title='expresate como puedas,'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ3wzGtXsI/AAAAAAAAABU/P9mfiFGAZ0M/s72-c/th_f1e6965f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-8832840603810812936</id><published>2007-04-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:51:56.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intimacy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ2MDGtXqI/AAAAAAAAABE/I0eMujq3QGY/s1600-h/th_iStock_000000472826Small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054224262436314786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ2MDGtXqI/AAAAAAAAABE/I0eMujq3QGY/s320/th_iStock_000000472826Small2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intimacy is a four syllable word for, "Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy." It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-8832840603810812936?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/8832840603810812936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=8832840603810812936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8832840603810812936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/8832840603810812936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/intimacy.html' title='intimacy,'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiQ2MDGtXqI/AAAAAAAAABE/I0eMujq3QGY/s72-c/th_iStock_000000472826Small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4567459236653421945</id><published>2007-04-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:44:12.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more than we can bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiBp-jGtXpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oRGN30oSxmo/s1600-h/th_scratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053155305205882514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiBp-jGtXpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oRGN30oSxmo/s320/th_scratch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wise man once said you can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right, and letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building. Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming, when we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4567459236653421945?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4567459236653421945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4567459236653421945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4567459236653421945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4567459236653421945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-than-we-can-bear.html' title='more than we can bear'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RiBp-jGtXpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oRGN30oSxmo/s72-c/th_scratch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-7009946919266720510</id><published>2007-04-10T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:39:15.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><title type='text'>this wheel keeps turning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhxzsDGtXoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7c5D8uOFp0/s1600-h/th_thewheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052040082587737730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhxzsDGtXoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7c5D8uOFp0/s320/th_thewheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People have the right to fly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And will when it gets compromised &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their hearts say "Move along" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their minds say "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotcha heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's move it along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And airports SEE it all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHEN someone's last goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blends in with someone’s sigh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause someone's coming home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In hand a single rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I won't be the last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No I won't be the last, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can't build a house of leaves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And live like it’s an evergreen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just a season thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just this thing that seasons do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you won't be the first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No you won't be the first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can find me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you ever want again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be around the bend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be around the bend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if you never stop when you wave goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You just might find if you give it time you will wave hello again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You just might wave hello again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can't love too much one part of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can't love too much one part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe that my life's gonna see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The love I give returned to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-7009946919266720510?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/7009946919266720510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=7009946919266720510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7009946919266720510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/7009946919266720510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-wheel-keeps-turning.html' title='this wheel keeps turning'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhxzsDGtXoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J7c5D8uOFp0/s72-c/th_thewheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-6465044840483034638</id><published>2007-04-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:28:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y tu que fueras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera palabra: Sonrisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera numero: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera bebida: Vodka Sour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera animal: Delfin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera pájaro: colibri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera algo de la casa: Cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una zona del cuerpo: Abdomen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una obra de arte: David de Donatelloy El Beso de Auguste Rodin&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera flor: Girasol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera dibujo animado: Snoppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una película: Dirty Dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una fruta: Mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un recuerdo: recuerdo de la mejor noche&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un insecto: ladybug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera color sería: blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un sentimiento sería: deseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un sentido: habla&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un partido político o un político sería: no seria ninguno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una fecha seria: 25 Dic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un juego infantil: Barbie&amp;Ken&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un planeta sería: Neptuno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera algo del baño sería: Jabon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un instrumento musical sería: Piano&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una figura geométrica sería: Circulo&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera un idioma sería: Portugues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera uno de los 7 pecados capitales sería: Lujuria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un día de la semana: Viernes&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera una prenda de vestir: Ropa Interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera un país: Tahiti, Bora Bora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una comida: Postre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si fuera una frase sería: Pocos saben lo que somos pero todos saben lo que aparentamos ser&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/34308661-6465044840483034638?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/6465044840483034638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=6465044840483034638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6465044840483034638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/6465044840483034638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/y-tu-que-fueras.html' title='y tu que fueras?'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-9122307590886143377</id><published>2007-04-05T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:30:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhWUgtbMGXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTWrTn5HDCE/s1600-h/4058.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050105846836238706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="84" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhWUgtbMGXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTWrTn5HDCE/s320/4058.png" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the thing about plans is they don't take into account the unexpected, so when we're thrown a curve ball in life we have to improvise. Of course, some of us are better at it than others. Some of us just have to move on to plan B, and make the best of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes what we want is exactly what we need. But sometimes, sometimes what we need is a new plan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-9122307590886143377?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/9122307590886143377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=9122307590886143377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9122307590886143377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/9122307590886143377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/04/thing-about-plans-is-they-dont-take.html' title='plans'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RhWUgtbMGXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTWrTn5HDCE/s72-c/4058.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34308661.post-4826916415663870201</id><published>2007-03-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:02:46.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RgilaqIiA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kPdQAZdwQ1Y/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046465259873895346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RgilaqIiA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kPdQAZdwQ1Y/s320/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34308661-4826916415663870201?l=doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/feeds/4826916415663870201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34308661&amp;postID=4826916415663870201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4826916415663870201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34308661/posts/default/4826916415663870201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/2007/03/wounds.html' title='wounds'/><author><name>Shaula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745194260579961761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uL9lQAzHAI/RgilaqIiA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/kPdQAZdwQ1Y/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
