<?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-4650779916513734957</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:47:09.743-04:00</updated><category term='1'/><title type='text'>SuperG &gt;=)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-8966285133990835894</id><published>2010-01-28T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:49:05.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow .</title><content type='html'>i would loved to say goodbye to hold you in my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;
stuck in a maze of love never wanting to get out sure we had our&lt;br /&gt;
ups and downs and our doubts and fights but at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;
i knew it was you i loved and you i made my world &amp;lt;3 . i love you&lt;br /&gt;
today and ill miss you tomorrow ill kiss you never this is nothing but sorrow. &lt;!--3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
be good princess &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-8966285133990835894?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/8966285133990835894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8966285133990835894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8966285133990835894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow .'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1098365069934895027</id><published>2010-01-28T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:37:51.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is it that keeps two people together even when things aren't working out ..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are the three things that keep a couple together without it everything falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not even an i love you too haha .&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/4650779916513734957-1098365069934895027?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1098365069934895027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-it-that-keeps-two-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1098365069934895027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1098365069934895027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-it-that-keeps-two-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-3347902459830983893</id><published>2010-01-27T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:02:55.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 27th :&amp;#39;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-3347902459830983893?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/3347902459830983893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-27th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3347902459830983893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3347902459830983893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-27th.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4171040558913626330</id><published>2010-01-26T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:00:42.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh!</title><content type='html'>12 thousand to Adelphi.. =D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
not going though f that lol&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
StonyBrook &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wasted conversation i guess but w.e lo que pasa pasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4171040558913626330?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4171040558913626330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4171040558913626330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4171040558913626330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh.html' title='ahh!'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5888844833383026840</id><published>2010-01-25T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:51:06.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck prom :&amp;#39;( bring another girl to prom blabla fuck that . I&amp;#39;ll be home that day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5888844833383026840?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5888844833383026840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-prom-bring-another-girl-to-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5888844833383026840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5888844833383026840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-prom-bring-another-girl-to-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7342782236396002984</id><published>2010-01-21T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:26:35.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fml</title><content type='html'>Prom was overrated to me,You made me want it though the thought of matching and pictures . I wanted to share that w/ you no1 else . No prom for me *thumbsdown*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:'( i'll miss you that day more than most .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm here wondering all alone is there anything to get back to the past to what made us both happy ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
na :l enjoy prom and your hamptons retreat . &lt;!--3 fml man .&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
at least the money for prom goes towards tattoos. and my vacation w. justin :D haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7342782236396002984?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7342782236396002984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/prom-was-overrated-to-meyou-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7342782236396002984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7342782236396002984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/prom-was-overrated-to-meyou-made-me.html' title='fml'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5129800042872414084</id><published>2010-01-21T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:16:21.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I hate school seeing your face and seeing you get flustered as we argue makes my heart a little bit warmer . &amp;lt;3 I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5129800042872414084?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5129800042872414084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-much-as-i-hate-school-seeing-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5129800042872414084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5129800042872414084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-much-as-i-hate-school-seeing-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-3297859810464857931</id><published>2010-01-20T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:31:09.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have fun Translating</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Mi amor tiene frio 
Esta frizado 
Desea tu calor
Llora por tu cabeza 
Acostado en el 
Quitame este frio
Vivir con un corazon
Frizado no es 
Vivir es ser nada 
Sin el amor no hay
Rason para tu existencia 
El amor me salvo 
El amor me mato
Ya se ha frizado este corazon 
Nunca mas amar y ha este edad 
Es una gran crimen
Robastes mi corazon 
Lo aplastastes y to te importo
Todvia tengo mi cerebro pensando
En Ti Solo En Ti mi amor .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Nuestra relacion ya es historia tu y lo ya&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;encontramos el fine te extrano todo el dia cada hora . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Accepter que me dejastes es duro pero lo tengo que hacer hasta que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;tu regreses pero se que esto ya se termino pero no&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;puedo acceptarlo isi yote amo tu me amas me isistes creer que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;esto era para siempre que siempre tratemos pero TU al fin me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;dejastes TU al fin me dejastes solo :'( nunca pare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;te extranar tu amor mi angel hablemos algun dia otravez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;isi dios lo quiere .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;te quiero mi amor que estes bien. 
&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-3297859810464857931?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/3297859810464857931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-fun-translating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3297859810464857931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3297859810464857931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-fun-translating.html' title='Have fun Translating'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6529527841738727971</id><published>2010-01-20T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:22:46.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i`ve won this fight i never meant to win&lt;br /&gt;
pushed you away w| just an argument&lt;br /&gt;
it was just a suggestion on my part&lt;br /&gt;
never meant for us to grow apart&lt;br /&gt;
never meant to break my own heart&lt;br /&gt;
But now everythings changed, &lt;br /&gt;
and i`m the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;original. *thumbs up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6529527841738727971?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6529527841738727971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-won-this-fight-i-never-meant-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6529527841738727971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6529527841738727971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-won-this-fight-i-never-meant-to-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1333269098959102746</id><published>2010-01-20T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:17:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always and Forever</title><content type='html'>Everytime im by your side, is when im really at home.&lt;br /&gt;
Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.&lt;br /&gt;
You're the reason why im smilin at the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
And i hope you kno i mean it everytime that i say.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you always and forever, it will always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
things may not be the same they never will be but my love stays the same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i'll always be here my angel.. &amp;lt;3 i love you so so so so much&lt;br /&gt;
