<?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-12004586</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:42:42.360-07:00</updated><category term='anonimous'/><category term='anonimo'/><category term='comments'/><title type='text'>He Who Cannot Be Named</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7427642099353436287</id><published>2010-03-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:39:30.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final</title><summary type='text'>Despues de 223 post, y varios años de escribir, o no escribir por meses, este blog llega a su fin. Permanecera aca para tener el registro de lo escrito, pero desde hoy, queda de lado y seguire en otro espacio, mas adecuado para quien soy hoy.Si por alguna extraña razon quiere leer lo que ocasionalmente escribo, puede hacerlo en:http://newenfarathoughts.blogspot.comCheerS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7427642099353436287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7427642099353436287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7427642099353436287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7427642099353436287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2010/03/final.html' title='Final'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-9019881385739365258</id><published>2010-01-13T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:28:56.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuestion de actitud</title><summary type='text'>La vida es cuestion de actitud, a lo largo de nuestra vida, podemos ser felices o desgraciados, dependiendo de si queremos serlo o no. Hace poco vivi esto en carne propia, porque yo mismo me estaba poniendo en un estado de animo maluco, jarto, y mamon. y era por eso que no era feliz esos dias. y era por eso que peleaba con los que peleaba esos dias. luego cambie de actitud y todo mejoro, y los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/9019881385739365258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=9019881385739365258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9019881385739365258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9019881385739365258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuestion-de-actitud_13.html' title='Cuestion de actitud'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4354265233240803917</id><published>2010-01-12T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:58:45.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovacion</title><summary type='text'>Hay veces que renovar da mas energia, el hecho de hacer el cambio, que las cosas sean / se vean diferentes. A todos nos da miedo el cambio, pero al mismo tiempo nos gusta. El misterio atrae al ser humano.Aunque algunos le tiene fobia. jajajaja. pero el cambio es una chimba. no hay nada que hacer. el cambio va mucho con mi personalidad. cuando las cosas se mantienen iguales por mucho tiempo tiende</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4354265233240803917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4354265233240803917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4354265233240803917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4354265233240803917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2010/01/renovacion.html' title='Renovacion'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6964705764844349186</id><published>2010-01-12T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:55:03.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos pesados</title><summary type='text'>los ojos se abren, se cierran, se vuelven a abrir, pero siguen estando pesados, cada vez que los abro los puedo mantener un instante mas abiertos, pero todavia estan pesados, la luz molesta, parece que volvi a despertar tarde hoy.Los vuelvo a abrir y los mantengo abiertos para que se acostumbren a la luz, dejen el peso a un lado. que el iris se cierre. que el aire no irrite, que los parpados se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6964705764844349186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6964705764844349186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6964705764844349186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6964705764844349186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2010/01/ojos-pesados.html' title='Ojos pesados'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6506581755473689580</id><published>2009-12-23T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:07:14.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><summary type='text'>Las lineas de la vida, aunque algunas personas las llaman destino. son las lineas el universo, la energia, la vida. Lo que nos mueve hacia adelante, lo que nos muestra el camino, lo que nos guia por la experiencia. La experiencia de tomar decisiones, de acciones y lamentos.Las lineas se mueven, mutan y transforman tanto a ellas mismas como a sus compañeras, estan vivas y reaccionan a todo lo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6506581755473689580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6506581755473689580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6506581755473689580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6506581755473689580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/12/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6188705901166582568</id><published>2009-12-16T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:30:57.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><summary type='text'>Sera que este BLOG ya llego a su fin?Cada vez que se me ocurre escribir de algo en estos dias pienso en eso.Sera que ya es hora?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6188705901166582568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6188705901166582568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6188705901166582568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6188705901166582568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-5876537286051057176</id><published>2009-12-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:41:17.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclos y Resonancia</title><summary type='text'>El tiempo pasa, y los ciclos terminan, comienzan y se desenvuelven.No hay ciclo mas tipico que el del tiempo de una pareja, llega el primer mes y es "importante" luego llega el siguiente mes, y asi, hasta los 6. luego llega el primer año y luego otros mas, si es que la relacion dura todo ese tiempo.  