<?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-1135293436986379386</id><updated>2012-02-14T18:03:49.577-08:00</updated><category term='vicki gallagher'/><category term='FASHION'/><category term='COCO CHANEL'/><category term='love'/><category term='vicki'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Fashion fades, only style remains the same</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-8571873880073995582</id><published>2011-06-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:45:59.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Early this week i was thinking about my life, my friends and family, university everything and i got to the conclusion that, life is like a roller coaster, it's full of fun, scary moments and adrenaline and some are flat, boring, not nice moments that make us wonder what are we doing here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, it's so hard to say what i think, feel about this, cause, i've haven't found love, i thought i did, but i was wrong, i'm really glad i haven't, cause if love was that insignificant feeling, so love sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i realize that love was much bigger, much important. When we love we feel pasion, we connect with the other, we feel that the other complements us in some ways no one can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is what i think, maybe i'm wrong and love isn't that.But i have a feeling that i'm in the right path, and when i find my true love i'd feel every single thing i wrote. &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/1135293436986379386-8571873880073995582?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/8571873880073995582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=8571873880073995582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/8571873880073995582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/8571873880073995582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-this-week-i-was-thinking-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-1683588727014064294</id><published>2010-07-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:40:21.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do we write our fate or is written for us? our mistakes make our fate? and what if our mistakes were meant to be in order to reach our fate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-1683588727014064294?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/1683588727014064294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=1683588727014064294' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1683588727014064294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1683588727014064294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-we-write-our-fate-or-is-written-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-119189548707211616</id><published>2010-07-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:28:06.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Later that day i was listening to my ipod, and this song that i love very much makes me realize that the only three things he didn't took from me were, oasis, the beatles and LOVE. He left me with a broken heart, messy and crazy enough to realize this and wrote about it... but did he really took me? did he took that girl he met at ours friend's house? NO, it's me, a little bit crazy but in the end its VICKI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-119189548707211616?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/119189548707211616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=119189548707211616' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/119189548707211616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/119189548707211616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/07/later-that-day-i-was-listening-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-667294035371307871</id><published>2010-07-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:47:41.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving u was my biggest mistake,  but i had to, in order to know that.&lt;br /&gt;i trusted u my heart and u broke it. It seems too hard to forgive u. Love is about trust, friendship, respect and u broke it. and now i'm broken, this feeling inside me its killing me i just want to forget everything, the time we spent together, our love, YOU. But i can't everything reminds me of u , u where in my life, u where a big part of my life and that was a big mistake i shouldn't  given u my heart, my everything. Love hurts .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-667294035371307871?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/667294035371307871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=667294035371307871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/667294035371307871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/667294035371307871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/07/loving-u-was-my-biggest-mistake-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-1625443875060823261</id><published>2010-06-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:06:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our choices make us who we are . There 're always good and bad choices, but that doesn't mean we are good or bad, that simply makes easier or harder our journey in life. Choices always comes with consequences, we need to be prepared for them, otherwise we become a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-1625443875060823261?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/1625443875060823261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=1625443875060823261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1625443875060823261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1625443875060823261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-choices-make-us-who-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-2101976169633962071</id><published>2010-06-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:56:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can u really forgive if u can't forget? if u really want to forgive, eventually u have to forget, for the sake of the relationship. But, are we always ready to forget? Can u ever forget? if u forget and forgive, things are the same, or they change forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-2101976169633962071?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/2101976169633962071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=2101976169633962071' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2101976169633962071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2101976169633962071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-u-really-forgive-if-u-cant-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-6962449548513437901</id><published>2010-06-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:10:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CARRIE BRADSHAW QUOTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do we need distance to get close?