always and forever 8.27 214.221&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-1333269098959102746?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1333269098959102746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-and-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1333269098959102746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1333269098959102746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-and-forever.html' title='Always and Forever'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2523512423794112905</id><published>2010-01-20T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:11:13.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pushed when I should of pulled &lt;br /&gt;
Took it all back if I could I put that on my soul &lt;br /&gt;
And I would make a top notch good listener &lt;br /&gt;
If you could block off a little time out to give it here &lt;br /&gt;
Since we went our separate paths Life really&lt;br /&gt;
Hasnt been the same .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never thought about the world with out you &lt;br /&gt;
And I promise, I'll never say another bad word about you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strange things my imagination might do &lt;br /&gt;
Take a breath reflect on what we've been through &lt;br /&gt;
Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2523512423794112905?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2523512423794112905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-pushed-when-i-should-of-pulled-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2523512423794112905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2523512423794112905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-pushed-when-i-should-of-pulled-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4851047435373018281</id><published>2010-01-19T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:12:33.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn&amp;#39;t it feel weird that we won&amp;#39;t be taking pictures together. Walking out a limo together . spending the weekend together afterprom.  Guess it doesn&amp;#39;t &amp;lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4851047435373018281?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4851047435373018281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/doesn-it-feel-weird-that-we-won-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4851047435373018281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4851047435373018281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/doesn-it-feel-weird-that-we-won-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5472942121362084966</id><published>2010-01-19T03:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:11:30.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;
I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;
My love, and my ring&lt;br /&gt;
And you, oh what you laid at me&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't ever wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;
But I stuck by you till the end&lt;br /&gt;
And my conscience is clear&lt;br /&gt;
And I can move on from here&lt;br /&gt;
But I wish I could say the same for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;
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soon enough you wont have too.. we both go our separate ways even more after graduation .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5472942121362084966?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5472942121362084966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen-to-me-baby-i-gave-you-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5472942121362084966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5472942121362084966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen-to-me-baby-i-gave-you-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4467988362535623706</id><published>2010-01-18T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:42:15.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why ?</title><content type='html'>I never been one to focused on all this bullshit "do me , bla bla, go out have fun"&amp;nbsp; that whole bullshit na i feel like shit im sulking im depressed so wtf that shit wont things any better neither does hearing a voice without love its the same person but a completely different heart i can't even feel the so called love you'll always have for me&lt;br /&gt;
in your voice and yet again it does nothing but hurt me the only relief i have is in memories. that are all in my head and the single ticket in my wallet . everything else gone but i dont need letters to know how much you used to love me i can't even write a post without breaking into tears. i dont know when this will be over but i hope soon . There isn't any eternal love you'll have for me just the fact we spent that much time as a part of each other . I love you and you were just happy with me at the moment. but that is completely okay i've begged you time after time to not give up on us i tried to be the one and make you the girl for me you already were and it's all gone just nothing anymore. our story is over nothing else to write obviously no way to edit our story but its over and you've moved on and i don't know when i will but it wont be for awhile i won't let it happen just to hold on to the only memories we've had i should have never gotten mad at you for not kissing me in front michelle or w.e and told you about it should've instead held you hugged you told you that i loved you with all my heart kissed you on the cheek and let you leave maybe then the weekend wouldve been better maybe you wouldve reconsidered leaving me and dropping this but thats in the past now along with the love you have for me and everything else .dumb enough to put the songs you tell me on my itunes and they play during writing a blog wtf =/ why did this have to happen man why now so close to the end to what would've been a great start for us as freshmen in college going toschool in the city i would've fucked dorming and gone to queens college or hunter or something idc and just did transit and lunch everyday and sleeping over and just being happy together . but things don't always workout life isn't perfect great not this already gone shit comes on WHAT THE FUCK WHY CANT I GET YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD JUST LEAVE MAN JUST GO KEEP DOING THE THINGS YOU DO JUST FUCKING GO GET OUT OF MY HEAD LEAVE ME ALONE . just know that i need you more than i ever have. i love you bullshit about loving someone enough to let them go :'( i love you hunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4467988362535623706?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4467988362535623706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4467988362535623706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4467988362535623706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='why ?'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1995243082350499937</id><published>2010-01-18T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:28:39.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck.</title><content type='html'>Its' not like i felt you slipping away&lt;br /&gt;
Never thought this day would really&lt;br /&gt;
Come seeing you in anothers arms&lt;br /&gt;
Your lips all over him, like you did&lt;br /&gt;
With me true life moves on, I guess&lt;br /&gt;
This is due to to the fact that I might&lt;br /&gt;
Have done you wrong once too many.&lt;br /&gt;
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I said i was sorry, i tried my hardest&lt;br /&gt;
Honest i did &lt;!--3&lt;/p--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ain't no future after this "its been over george"&lt;br /&gt;
thats what i go by now. sure i love you and miss you&lt;br /&gt;
doesn't mean much at least now we don't need to worry&lt;br /&gt;
about graduation being the end of us . We doesn't exist .&lt;br /&gt;
and that wasn't my choice it was yours to leave me&lt;br /&gt;
it was that hard to be with me ? smh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel bad? dont read then. i'm not looking for anyone's pity or comment about this blog&lt;br /&gt;
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i miss you damnit. come back soon seriously WE as in you and me can work this out .&lt;br /&gt;
if we can't then this whole thing just wasn't real love that's worse than losing you&lt;br /&gt;
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214.221.827&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-1995243082350499937?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1995243082350499937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1995243082350499937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1995243082350499937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck.html' title='Fuck.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7575760053390312176</id><published>2010-01-17T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:14:45.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah.</title><content type='html'>One More Chance, I'm Not Even&lt;br /&gt;
Looking For A New Romance&lt;br /&gt;
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Thats So True, My Love For You Is&lt;br /&gt;
Limitless My Only Rhyme Is To Call&lt;br /&gt;
Myself The Chemist of Your Heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its Now Or Never Girl Someday&lt;br /&gt;
We'll Cross Paths Again Till Then&lt;br /&gt;
I'll Keep My Head Up, Yet My&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes Shut To Love And That Girl.&lt;br /&gt;
Whoever She Is I Simply Just Wont Know.&lt;br /&gt;
She Nothing Like You She So Much Less.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3 te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7575760053390312176?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7575760053390312176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7575760053390312176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7575760053390312176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah.html' title='ah.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1910490036624011321</id><published>2010-01-17T01:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:50:29.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd152/DeLaSoul0317/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13769_1297915932579_1370804193_3084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd152/DeLaSoul0317/13769_1297915932579_1370804193_3084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls life is at its best&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls im loving life&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls tears dry up&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls i can feel her soft lips&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls life make sense&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls i remember when i used collect cents for a metrocard to see her&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls love comes back in a twentyfold&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls i remember the happy days&lt;br /&gt;
when she calls everything is perfect and i feel complete for that minute and 20&lt;br /&gt;