en fin.Para nosotros los humanos (aun) tiene un valor emocional, sentimental, mental el que pase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/5876537286051057176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=5876537286051057176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5876537286051057176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5876537286051057176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/12/ciclos-y-resonancia.html' title='Ciclos y Resonancia'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6057697957485664539</id><published>2009-11-25T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:48:18.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista</title><summary type='text'>Hoy me entrevistaron en la calle. aunque no deberia decir entrevistaron. solo me hicieron una pregunta y ya. Pero sali en la televisora y que tal. un compañero del colegio me llamo al celular a decirme que me habia visto, otra persona por chat me dijo y otro amigo me mando un mensaje por facebook.la pregunta era que si hacia transferencias y pagos por internet. y que si no tenia miedos por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6057697957485664539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6057697957485664539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6057697957485664539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6057697957485664539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/entrevista.html' title='Entrevista'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7175300391938110043</id><published>2009-11-24T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:59:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Noche en Cartagena</title><summary type='text'>De varias una fue la mejor. La mejor de varias noches que vinieron despues.Todas tambien buenas noches, pero la primera fue la que tenia el aire de esperanza, olo de felicidad y color de mariposas.Colodes de cambio y sabor de tranquilidad. Tranquilidad de conocimiento, de compañia, de encuentro y descubrimiento.Muy buen viaje a cartagena.Muy buenas noches que lo siguieron.Quiero tener noches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7175300391938110043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7175300391938110043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7175300391938110043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7175300391938110043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-noche-en-cartagena.html' title='Una Noche en Cartagena'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6882639030989912949</id><published>2009-11-23T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:00:48.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverancia</title><summary type='text'>Todo es cuestion de perseverancia. Cuestion de mantenerse "en la lucha".Despertar todos los dias, levantarse, arreglarse, salir al trabajo, seguir la rutina diaria, volver a casa, comer, seguir con la rutina nocturna, escribir en el blog y dormir.Cuestion de pasar un dia a la vez, mientras construimos un mejor futuro, la pregunta es, que es un mejor futuro?alguno ni piensan en construir nada, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6882639030989912949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6882639030989912949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6882639030989912949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6882639030989912949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/perseverancia.html' title='Perseverancia'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7871136424999918954</id><published>2009-11-22T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:17:01.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percepciones</title><summary type='text'>El tiempo es muy relativo a la atencion que prestamos o lo concentrados que estamos.Lo tipico, Cuando estamos entretenidos el tiempo pasa rapido. cuando estamos aburridos, el tiempo pasa lento.pero claro es cuestion de percepciones porque el tiempo es constante lo que cambia es cuanto lo sentimos.Este fin de semana fue demasiado corto,  parece que solo hubiera sido de un dia, y se durmio, se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7871136424999918954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7871136424999918954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7871136424999918954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7871136424999918954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/percepciones.html' title='Percepciones'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2220562566713408113</id><published>2009-11-22T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:37:18.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexo</title><summary type='text'>He tenido par de converzaciones sobre soxe ultimamente, con dos mujeres con quienes se llego al tema y no hubo tapujos ni cucarachas en la cabeza para hablar del asunto. Satisfaje cierta curiosidad que tenia por preguntar cosas sobre como ellas ven las vainas. Sobre cosas particulares, bien interesante ver la opinion "femenina" del asunto. Donde se prueba y se comprueba, que por mas que la mente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2220562566713408113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2220562566713408113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2220562566713408113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2220562566713408113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/sexo.html' title='Sexo'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6372790076760334457</id><published>2009-11-21T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:50:34.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Post de Anoche</title><summary type='text'>Cocacola Mata Tinto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6372790076760334457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6372790076760334457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6372790076760334457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6372790076760334457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-post-de-anoche.html' title='El Post de Anoche'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6102040622025840499</id><published>2009-11-19T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:22:29.