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you make a mistake and miss your fate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What ultimately define a relationship is another relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are single there is always one thing you should take out with you on a Saturday night... your friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If two people have only one thought between them, something is very wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you really forgive  if you can't forget?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later that day I got to think about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring  you somewhere unexpected, those that bing you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of al is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After a break up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am someone whos is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous. Inconvenient . Consuming. Can't live without each other love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man may have discovered fire, but woman discovered how to play with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(to self)I wanted to tell him that i was afraid he could never love me the way i wanted to be loved. I was afraid that maybe he didn't realy have the capacity to love anyone but himself. I was afraid that given the chance, he'd break my heart again. But i cheated and just said(outloud) ) guess i was afraid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all get freaked out from time to time, but keep trying because you have to figure, if the world fattest twins can find love there's hope for all of us. Somewhere, out there, there's another little freak who'll love us, understand us, will kiss our three heads and make it al better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And finally, the most important break up rule, no matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New York City is all about sex. People getting it, people trying to get it, people who can't get it. No wonder the city never sleeps. It's too busy trying to get laid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams are really good way to experiment. It's like a... it's like buying a dress and keeping the tags on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everywhere i looked, people were standing in two's. It was like Noah's, upper west side rent-controlled ark."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-6962449548513437901?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/6962449548513437901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=6962449548513437901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/6962449548513437901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/6962449548513437901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/06/carrie-bradshaw-quotes-so-many-roads.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-3469232723416238231</id><published>2010-06-14T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:35:38.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/TBaEcKLcQEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-0D-FEQokOM/s1600/LOGOO+LAURA+FINALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482715215673704514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/TBaEcKLcQEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-0D-FEQokOM/s320/LOGOO+LAURA+FINALL.jpg" /&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/1135293436986379386-3469232723416238231?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/3469232723416238231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=3469232723416238231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/3469232723416238231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/3469232723416238231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/06/yey.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/TBaEcKLcQEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-0D-FEQokOM/s72-c/LOGOO+LAURA+FINALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-3285927856548589122</id><published>2010-05-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:58:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/S-m2nfuJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/phMfVo2vtkc/s1600/LOGO+MALDITO+TE+ODIOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104012064419378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/S-m2nfuJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/phMfVo2vtkc/s320/LOGO+MALDITO+TE+ODIOO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/S-mzBMy-Q3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/WFSz5YvjVMQ/s1600/LOGO+MALDITO+TE+ODIOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COSTOO PERO LLEGÓ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-3285927856548589122?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/3285927856548589122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=3285927856548589122' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/3285927856548589122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/3285927856548589122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/S-m2nfuJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/phMfVo2vtkc/s72-c/LOGO+MALDITO+TE+ODIOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-4902764225298501250</id><published>2009-02-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:32:47.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING CHANGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYpAlppyt-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9kwKW9gvbk/s1600-h/blondie+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYpAlppyt-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9kwKW9gvbk/s320/blondie+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118927135291362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's been over for a while, only i'd chosen not to realize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-4902764225298501250?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/4902764225298501250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=4902764225298501250' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/4902764225298501250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/4902764225298501250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-changes.html' title='EVERYTHING CHANGES'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYpAlppyt-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9kwKW9gvbk/s72-c/blondie+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-2361413215068774970</id><published>2009-02-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:16:36.