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too bad she never calls. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
i love you have a good day .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-1910490036624011321?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1910490036624011321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1910490036624011321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1910490036624011321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7458225384992202335</id><published>2010-01-16T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:31:30.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><title type='text'>The End. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>i dont deserve you back..i was a bad boyfriend simply that i did too much stupid shit and i wasn't there for you enough..but i have to admit i never doubted how pure my love for you was...if you care about me then you'll ask me this blog is done ... i swear my love for you doesnt end. and you'll forever be in my memory not through letters and pictures those are gone but on my own skin. petal #1 i swear i'd do anything and everything to be back with you i prayed that you would take me back and we be happy together but i guess god just doesnt want it to be. im sorry for everything i've done out of all my "promises" the one i know i cant break is that i'll wait for you that if you ever come back i'll be there i hope you enjoy prom im not saying this for pity or to feel bad i really do want you to be happy i realize theres no more WE its just you and me on two completely different sides your doing your thing and i see its working . i dont know how long it will take me to get over you even if i do get over you that doesnt mean i wont love you i'm really confused about my life in general right now i have no clue what my next step is or what to do but you've felt like this before and because of me i really am sorry ! and sadly i have a feeling that the amount of tears in these nearly 2 months has been the same as the ones you've had in all our time together . im not fighting depression due to losing you because i dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;
i know deep down you want me back damn it i just wish you would show an ounce of it =/ i know you looked forward to prom since we were freshmen and its coming soon :D oh god i hate this so much you dont understand alyssa ! you dont i look like death 24/7 its out there man im not the same and i wont be everybody says get over her let it go but i cant its not easy how could you leave me and love again so quickly...&lt;br /&gt;
all these fucking songs you tell me to hear you know they make me cry you add to my pain fuck crawling all this bullshit i hate it there is none of that for us =/ there isnt a fucking us we arent shit anymore were just two people about to graduate ..remember that day you said you would treat me like everyone else.. hurt alot but then ive done thngs that hurt you also and im very sorry for all that baby . i mean alyssa i'll never be with you again and losing you has hurt me so much and it still does to this second as i cry while typing this im not ashamed of it though you gave me a heart you made me care about something enough to cry about and be willing to give it my all and for that i thank you i thank you for the time we spent together&amp;nbsp; for the 27th that i gave your gifts for us trying again with a 214/221 date for the amazing summer for everything for giving yourself to me for being with me for the madden for the jeans thank you for being the best girlfriend you could be . this shouldnt be happening you and me should be together as a hapyp couple i miss you ill always love you and want to be with you .&lt;br /&gt;
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just one more chance ..just one and i know i would never ever do anything wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;
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this is my one and only heartbreak...the girl i fell in love with that the day i saw her little gay myspace picture i knew she would be something big and important to my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd152/DeLaSoul0317/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_744758fb8c485e1ee6aa1ebe63374f06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd152/DeLaSoul0317/l_744758fb8c485e1ee6aa1ebe63374f06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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you dont have a place in my heart you cant when you are my heart and when you are my world. i'll never call you mine =/ and thats not okay with me . thank you for everything that you've done since we met thank you for being as beautiful as you are for lsitening to me sometimes when i asked not to wear makeup for me because i wanted you to know you were naturally beautiful because i wanted you to feel like a queen like my very own princess. god gives love and i dare him to try and take it away from me i'd do anything and everything for you please be happy for the both of us alyssa okay dont hold back from love if love comes to you again for someone else love them and dont be afraid. everyone says dont let them ever know your there act like you dont care you deserve to know everything and i am here alyssa i wont ignore you i wont do the things i did before :'( im sorry my angel i am things happen for a reason and we stopped talking for you to be finally happy happier than you ever have been and im glad be good&lt;br /&gt;
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dont forget not only a piece but you are my heart&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s take your gloucoma drops i'll miss you everyday babygirl mwuah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7458225384992202335?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7458225384992202335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7458225384992202335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7458225384992202335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-3.html' title='The End. &lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2955522278424871919</id><published>2010-01-16T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:03:40.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepover at erics making breadsticks haha &lt;p&gt;I miss my first love and angel.. Valentines day is soon &amp;lt;3 =/ let&amp;#39;s see what happens day by day I love you :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2955522278424871919?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2955522278424871919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepover-at-erics-making-breadsticks_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2955522278424871919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2955522278424871919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepover-at-erics-making-breadsticks_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-8347224102042518012</id><published>2010-01-15T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:57:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog my day just got good for now&lt;br&gt;I love seeing that amazing smile and those beautiful eyes sweet dreams babygirl &amp;lt;3 te quiero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-8347224102042518012?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/8347224102042518012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-my-day-just-got-good-for-now-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8347224102042518012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8347224102042518012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-my-day-just-got-good-for-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5317849571831509275</id><published>2010-01-15T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:42:19.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I&amp;#39;m just rushing things but =/ damn I need some progress soon I need change . I miss you so much hope you come back anyday I&amp;#39;ll be here that&amp;#39;s a promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5317849571831509275?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5317849571831509275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-just-rushing-things-but-damn-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5317849571831509275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5317849571831509275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-just-rushing-things-but-damn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6060289047971155770</id><published>2010-01-15T01:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:48:42.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>darling &lt;3</title><content type='html'>i havent heard those three words in so long :'(&lt;br /&gt;
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i miss this girl so much it breaks my heart..i love you..&lt;br /&gt;
now im definitely not sleepin nd just watching dexter&lt;br /&gt;
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never lose hope in love w.o love you can't live.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;i swear i'd do anything to have her one more time for at least 5 mins in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;
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to take her to prom to be her valentine.. i want my babygirl back... sweet dreams she called to say goodnight i cry with a smile on my face tonight =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6060289047971155770?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6060289047971155770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/darling-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6060289047971155770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6060289047971155770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/darling-3.html' title='darling &lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7847374207337497830</id><published>2010-01-15T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:10:44.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Goose.</title><content type='html'>i cant man... =/ i just cant she doesnt make it any easier just act like im dead to you please throw away the box erase me from your memory dont think about me dont give me any attention at all since all of it is negative..i love you with all my heart and i dont know how to express how i feel and i dont think ever will.. i hate thigns ended like this but its for the best your happy now and thats the most important thing to me but i need to think about my own well being&lt;br /&gt;
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im still hopelessly waiting for my love of life to come back&lt;br /&gt;
without the love of my life you cant love life&lt;br /&gt;
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thats my new quote and soon to be tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;