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Ejercicio.</title><summary type='text'>El ejercicio va bien. a exepcion del fin de semana, que estuve fuera de la ciudad y no tenia internet en donde estaba.  (de facil acceso). Se ha cumplido con el cometido de escribir todos los dias. la alarma ha funcionado y hasta me he parado de la cama un par de veces para escribir cuando me he acostado antes de las 12, por mas sueño que tenga.Pero ya llega al otro extremo, en que hay veces que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6102040622025840499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6102040622025840499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6102040622025840499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6102040622025840499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-ejercicio.html' title='El Ejercicio.'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4608208273647967098</id><published>2009-11-18T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:13:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08</title><summary type='text'>Hoy vi varios trailers de peliculas que quiero ver...y aparte vi una peli que me gusto bastante. Sword of the Stranger. es Anime de muy buena calidad las animaciones son buenas las graficas excelentes y la historia, aunque tiene cosas predecibles, hoy en dia es MUY dificil encontrar una peli que nos los tenga, es bastante buena. Me gusto que no hay historia de amor, al menos no hay la chica linda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4608208273647967098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4608208273647967098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4608208273647967098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4608208273647967098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/08.html' title='08'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4716588093169735347</id><published>2009-11-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:36:56.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estomago</title><summary type='text'>Pues hoy me levante unpoco mejor que ayer, pero igual. el estomago ha estado revolviendose todo el dia. No fui a trabajar hoy. pensando que si me quedaba reposando en la casa me iba a mejorar, pero pailas, no me mejore, sigue el estomago revolcandose a cada rato.Siento como si estuviera lleno de aire, porque siento burbujas paseandose por todo los intestinos...  una mamera.En fin. el caso es que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4716588093169735347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4716588093169735347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4716588093169735347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4716588093169735347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/estomago.html' title='Estomago'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-3273521870577523840</id><published>2009-11-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:11:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunes de Vuelta a la Realidad</title><summary type='text'>El fin de semana fue bueno. Se gozo, se bailo un poquito. se descanso.La vaina es llegar enfermo otra vez a la civilizacion, como que el almuerzo me callo mal y el estomago me esta dando vueltas. que mamera!Ojala cuando despierte mañana en la mañana ya este bien. Pero por el momento toca aguantarse. Pailas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/3273521870577523840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=3273521870577523840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3273521870577523840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3273521870577523840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunes-de-vuelta-la-realidad.html' title='Lunes de Vuelta a la Realidad'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-8948267704414220796</id><published>2009-11-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:45:13.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 48</title><summary type='text'>No me gusta la velocidad de trabajo que mantengo, a veces siento que soy lento, que las vainas no salen. pero pues ahi poco a poco se hace. (actitud positiva?)lo unico que se puede hacer es mantenerse en la accion y esperar mejorar con cada dia que pasa.Puente de paseo, matri el sabado y paseo de cumple el domingo.. y Viaje de vuelta el lunes...No hay internet en la finca, por tanto no prometo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/8948267704414220796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=8948267704414220796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8948267704414220796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8948267704414220796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/48.html' title='# 48'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6333828576180662809</id><published>2009-11-12T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:36:13.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Nuevo Dia.</title><summary type='text'>Los dias pasan, las horas nos cuentan, los minutos respiran, y nosotros seguimos igual. la smujeres suspiran, los hombres esperan, las mujeres miran, lo hombres actuan.Hay una mujer por ahi que me hace pensar de vez en cuando. no esta a mi lado, pero tampoco esta lejos. El que quiere puede. pero el tiempo es un factor, porque aunque este cerca, no esta a mi lado. y encontrarnos no es facil.Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6333828576180662809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6333828576180662809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6333828576180662809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6333828576180662809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-nuevo-dia.html' title='Un Nuevo Dia.'