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYd9VTvnDWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R11LoRrTkTA/s1600-h/lalalalalallalalalla+81541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298341291655368034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYd9VTvnDWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R11LoRrTkTA/s320/lalalalalallalalalla+81541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The waking up is the hardest part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You roll outta bed and down on your knees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And for the moment you can hardly breathe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wondering was he really here?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he standing in my room? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No he's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The giving up is the hardest part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes you in with your crying eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then all at once you have to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wondering could you stay my love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will you wake up by my side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No he can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby won't you get them if i did?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The waking up is the hardest part&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/1135293436986379386-2361413215068774970?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/2361413215068774970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=2361413215068774970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2361413215068774970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2361413215068774970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title='DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SYd9VTvnDWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R11LoRrTkTA/s72-c/lalalalalallalalalla+81541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-6329731924899863731</id><published>2009-01-25T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:16:56.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Sarah/paulgrin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Sarah/paulgrin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be an answer, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shine until tomorrow, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking words of wisdom, let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encanta este tema, tiene algo, es inexplicable y además es muy especial para mi porque fue el tema que use para entrar en mis 15, una noche inolvidable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-6329731924899863731?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/6329731924899863731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=6329731924899863731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/6329731924899863731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/6329731924899863731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-be.html' title='LET IT BE'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-188110559568349548</id><published>2009-01-21T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:45:23.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCO CHANEL'/><title type='text'>FASHION LIVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SXfdrV-uyFI/AAAAAAAAADc/mCQ4oszaWYs/s1600-h/cocoChanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SXfdrV-uyFI/AAAAAAAAADc/mCQ4oszaWYs/s320/cocoChanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293943623701678162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street; fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening." Coco Chanel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-188110559568349548?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/188110559568349548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=188110559568349548' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/188110559568349548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/188110559568349548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-lives.html' title='FASHION LIVES'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SXfdrV-uyFI/AAAAAAAAADc/mCQ4oszaWYs/s72-c/cocoChanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-7799833719476278530</id><published>2009-01-18T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:19:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me están pasando tantas cosas por la cabeza. Todo es tan raro, tengo miedo, estoy feliz, triste, lloro, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rio&lt;/span&gt;, me deprimo, me divierto, no se, es todo muy confuso o soy yo la que lo hace confuso?&lt;br /&gt;Siento que estoy haciendo algunas cosas mal, pero no se como hacer para arreglarlo, ya estoy tan metida que no se como salir, aunque no es que no sepa como salir, se como salir, sino que me da miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Miedo, miedo, miedo. Por que lo siento?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-7799833719476278530?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/7799833719476278530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=7799833719476278530' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/7799833719476278530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/7799833719476278530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-estn-pasando-tantas-cosas-por-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-858075172770712280</id><published>2008-12-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:59.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me cansé de tus juegos, de que me uses, de que te chupe un huevo lo que siento, me cansé de &lt;strong&gt;VOS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-858075172770712280?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/858075172770712280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=858075172770712280' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/858075172770712280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/858075172770712280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-molesta-no-saber-que-pensas-y-sents.