dedicated to you.. they say dont ever dedicate tattoos to relationships my first and last heartbreak..yeah that deserves to be tattooed on me&lt;br /&gt;
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i love you my angel and i always will you havent been the best of persons lately and of course christmas time and the 27th made that harder for you its true everywhere i go i am reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;
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watchmen..everything we saw that movie on my birthday well we barely even saw it lol&lt;br /&gt;
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i dont know why im writing this since you wont read it since i told you im makign a new blog ...but if you ever do i cherish you to the highest degree and i never wanted you to feel bad for me babygirl i just wanted you back i wanted prom deep down i wanted lovey dovey all over each other .. i simply grew up and realized what i had too late. i disrespecte ealthough i swear i never kissed another girl while i was with you the things i spoke about were disrespect enough throughout the flaws arguments fighting i found love i found out what it meant to miss something to cherish it to hold it so close that it leaves&lt;br /&gt;
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you never appreciate someone until they leave you.. learned it the hard way =/ i'll never forget you alyssa but i pray you forget me . this isnt being dramatic im simply feeling 4 years worth of emotions now. and it hurts me more than anything that i dont have you here to wipe my tears to kiss my cheeck to make love to and to fall asleep with..... im tired of crying i still have alot of it to do but i think things will get a little easier eventually probably not while im in ck but hopefully sometime&lt;br /&gt;
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im glad all of this happened because it reinforced my love and adoration for you alyssa i can say your name a million times and ive said it a million times.. i dont want anybody else i dont want a replacement A i need Alyssa&amp;amp;George. nothing else will suffice i'll be here for anything you need i hope you stay happy plese stay happy i wasn't the most caring loving boyfriend in the world i had a very tough time setting my priorities and getting my life on the right track.. i didnt realize my mistakes until now i miss you hunny . and i did so many wrong things but love shouldl fix things and bullshit that if things dont ever get better between us i dont love you&lt;br /&gt;
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i doubt your love for me at this point i do... but i can never doubt how much love i can give you that i cannot put an amount on i would honestly be willing to do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;
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but its too late and its all my fault i wish i didnt do the things i did and act so cold sometimes im sorry bbay i really am and you may laugh or tell me to man the fuck up but a real man can admit his wrongs and try for his true love idc if i sit here crying my eyes out in bed depressed i miss you so much and i cant take it ... =/ come back one day babygirl.. my mom actually understands now she realized i love you and thats it real love when she saw how i felt she says the best thing to do is hope and that i will be sad for a very long time but if i love her i'll wait abd thats what im going to do..&lt;br /&gt;
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i love you alyssa cedeno.. and ill keep on missing you &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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You've gone through a dozen and one names throughout our history but the last one i'll call you is my true love and my last hope .. i wont die without you but i will be a different person not that i hate this person but i'd rather the person the new better george for you. i love you my angel so so very much and im sorry please forget about me throw everything out i dont want to come between your relationship you found a better love and i can see that. your happier now than you ever with me and thats fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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time to watch dexter blog.. be back aroun 2-4 ish&lt;br /&gt;
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i love you my little poptart =/&lt;br /&gt;
your silly goose since the beginning until the end i promise to always be here&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7847374207337497830?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7847374207337497830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-goose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7847374207337497830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7847374207337497830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-goose.html' title='Silly Goose.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-388194748905224568</id><published>2010-01-14T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:31:39.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got a haircut -_-&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;ve decided no txting or checking her fb nd stuff since it really just hurts to be ignored &lt;p&gt;I love you babygirl hope your happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-388194748905224568?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/388194748905224568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-got-haircut-so-i-decided-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/388194748905224568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/388194748905224568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-got-haircut-so-i-decided-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2640965875194986597</id><published>2010-01-14T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:32:36.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haircut today :D well I can&amp;#39;t leave you blog I like you better than fb lol &lt;p&gt;Imyangel &amp;lt;3 soo much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2640965875194986597?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2640965875194986597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/haircut-today-d-well-i-can-leave-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2640965875194986597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2640965875194986597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/haircut-today-d-well-i-can-leave-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-8906357150686449575</id><published>2010-01-14T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:34:19.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its not even like she gave up on love she simply gave up on loving me . I&amp;#39;ll miss you I hated seeing you leave and I still need you badly :( I love you angel :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-8906357150686449575?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/8906357150686449575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-even-like-she-gave-up-on-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8906357150686449575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8906357150686449575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-even-like-she-gave-up-on-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-8884353540424026285</id><published>2010-01-14T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:04:53.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah that&amp;#39;s it no progress at all as of now. =/ I can&amp;#39;t even look at her w/o crying damn yo I hate this I really hate my life right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-8884353540424026285?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/8884353540424026285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah-that-it-no-progress-at-all-as-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8884353540424026285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8884353540424026285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah-that-it-no-progress-at-all-as-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-3855739777436003356</id><published>2010-01-14T02:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:49:16.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need real help..she wont help me so i think its some to speak to someone that will like a therapist ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-3855739777436003356?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/3855739777436003356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-real-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3855739777436003356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3855739777436003356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-real-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7219940695244733612</id><published>2010-01-13T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:35:12.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theres no time to crawl back to love .. it just keeps going farther away.</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to do... :'(&lt;br /&gt;
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i need her to help me... i miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;
like an idiot i look how to get hurt&amp;nbsp; looking at pictures and such&lt;br /&gt;
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broke another mirror throwing a frame at it ... i need help man....im so hurt its not even funny ... and she doesnt give a damn..but why would she.. i give up on today and tomorrow and rest of senior year.. i simply give up this is all my fault and its all on me im the reason why she doesnt want me why she left me why were not going to prom together and not spending valentines day together and i'll still give her 27 chocolate roses on valentines day and i'll spend my birthday alone and i just wish i had my baby back my girlfriend.... i give up on love on life as of now senior year was over the day she left me and it still hurts even 20 x more as i reminsice and think of how beautiful she is i wish i never did the things i did .... bullshit if god wants us to be together god has nothing to do with this all me i fucked uit up =/ but if she loved me she'd have idk done something =/ i doubt everything now i give up on everyone and everything... no more blogging as of today... its just all depression fuck ck fuck relationships fuck girls fuck everything but her because as angry and sad i may be i'll never see her as anything but my amazing beautiful angel sent to me from god i love you alyssa cedeno and i hope other girls read this cuz bitch i dont want you at all i just want my angel back.. and ill wait =/ goodnight and goodbye blog&lt;br /&gt;