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-682184530273976096</id><published>2009-11-11T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:29:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><summary type='text'>No need to put into words. Feelings are there, the energy is there, open your soul to the rythm and dance, sing, let yourself go, le youtself be free. Run in the clouds, swimm in the sun, breathe the earth, be consumed.Listen to the wind, feel the sounds, move your feet into the ground. Give your best, feel your rest, drink the stress and break a sweat.Cheers to the sky, give it all youve got. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/682184530273976096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=682184530273976096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/682184530273976096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/682184530273976096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-3977787825745720720</id><published>2009-11-11T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:33:48.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olvido</title><summary type='text'>Bueno, ayer fue el primer dia que olvido escribi. aunque no siento que lo halla olvidado, porque todos los dias es por la alarma que me acuerdo y escribo. la vaina es que la alarma suena a las 11:59 de la noche. y ayer me acoste a dormir a las 10:00 de la noche, cosa que no hacia hace no se cuanto tiempo. y he ahi la razon por la cual no escribi anoche.Pero bueno, el caso es que ya estoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/3977787825745720720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=3977787825745720720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3977787825745720720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3977787825745720720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/olvido_11.html' title='Olvido'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-103529376093926943</id><published>2009-11-09T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:35:06.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olvido</title><summary type='text'>Hoy casi se me olvida.. si no es porque miro el iPod (donde esta la alarma para escribir) antes de irme a dormir, se me habria pasado por completo esto de entrar a escribir algo.estoy mamado!, bueno no mamado, pero mis ojos si estan super cansados. ya faltan 15 para las 3 AM. deberia haberme acostado a dormir hace rato, pero no. deje para ultima hora una pendejada de algo que tenia que hacer para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/103529376093926943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=103529376093926943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/103529376093926943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/103529376093926943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/olvido.html' title='Olvido'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6526905125999166216</id><published>2009-11-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:21:34.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><summary type='text'>Ho fue un dia de despertar tarde (igual que ayer) y ver tv casi todo el dia.Tengo varias series que tienen varios episodios represados ahi, esperando pacientemente a que yo tenga tiempo para verlos. y hoy fue un dia de esos.asi que me sente desde temprano y empeze a ver capitulo por capitulo. aunque solo pude ver como 13 episodios de cosas.  me quedaron muchos todavia por ver.Si, fueron varias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6526905125999166216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6526905125999166216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6526905125999166216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6526905125999166216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-1437325518160187449</id><published>2009-11-08T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:03:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Werewolf</title><summary type='text'>Es un juego de rol.Pero no es como Dungeons and dragons, ni werefolves y todos esos juegos donde empiezas un personaje y tienes que jugar durante semanas desarrollandolo y eso. nope. este es un juego de rol donde en cuestion de media hora se acaba el juego. a veces dura un ahora. pero mas de eso es muy raro.La idea es que hay una aldea, y en esta aldea hay 1 Hombre Lobo por cada 3 jugadores. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/1437325518160187449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=1437325518160187449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1437325518160187449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1437325518160187449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimate-werewolf.html' title='Ultimate Werewolf'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-9014115927860743688</id><published>2009-11-06T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:33:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No 4</title><summary type='text'>Es interesante como estos dias me estoy cansando antes de media noche. ya los ojos pesa, y la cama llama a gritos.  y aunque todavia estoy despierto. estoy medio zombie.Hoy en la office fue viernes y el ambiente estaba cero de trabajo, mas bien de rumba de parchar de tomarse algo pero no de trabajar ni de hacer nada laboral ni de ocupaciones serias.pero bueno se supero el dia, y se salio a tomar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/9014115927860743688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=9014115927860743688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9014115927860743688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9014115927860743688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-4.html' title='No 4'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-9106537074796644184</id><published>2009-11-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:48:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumbres</title><summary type='text'>Somos animales de costumbre. nos acostumbramos a la cama donde dormimos, los zapatos que nos ponemos, la calle por la que caminamos, entre otras muchas cosas mas.Una de ellas es nuestra sombra, que cambia dependiendo de la ropa y nuestar figura.Hoy me corte el pelo, vuelvo a tener el pelo corto y una de las cosas que me sorprende cuando esto pasa, es que la sombra cambia drasticamente.  