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-2293942351564667992</id><published>2008-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:41:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SPu3QZiMz2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hBaj2vVDoNw/s1600-h/1223573030538_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998482245308258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SPu3QZiMz2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hBaj2vVDoNw/s320/1223573030538_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como una persona o personas pueden cambiarte la vida, con tan solo una sonrisa, un beso, una mirada, un abrazo o las palabras más lindas, sean te amo, te quiero, pueden hacer a una persona la más feliz de todas, como podemos sentirnos bien con tan poco que a la vez es mucho. Las palabras son mucho pero a la vez tan poco, porque si estas no son acompañada de acciones, tan solo son palabras, vacias, sin sentido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-2293942351564667992?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/2293942351564667992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=2293942351564667992' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2293942351564667992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2293942351564667992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-una-persona-o-personas-pueden.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SPu3QZiMz2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hBaj2vVDoNw/s72-c/1223573030538_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-8283072278934285593</id><published>2008-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:47:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-U4WdMRkI/AAAAAAAAACM/NpvrsolWpZQ/s1600-h/blondie+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255582985986262594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-U4WdMRkI/AAAAAAAAACM/NpvrsolWpZQ/s320/blondie+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay, me fui a punta a distraerme un poco y a salir de este ambiente, para arrancar a estudiar y aprobar todo y despedirme de todo esto y por fin hacer lo que me gusta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias fin de semana por llegar en el momento justo, gracias.&lt;/div&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/1135293436986379386-8283072278934285593?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/8283072278934285593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=8283072278934285593' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/8283072278934285593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/8283072278934285593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/ay-me-fui-punta-distraerme-un-poco-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-U4WdMRkI/AAAAAAAAACM/NpvrsolWpZQ/s72-c/blondie+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-9033370022971296826</id><published>2008-10-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:53:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-AZi0WaxI/AAAAAAAAABc/mNsbfJy6GKI/s1600-h/footos+442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255560466496121618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-AZi0WaxI/AAAAAAAAABc/mNsbfJy6GKI/s320/footos+442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy cansada de todo y de todos. Quiero terminar ya el liceo, no más la misma gente de siempre, con la que ya ni tema tengo, los tan aburridos profesores de siempre, necesito un cambio, al cual a pesar de quererlo le tengo tanto miedo, me asusta que hay allá afuera, lo que me espera cuando salga de esta burbuja a la cual pertenecí estos 18 años de mi vida. Tengo miedo hacer el ridiculo, a que me miren con cara fea o que me traten como una nena mimada, que es lo que soy, pero también quiero mostrarles a todos mis padres, a mi familia a mis amigos que soy más que eso y que voy a lograr ser la persona madura que todos esperan que algún día lo sea. Busco el cambio, pero al mismo tiempo le tengo miedo, es contradictorio? No, porque todos al final y al comienzo de algo nuevo sentimos esta mezcla de sentimientos, cierro una gran etapa de mi vida, en la cual creci, me diverti, salí, me enamore, conocí gente maravillosa de la que no me arrepiento, supere el divorcio de mis padres y ahora creo que estoy preparada para ese cambio pero se va a extrañar todas las cosas y personas que dejo atras, para empezar esta nueva etapa, la cual espero que este llena de alegrias personas, quisiera que todo esto fuera más fácil, pero nada es fácil, nosotros somos quienes lo hacemos más fácil o más díficil, la vida es así. A pesar de todo esto hay qe disfrutarla, yo lo hago aunque en este momento este un poco conflictiva conmigo misma, me cuesta asimilarlo todo pero necesito tiempo y con este tiempo lo voy a asimilar, pero es parte de todo lo que pasa a esta edad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es curioso, porque siento que ahora no me puedo dar el lujo de hacer ciertas cosas que hacia hace unos meses, siento que tengo que crecer y dejar de lado ciertas actitudes, que ya no se me permiten, aunque las sigo teniendo, pero cada día que pasa siento que están fuera de lugar, pero veo que la gente de mi edad, los que me rodean las siguen teniendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué es esto que siento? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-9033370022971296826?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/9033370022971296826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=9033370022971296826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/9033370022971296826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/9033370022971296826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/estoy-cansada-de-todo-y-de-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-AZi0WaxI/AAAAAAAAABc/mNsbfJy6GKI/s72-c/footos+442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-1820340802140303670</id><published>2008-10-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:06:46.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicki gallagher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicki'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO7RAITkufI/AAAAAAAAABM/6-EGb2IVWP0/s1600-h/BLONDIEEEEEEE+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255367615347735026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO7RAITkufI/AAAAAAAAABM/6-EGb2IVWP0/s320/BLONDIEEEEEEE+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por qué todo me hace acordar a vos? Por qué? Por qué? No sé y me molesta. Todo lo que hago me recuerda a esos días juntos, ciertas películas, ciertas canciones, ciertos temas, el liceo, mi familia todo. Te conocí de la manera más extraña y yo te odiaba al principio eras todo lo que no era y me daba rabia, pero, todo cambió y te conocí y somos más parecidos de lo que yo pensaba, nos entendemos y me siento cómoda con vos, que no se arruinen las cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Fue cambiado por malas interpretaciónes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-1820340802140303670?