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you broke my heart im hurt im going to be hurt and even after i beg and beg for you to take me back at first and now i beg for some affection to help me stop these feelings or even just a few words you wont give me that then again no 1 said i deserve it ... i miss you so much my amazing&amp;nbsp; angel =/ i love you sweetdreams.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/qnzfinestbchlr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_5bf928650a1c73c342db360ed1dae0f8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/qnzfinestbchlr/l_5bf928650a1c73c342db360ed1dae0f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-3895514704391468004?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/3895514704391468004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3895514704391468004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3895514704391468004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-man.html' title='damn man. . ..'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-3457719270124257101</id><published>2010-01-13T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:14:12.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>if you read this please call me =/&lt;br /&gt;
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i cant' do this shit anymore i need you back soon =( please call me soon just to talk at least&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-3457719270124257101?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/3457719270124257101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3457719270124257101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/3457719270124257101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_13.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7037475402713764712</id><published>2010-01-13T18:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:14:23.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 :D</title><content type='html'>do you think about me as often as i think of you?&lt;br /&gt;
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visited a car dealer today &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;
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of course i connected having a car to her and our plans of having a car lol&lt;br /&gt;
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i miss you come back soon . &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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i love you =T&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm here without you baby, but ur still on my lonely mind, I think about you  baby, and I dream about you all the time, I'm here without you baby, your still  with me in my dreams and of course in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7037475402713764712?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7037475402713764712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7037475402713764712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7037475402713764712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-d.html' title='&lt;3 :D'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2730006951011157380</id><published>2010-01-13T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:55:59.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still pray for an I miss you too . :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2730006951011157380?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2730006951011157380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-pray-for-i-miss-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2730006951011157380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2730006951011157380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-pray-for-i-miss-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-8712616471629288860</id><published>2010-01-13T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:48:02.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in bullshit humanities =/&lt;p&gt;This whole act like I&amp;#39;m fine I don&amp;#39;t think it will work I need more :&amp;#39;( &lt;p&gt;I love you sweety. Time for a test now -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-8712616471629288860?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/8712616471629288860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-bullshit-humanities-this-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8712616471629288860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/8712616471629288860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-bullshit-humanities-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6666674774363437236</id><published>2010-01-13T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:06:08.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t need anyone else . As long as I have your memory I&amp;#39;ll be alright &amp;lt;3 I hope you think of me like I think of you . Not my anymore just an amazing angel .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6666674774363437236?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6666674774363437236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-don-need-anyone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6666674774363437236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6666674774363437236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-don-need-anyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2661143816777045004</id><published>2010-01-13T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:38:00.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about a night =/ had max so I wasn&amp;#39;t alone lol in school now so yeah hoping for a decent day. A hi wouldn&amp;#39;t kill her I miss her :l w.e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2661143816777045004?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2661143816777045004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/talk-about-night-had-max-so-i-wasn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2661143816777045004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2661143816777045004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/talk-about-night-had-max-so-i-wasn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5475930679359784987</id><published>2010-01-13T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:50:55.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You extra special baby don&amp;#39;t leave me baby...&lt;p&gt;Damn you gone &lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;/3 &lt;br&gt;Lakers v. Knicks :D ah! Wish she would have come with me :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5475930679359784987?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5475930679359784987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-extra-special-baby-don-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5475930679359784987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5475930679359784987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-extra-special-baby-don-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4945859611269953016</id><published>2010-01-13T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:14:48.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freely give your heart already :&amp;#39;( damn... Definitely no sleep tonight and mom took the laptop -_- no txts or calls unless your her =/ night blog . I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4945859611269953016?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4945859611269953016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/freely-give-your-heart-already-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4945859611269953016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4945859611269953016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/freely-give-your-heart-already-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1038764116759501340</id><published>2010-01-12T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:12:00.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>idk</title><content type='html'>And I said to myself please turn around please wake up please text me wait at the door be there for me love me like you used to =/ and none of them happenedbreaking a tear in my own desk I couldn't even put my head up man. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;cant say im tired of this love thing =/ I'd still do anything to have her back even if it was going through this for another couple of months . :l I love you sweety i do =/&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog wont be enough for today no sleep for tonight is expected why cant she come back :l if i could just hear that she doesnt love me that im just overeacting and being dumb for so long i didnt give in to the whole concept of being in love and now when i do really feel she leaves me and it hurts too much i hate that now she lies to me of all things . i miss her too much and i want to be out of ck already i wont get her back because of how i cant hold my emotions in because of everything ive done in the past but i changed for her and i need her now of all times seeing her everyday does no good for me but neither would not being able to see her&lt;br /&gt;
i wish i could transfer i have no real memories in ck just the ones with her they are the only ones that really matter .&lt;br /&gt;
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i've made an even bigger mistake i told her i hated her i dont mean it of course but its hard to hold my anger wtf do i do? im in love with her and im happy thats it her i love and am willing to give myself to but what do you when that person doesnt want your heart or anything to do with you ... i love you w. all my heart hunny&lt;br /&gt;
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happy birthday to your pipa.&lt;br /&gt;
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its stupid i'm waiting for a girl who kisses her boyfriend everyday..&lt;br /&gt;
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i have yet to do that lol but im not complaining that shes the last girl ive kissed but whats wrong w. me ? seriously.. things need to change and seeing as to how her hobby now is ignoring me . things wont be getting any better. bye bye blog . &lt;!--3 &lt;br--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-1038764116759501340?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1038764116759501340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1038764116759501340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1038764116759501340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/idk.html' title='idk'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6812825339893875325</id><published>2010-01-12T05:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:40:34.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E =F</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how day by day i saw you slip away and i practically did nothing about it
imissyousomuch my REAL bestfriend my real diary my real love my real number one . i missyoumyamazingangel &lt;3