Antes era</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/9106537074796644184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=9106537074796644184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9106537074796644184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/9106537074796644184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/costumbres.html' title='Costumbres'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7257752344967214857</id><published>2009-11-04T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:11:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Sensura</title><summary type='text'>Esto es algo que nos pasa a todos...siempre que empezamos a escribir en un blog, no tenemos lectores, ni nadie conoce nuestro blog, entonces podemos escribir lo que sea sobre quien sea, y no hay problema, porque sabemos que las personas involucradas nuca lo avan a leer.Partiendo que el blog funcione como algo terapeutico, la idea es desahogarse y no hacer daño a nadie.Pero cuando ya nos conocen, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7257752344967214857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7257752344967214857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7257752344967214857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7257752344967214857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/auto-sensura.html' title='Auto Sensura'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-5992112525775488927</id><published>2009-11-03T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:39:58.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>los 30 dias</title><summary type='text'>Bueno, quiero volver a escribir por aca, ya tengo varios escritos ahi en un cuaderno de notas, asi que tengo al menos 4 post para publicar. pero la idea no es simplemente publicar el par de escritos que tengo guardados, sino volver a adquirir esa costumbre de escribir cosas por aca.Volver a entrar en contacto con todas las personas que merodean por la blogosfera.asi que empezando desde hoy, el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/5992112525775488927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=5992112525775488927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5992112525775488927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5992112525775488927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/11/los-30-dias.html' title='los 30 dias'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2212929031769337390</id><published>2009-08-25T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:26:10.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Pregunto...</title><summary type='text'>La gente todavia leera esto?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2212929031769337390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2212929031769337390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2212929031769337390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2212929031769337390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-pregunto.html' title='Me Pregunto...'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-983864478226355959</id><published>2009-02-28T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:02:48.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Curious Feeling</title><summary type='text'>I just can't put my finger on it.  there's this thing that just isn't right. sometimes it appears to show itself but when it's about to get caught it goes away, disappears in thin air.I can't say what it's like, it's just there, and then it's not. It comes with strength corrodes whatever protection there is, and goes trough. Nothing anyone can do about it.Sometimes is loneliness, sometimes it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/983864478226355959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=983864478226355959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/983864478226355959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/983864478226355959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-feeling.html' title='A Curious Feeling'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4446744823476151807</id><published>2009-02-21T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:31:43.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan Solo un Abrazo</title><summary type='text'>Nos puede dar un sentimiento de satisfaccion increible.Contigo me siento bien. Alegria llena mi corazon. Poder hacer cosas por ti, estar a tu lado, darte placer. Darte tan solo un abrazo. Rodear tu cuerpo con mis brazos, sostener tu cabeza en mi pecho. Tenerte ahi con el unico movimiento siendo el de nuestra respiracion.Acostarme a tu lado y sentir el latido de tu corazon, la sangre corriendo por</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4446744823476151807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4446744823476151807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4446744823476151807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4446744823476151807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/02/tan-solo-un-abrazo.html' title='Tan Solo un Abrazo'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2501417878399917498</id><published>2009-02-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:49:03.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaciones</title><summary type='text'>No me voy a quejar de las relaciones que he tenido, porque mal que bien, han sido buenas y de todas se aprende algo. pero si tengo que decir que vivimos en un mondo en donde estamos muy a la defensiva.Bueno las que me han tocado a mi estan siempre o nada interesadas, o mucho mas que yo. y en las relaciones hay que tener un equilibrio para poder avanzar. o sino siempre uno queda botado detras en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2501417878399917498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2501417878399917498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2501417878399917498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2501417878399917498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2009/02/relaciones.html' title='Relaciones'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-1775010039922693855</id><published>2008-11-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:28:18.