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/1820340802140303670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=1820340802140303670' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1820340802140303670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/1820340802140303670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-qu-todo-me-hace-acordar-vos-por-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO7RAITkufI/AAAAAAAAABM/6-EGb2IVWP0/s72-c/BLONDIEEEEEEE+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-2221427536518665879</id><published>2008-10-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:56:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-JGGA83XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ykGeoMtvGkM/s1600-h/lalalalalallalalalla+81551+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255570027951480178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-JGGA83XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ykGeoMtvGkM/s320/lalalalalallalalalla+81551+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La verdad que quisiera entender que es lo que siento, si es tristeza, soledad, decepción o una mezcla de todo, simplemente no se. Siento un gran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacío&lt;/span&gt; dentro mio el que no logro poder sacar o entender para que desaparezca. Sinceramente no se si esto es otra de las tantas pruebas que la vida nos pone para superarnos, crecer, madurar y poder convertirnos en una mejor persona, no se, pero si es una de ellas la verdad que quisiera ya terminar aprobar y seguir. Porque es tan molesto esto, no saber que se siente, llorar y al ratito estar bárbaro, como si nada hubiera pasado y nuevamente estar así, querer pasar el día entero en cama, dormir, no querer salir, porque muchas veces te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentís&lt;/span&gt; tan fuera de lugar con esas personas con las que ya no hay tantas cosas en común como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solían&lt;/span&gt; haberlo y ya no sabes que hacer para levantar esa pared que hay entre ustedes y solo te queda ir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alejándote&lt;/span&gt; para no seguir sufriendo y hacer más difícil la separación. Si esto es crecer no quiero crecer y separarme de esas personas que quiero prefiero ser así toda mi vida. Pero lo más gracioso, es que al mismo tiempo entiendo que debo crecer, madurar y conocer otras personas y en el fondo es lo que quiero pero tengo tanto miedo, lo nuevo, lo desconocido me asusta, pero creo que es parte de la vida, es parte de estas pruebas sin fin que nos pone, la vida en si es una prueba, donde esta lleno de preguntas que no tienen únicas respuestas y mientras nosotros les vamos dando respuestas a estas preguntas otras van surgiendo y así... Allí es como vamos creando caminos para seguir con esta prueba y no perderla, porque la vida es lo mas preciado que tenemos y no la mal gastemos.&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto depende de cada uno, cada uno lleva su vida, su prueba de la mejor manera posible o de la manera que mejor les venga, cada uno tiene su propia realidad donde se combina con una, un amigo una vez me contó esto y yo no quise creerle me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parecía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; todos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vivíamos&lt;/span&gt; en la misma realidad podrían haber variables pero todos vivimos en el mismo mundo es decir que la generalidad pensaría igual con algunos matices. Hace poco me di cuenta de que eso que yo creía no era así, todos vivimos nuestra propia realidad nuestras propias cosas, nuestro todo y así es donde vamos creando nuestro mundo nuestra realidad. Quien dice que es normal y anormal, lindo o feo, eso es algo que lo ha propuesto el hombre como una guía pero no quiere decir que todos debamos seguirlo. Pero hoy en día la sociedad nos lleva a todo esto a que creamos que es lo que nos gusta, nos persuaden, lo que no está mal, pero está en cada uno darnos cuenta que es lo malo y que es lo bueno, lo que vale la pena, pero eso depende de cada uno capaz que para unos unas dependen y otras no.&lt;br /&gt;No se como termine hablando de todo esto, probablemente sea parte del desorden que tengo adentro, parte de todo esto que estoy asimilando, estas ultimas semanas de el fin de una etapa de mi vida, donde voy a cambiar completamente de ambiente y me van a ver como uno más, un adulto más, pero quien sabe capaz que soy solo yo la que siente esto y nadie más como dije cada uno tiene su propia realidad y sus propios principios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-2221427536518665879?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/2221427536518665879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=2221427536518665879' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2221427536518665879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/2221427536518665879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-verdad-que-quisiera-entender-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO-JGGA83XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ykGeoMtvGkM/s72-c/lalalalalallalalalla+81551+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135293436986379386.post-826908914402839661</id><published>2008-10-08T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:41:10.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bueno la verdad es que no se todo esto del blog surgió por un congreso al que fui y ta dije me voy hacer uno pasaron los día y nada y así estuve como una semana y hasta que me decidí y dsp dije de que voy a escribir??? La verdad que todavia no tengo mucha idea pero bueno ya saldrá esa inspiración tiempo al tiempo, frase trillada no? jajaja si bueno pero ta en fin, es esto jaja seguramente me cuelggue escribiendo y lo que escriba sea muy contradictorio, porque soy muy impulsiva pero bueno, cuando me enoje con alguien o este triste se daran cuenta, puff como si muchos fueran a leerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Ta no se era eso, no me extrañennn....&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE BACKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135293436986379386-826908914402839661?l=fashionlivess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/feeds/826908914402839661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135293436986379386&amp;postID=826908914402839661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/826908914402839661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135293436986379386/posts/default/826908914402839661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionlivess.blogspot.com/2008/10/bueno-la-verdad-es-que-no-se-todo-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588903837406548302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vn3gChHC6hY/SO0Vf1ELjYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g-Xroia-sLo/S220/footos+455+-+copia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