:'(

i love her . . . . =)
crying? not when your happy about loving someone like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6812825339893875325?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6812825339893875325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-crazy-how-day-by-day-i-saw-you-slip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6812825339893875325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6812825339893875325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-crazy-how-day-by-day-i-saw-you-slip.html' title='L-O-V-E =F'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6569788479579460784</id><published>2010-01-12T05:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:35:17.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No mobile blogging! &gt;=l</title><content type='html'>Yep, its true apparently i can't mobile blog how dumb is that? i won't be a fucking fag and resort to twitter. -_- whatever its 5:14 am awake pretty early right? well it's because i fell asleep at 9 lol woke up at 430ish

Pride is just like water it can be a great yet it can also be a disastrous thing .

This blog is just a form of letting things out kind of like writing it on a piece of paper nd burning it except in this case you just write and forget you ever did write and keep going .

Why is La boda the first song that comes up on my ipod :l fackers.

it's dangerous to give one certain person all of you or to make your mission to make them happy as can be but in that is where you realize no matter what happens to you may it be physical emotional or spiritual damage you were willing to do whatever no correction you are willing to do whatever for that person . of course that person is Alyssa &lt;3 lmao . call me dumb, whipped, for writing this blog and including her but in a way i am shit not only because i think history wins in the end but you don't just let a girl like that go or in my case push her away and i did that.

too late to right my wrongs? forgiveness was given but doesnt mean i'll be with her again something i have to carry on my back for awhile at least and it really bothers me day in day out

senior year so far- thumbs down. lol deep down everyone including yeah is like ah fuck ck i want to leave of course i want to start a new part of my life in college but damn i'll miss her seeing her veryday even if it was to get a dirty look . or just see her pass by me i knew she was in some way ok...plus you miss the annoying fucks in ck lol

I WANT TO LIVE IN MY HUMANITIES CLASS :l
me pongo a pensar que chucha hago llorando por una mujer la unica respuesta que me doy es amor . pero isi esto es el amor bueno si quiero pasarlo pero solo con tigo .

if you read this good? if not idc like i said before its a way of expression
Time for School in a few until then some Dexter ahh :D lol

niggas wanna say i'm depressed that i've gone missing bla bla no your just gay (fake id this nd that) sure she's not dead to me ever but with her gone i am missing a piece. and i think this ones a permanent hole because that hole wont ever be filled.
"im happy for the next girl".... there is no next girl lol but if there ever is that bitch is going to hate me lmao emotionless george back again. &lt;3 lmao btw dexter is a good show . ! okay fuck off blog !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6569788479579460784?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6569788479579460784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-mobilw-blogging-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6569788479579460784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6569788479579460784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-mobilw-blogging-l.html' title='No mobile blogging! &gt;=l'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4139006489003683735</id><published>2010-01-11T02:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:37:53.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 6px;" rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your eyes,
they were the first thing
I noticed about you.
They captured my soul.
In the first second you looked at
Me as a woman I was yours.

Your smile,
It lights up my &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/life-poetry.asp" title="Read More reflective poems and quotes on life and love"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;,
Brings me more peace than the rain.
I could melt in that smile.
I &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/nature-poems.asp" title="'Read more poems about mother nature"&gt;fall&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; with you all over again
Every time I see it.

Your fingertips,
The way they linger on my skin,
So gently I can barely feel them
Sometimes.
Other times smoothing over
My body like a sheath.

Your hands,
That show me your &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;
In a way that words
Never could.
They bring me safety and steadiness.
Thank you for that.

Your body,
The way it holds my attention,
The way your every nuance
Makes me want you even more than
The last time I saw you.

Your feet,
How could I not &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; them?
They are the part of you
That allows me to show you how much
&lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/i-love-you-poems.asp" title="Read more poems expressing the universal feeling of 'I love you'"&gt;I love you&lt;/a&gt;.
I can spoil you to &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/death-poetry.asp" title="'Read poems about death"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;
And there's nothing you can do about it.

I &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; all these things about you,
But what I &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; the most,
Is the You I fell in &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; with.
The You that makes me feel like
I can do and be anything I want to.
The You that lets me know
That I will always have someone Standing beside me, helping me
To be strong and catching me when
I can no longer steady myself.
Thank you.

&lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/i-love-you-poems.asp" title="Read more poems expressing the universal feeling of 'I love you'"&gt;I Love You&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4139006489003683735?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4139006489003683735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4139006489003683735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4139006489003683735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4831139454323047841</id><published>2010-01-09T06:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:41:50.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unread letter.</title><content type='html'>i miss my girlfriend
correction ex
i miss the late nights on the phone
i miss the yelling at each other
i miss saying i love you . . .
i miss the dates.
but more importantly i miss my first and only love
Alyssa Cedeno... you'll never read this lol but im crazy about you girl


i'll miss staying in watching a movie and eating chinese food . when we didn't have money to go out which was often i'll miss everything good and the bad thanks for three and half years of amazing . we might have cried and fought alot but you taught me love its a shame that its a bit too late now seeing as to your new relationshipstatus but i'm here my angel &lt;3 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4831139454323047841?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4831139454323047841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/unread-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4831139454323047841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4831139454323047841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/unread-letter.html' title='The Unread letter.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-909624777738479992</id><published>2010-01-07T03:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:49:28.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FACK x2</title><content type='html'>Scared that its all going to waste that the late nights and endless fights were for nothing .. starting to seem that way but its easier to say its a simple part of life than to actually move on .


not alot of sleep lately too focused on useless things watching Csi, Dexter, South Park just tired of dreaming, its like my dreams are actually better than reality and they revolve around one so its like better off staying awake than sleeping .

at least tonight i ate a twinkie.... shit needs to start getting better need to stop beating myself up .

i'm done blogging for today i guess if you read this idk why you do lawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-909624777738479992?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/909624777738479992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fack-x2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/909624777738479992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/909624777738479992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2010/01/fack-x2.html' title='FACK x2'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6540787617196684191</id><published>2009-12-11T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:22:49.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha im back my long lost blog &lt;3

well its been very up and down lately but i hopefully can get back on my feet
just want to say i have the best family i can ask for . hands down i love them and i'd do anything for them

uhmm yeah thats bout i miss you a.c alot hope your doing good but yeah =D lol im smiling for tonight so thats what matters lol hopefully i get a call from her tonight =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6540787617196684191?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6540787617196684191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-im-back-my-long-lost-blog-3-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6540787617196684191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6540787617196684191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-im-back-my-long-lost-blog-3-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5211591997663067873</id><published>2009-08-05T03:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:39:09.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight up Shit.</title><content type='html'>Mets Game- they lost and it rained for like 3 hours. not even rained just poured Xbox is so damn boring
 Season starts in about two weeks pretty hype.

shit hasnt been right at all. =T

everyone needs to shut the hell up.
just shh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5211591997663067873?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5211591997663067873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/08/straight-up-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5211591997663067873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5211591997663067873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/08/straight-up-shit.html' title='Straight up Shit.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7594541734645890559</id><published>2009-07-20T14:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:30:22.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredoms a Bitch.</title><content type='html'>Xbox has been canceled dont know why =/

so its been comedy shows and gay things like that on youtube lol.

for the moment phone w. alyssa fucking boredom sinks in like a bitch &gt;_&lt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7594541734645890559?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7594541734645890559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredoms-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7594541734645890559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7594541734645890559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredoms-bitch.html' title='Boredoms a Bitch.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-2376020794163035871</id><published>2009-07-15T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:56:44.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F ya World Mine is Better. By Far.</title><content type='html'>Fuck Blogging Son.
smh. thumbs down mon wed fri. football tues thurs time for A and buzzin &lt;3 lmaoo

shits been alright lately making some cash here and there so alls good.

manly girls =T no bueno lmao

cod pawnage has gotten lame =P

keep listening to murs people

and people under the stairs.

and a little bit of pharrell

buy me supreme shit &lt;3 =D! sz M =* happy birthday Coach Capace the end. ^_^

f your world mine is better. later fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-2376020794163035871?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/2376020794163035871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-ya-world-mine-is-better-by-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2376020794163035871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/2376020794163035871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-ya-world-mine-is-better-by-far.html' title='F ya World Mine is Better. By Far.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-9204415304777596749</id><published>2009-07-07T12:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:13:21.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontin.</title><content type='html'>Well this is a re-do last blog got messed up idk html. piece of crap anyways in a nutshell cod. food and football other than that not much is going on in my life but thats fine those three things are morethan enough =D

this will be short and sweet.

come home soon A &lt;3
 Cod pawnage now later.


&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWYn8atAHvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWYn8atAHvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-9204415304777596749?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/9204415304777596749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/frontin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/9204415304777596749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/9204415304777596749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/07/frontin.html' title='Frontin.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4117277104140960750</id><published>2009-06-29T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:58:15.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>no i dont need the summer so fucking pointless. all it does is give my dad time to yell at me. and to blames life problems on me but fucking people who kick their grandmothers in the neck *honestly never thought the bitch could jump that high* are getting new coach shoes from my dad

and im the bad one lmao

dennis is on my bed im bored as fuck going to get my working papers
year one was the worst movie ever dont go see it.. ever
and on that note im out =T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4117277104140960750?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4117277104140960750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4117277104140960750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4117277104140960750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-4298924732711879803</id><published>2009-06-20T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:00:24.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the study of guap ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;fuckin insomnia yo. lmao like three days in a row i fall asleep at like 8 lmao . brazy lifestyle my G . haha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;had a pretty cool night for my man erics birthday haha went to this restaurant in the city then hit up steinway ;D lol buehh.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i miss my primo but he making that "papuh" but has no social life...personally speaking i much rather have the papuh lmao. &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;anyways cuzzang when you read this imy&lt;3&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;did hookah con alyeeesa da fuck right? lol it was pretty cool though we had "MOOONSTA BUGGAS" (anna voice) haha.  through out the dinner i felt someone touching my leg it was gay boy andre. -.-  there was like some weird stuff in my water resembled spit but idk shit was gross =/ fuck my foot fell asleep!! ow ow ow .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"help me find myself like i found you" listening to this damn song all night lmao found it on some kids iss page like mad queer son? =D lmao.. uhh idk what else is there to say fucking papito max is dead asleep on my bed and pillow.    &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;might as well do it forsale&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.solecollector.com/forums/nyc-og-bred-16-s-brian-andersons-sz8-9-5-fs-ft-nyc-t893834.html&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;wow right ? lmao. i remember i bought that jacket a looong time ago but uhm..highlights of the night spending time with my friends =D burnt $50 beans. like damn papi. not alot to you but thats a new supreme camp hat for me . =[&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I HAVE BEEN SO NERVOUS ABOUT THE SAT SCORES. i cant see them till the 25 th at 8:01 am lol well this is a pretty productive blog so far i like i like ^_^ but im going to go watch superbad payce beeshes and neeguhs =T &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;when will i ever get my degree in guapology? fuckface killah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-4298924732711879803?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/4298924732711879803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-of-guap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4298924732711879803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/4298924732711879803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-of-guap.html' title='the study of guap ^-^'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-7350460597175923355</id><published>2009-06-08T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:50:21.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fatfuck &lt;3</title><content type='html'>AIGHTT. its been a while true sorry to whoever reads this shit lol
updates in my life none =)
seniors at my school graduated most of em were queer so whatev. took my sats recently parents took away my phone and eveyr possible form of communication until the day aftermy sat so yeah gay dude. bought another supreme hat ^_^ today went to a graduation bbq for my friend dan fuckin indonesians X_x annoying as bolas, felt kind of dumb i thought it was shitty spaghetti but your supposed to eat it with this soup so yeah =/.


Had to give my phone in again because i have another test next sat like dafook mate =(

ihate fat people especially ones named Dary Pereira.

and people who have $$$ should share because im a poor ass dude. but fucking cute so yeah . but poor and confused and annoyed easily pretty soon ill be cutting people off we'll see

oh dude! i know this one bitch whose dirty as fuck but she has swine i laughed when i saw it in her away lmao like ok tell the world your a dirty ass girl
who got swine haha xD id actually be playing some 2k9 right now but had to give my parents damn hardrive like wow.
i realized it'd been a while since i saw my indo friends theyre all darker like caramel no longer yellow lmao. as usual im the darkest one ='(
 so repeat hate dennis he has a chode and el cucu is going to eat him

the hangover &lt;3.

happy birthday alyssa end my blog with that love youu although we argue like 24.7 and i do strangle you love you k bye blog fuckers.


btw angelica is a chode too who needs guidance from her mudder and fadder and oontee lmao . buehh D= &lt;3.


A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-7350460597175923355?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/7350460597175923355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatfuck-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7350460597175923355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/7350460597175923355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatfuck-3.html' title='fatfuck &lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6070106759144746864</id><published>2009-05-03T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:34:09.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cloves&lt;3</title><content type='html'>alright so  this weekend went out with a coouple o' friends on friday
i stayed home like a gat =E but played MLB 2K9 so alls good . saturday went out with some friends idk but im tending to hate people who speak other languages in front of me im like ah fuck lol although i did do that quite a bit =T this is a bit of a useless blog idk. ive been thinkin mad shit lately and idk if its worth the blog.

my dad got mad at me because of my allergies he told me stop snezing -____- wtF?

certain shit goes in one ear nd out the other not me mans. i hold grudges ^_^ not good but hey neither is cigarettes yet you people out there still smoke them..
allergies keep me up till idk 1  hate it whatever im out shit mood again..

cant even say a damn bad thing bout it.
thats the best feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6070106759144746864?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6070106759144746864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloves3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6070106759144746864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6070106759144746864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloves3.html' title='cloves&lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-310808878340591478</id><published>2009-04-27T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:29:53.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE!</title><content type='html'>damn been a few days lol sorry peeps ^_^ so yeah today being monday idk why but i fell asleep the second i sat in my seat in each of my classes from 1 to 3 (history,english, math) did not get caught once ;) developed a new method to sleep too lol. either ways shits been blah arguments here and there football workouts colleges disputes with parents. todays the anniversary of grandmother when she passed away this is my moms mother so i never met her =[ but she's in heaven so alls good over here mom wasnt too good though

dad kinda got mad at me because i dont text him or my mom during school like wtf? O_O
so yeah now i text my parents during school or bbm since they all decided to get a blackberry after i did smh =/ WORD TO THE WISE. dont go to old westbury lmao gross school. Stonybrook&lt;3

lmao well just wanted to update this sheet. payce byotches.

blame it on the ahahahahahahacohol baby =] lol

chu smh hes black not mexican.

OK BYE =D

bitch =E lmao  I HATE FATTIES NAMED DENNIS =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-310808878340591478?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/310808878340591478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/310808878340591478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/310808878340591478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/late.html' title='LATE!'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-1738542884571117750</id><published>2009-04-21T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:45:07.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipknot &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today was a bleh blah type of day didnt do shit. Considering it's 4/20 everybodys like ah lets smoke blah blah im like -_- lol =D so yeah this nigga eric is going around looking for someone to roll for him lmao. funny moment so yeah football workouts were gay too.  This kid in my anatomy class started to drool lmao so yeah wasnt THAT blah but still 7 out of 10 type of day more like 6.  Well i saw alyssa in school like iw will till we graduate  she sat away from me during lunch sure it felt o.d weird =/ but for the best right? i hope perhaps idk man.

My line won a relay race during football workouts =D . lol damn im running out of stuff already

BOOM CHIK POW Nigga!
later

facebook status- whats for breakfast? =D (ya know because it asks whats on your mind ) penis dary goes like dick and toast. funny thing for the day later blogspotworld !

madden gets boring after awhile fuck but i love the game :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-1738542884571117750?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/1738542884571117750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/slipknot-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1738542884571117750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/1738542884571117750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/slipknot-3.html' title='Slipknot &lt;3'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-6842100436910749797</id><published>2009-04-20T01:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:17:33.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F to the U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MMMMk. Lets start this blog i slacked since friday :'( so since then i have pretty much gotten hurt lol. I went to my aunts house right for a bbq (spanish people -_-) so yeah bbq alls good im dozing off like i always do and her son hits me in the head with a fucking thomas the engine trunk like wtf mate? lol that day was fun (sat.)  trampoline w/ dragonlord Dennis and his boyfriend Eli. who happens to put the eli in feliz navidad O_o  i ate steakums =P

so today we had really good weather yet mets fucking lost so i was pretty pissed most of the day im dozing off again at my aunts house so she says lets go jump on the trampoline  im like alright whtev like 7 people in a tiny trampoline lol so everyone does their flip my turn bang smash my knee into my mouth lmao mouth starts bleeding try to play it off but i start feeling dizzy lmao .  so yeah i have like an inch long gash inside my mouth behind my lip FML RIGHT?

School tomorrow bummer kind of
i see her &lt;3 but honestly it wont eb the same. i love her but idk.
either way lo que pasa pasa

funny shit of the day - "my cock your mouth whats good? =D " - Dennis &lt;3


one more thing life is confusing i hate indecision and just ah! things usually dont work out yet when they do keep it but dont suffocate it let it breathe and happen &lt;3.  whatev peace who ever reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-6842100436910749797?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/6842100436910749797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/sun-is-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6842100436910749797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/6842100436910749797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/sun-is-mean.html' title='F to the U'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650779916513734957.post-5650451857803492090</id><published>2009-04-17T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:05:25.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of My Blog d^_^b</title><content type='html'>Well names George, decided to make a  blog out of boredom kind of inspired by seeing my friend Angie's so whatev.. she helped me make it, that doesnt make her cool though =P (shes a byotch.) =X well lets see for today: i woke up at like 2 X_x wanted ihop so bad (still do) then took care of my dad hes kind of sick =/, except now he's out with his friend and im home right now writing this O_o so i played xbox all day went on facebook and ate whatevs i could find and watched south park =D.

yesterday though!
went to the middle of nowhere to my friend eric's house chilled there for a few then we  went to see oliver perez at Citi Field! huge met fan ^_^ went with eric, his gf ana, and her friend stephanie whose pretty cool i guess.  So yeah the new stadium is pretty tough. After that i went to get Subways with them pretty delicioso...(that was homo) -.- so uh yeah got home at like idk 1245 maybe either way dad was bound to give a speech he gave it i semi-heard and went to my room.  anyways! enough of this vicious typing. Blog Post number 1


i wonder how long i'll keep this up for lawls (stolen) ^_^
payce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650779916513734957-5650451857803492090?l=tueresfea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/feeds/5650451857803492090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-of-my-blog-db.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5650451857803492090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650779916513734957/posts/default/5650451857803492090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueresfea.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-of-my-blog-db.html' title='Birth of My Blog d^_^b'/><author><name>Jorge.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zJfXZLx8O8Q/S2Xye9P51lI/AAAAAAAAABc/sKcAdOd_M1Q/S220/ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