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out of my Mind</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes your in. and sometimes your out.I wish I could just shove you out.The problem is the walls, not the door.The door is old, no security what so ever,easily opened, but it jams sometimes.There's no oil in the hinges.But even with no oil, there's no sound when it opens or closes,Only sometimes I realize when it happens.When it jams, there's nothing you can do. it's JAMMEDI have a picture of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/1775010039922693855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=1775010039922693855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1775010039922693855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1775010039922693855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-and-out-of-my-mind.html' title='In and Out of my Mind'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6626457300057639295</id><published>2008-11-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:47:49.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Heart</title><summary type='text'>I can only see you in light. Bluish, greenish light.no red permeates my eyes.Just standing there, being you. saying your voice.touching the wind with your movements.call me or look away, there's no way I won't stay.I'll stay and look at you, walk around and hear your steps.I'll look around, and enjoy all the light around.see with my heart and hear with my pulse.My heart still beats, it betas for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6626457300057639295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6626457300057639295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6626457300057639295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6626457300057639295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-heart.html' title='From the Heart'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6252305762479865465</id><published>2008-10-30T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:55:18.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><summary type='text'>Te Extranho. El ser que mas me hace falta en la vida.Fuiste lo primero para mi.estuviste ahi conmigo.Fuiste mi primer sentir.me acompanhaste por un tiempo.Fuiste mi amiga. Fuiste mi hermana.Fuiste mi companhera del alma.Fuimos parte del mismo, eramos uno.Te fuiste, desapareciste.ya no estas,no te veo, no te siento.Me haces falta... tanta falta.Me habria encantado conocerte, ayudarte.estar contigo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6252305762479865465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6252305762479865465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6252305762479865465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6252305762479865465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/10/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7585485116759125784</id><published>2008-10-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:26:20.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:20</title><summary type='text'>Una cancion.Una cancion para expresar, Una cancion para mostrar, una cancion para sentir, una cancion para vivir.La misma cancion.Razgando las cuerdas de la guitarra, fluyen las palabras desde las vocales.puntiando las notas de un acorde, siento el vibrar del aire.la nota sube, el acorde baja.el silencio permite, la guitarra nos habla.Una cuerda suena, mientras las otras callan,mi corazon escucha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7585485116759125784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7585485116759125784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7585485116759125784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7585485116759125784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/10/1120.html' title='11:20'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7025791454083934363</id><published>2008-10-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:04:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want</title><summary type='text'>I want to feel, I want to kneel.I want to dream, I want to Give.I want to love, I want to know.I want to receive, I want to believe.I want to have, I want to grab.I want to steal, I want to, please.I want to look, I want to choose.I want to decide, I want to collide.I want to swim, I want to scream.I want to jump, I want to fall.I want to break, I want to take.I want to touch, I want to punch.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7025791454083934363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7025791454083934363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7025791454083934363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7025791454083934363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want.html' title='I Want'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-1082966626398361718</id><published>2008-10-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:16:24.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><summary type='text'>Sentado en un cafe, mirando por la ventana veo caminar mujeres por ahi, algunas me miran, otras ni se dan cuenta que las estoy mirando. Las que voltean a veces voltean varias veces, y se quedan tambien mirando un poco. pero no se acercan, siguen caminando, siguen pa donde van, algunas van relajadas, otras van tarde y se apresuran para tratar de no llegar mas tarde de lo que ya van.Algunas caminan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/1082966626398361718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=1082966626398361718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1082966626398361718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/1082966626398361718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/10/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4127542884532886253</id><published>2008-10-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:54:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings 02</title><summary type='text'>El tiempo pasa, las gotas caen....trillado, frase repetida countless times.Respiro el aire a mi alrededor, sin tu aroma esta incompleto, el sentimiento al respirar, me falta tu mirar, tu aliento ts suspiros.Amor, ven a mi, ven y sientate a mi lado. Resira conmigo, camina al lado, mira hacia mi, siente mi aura, es la tuya.el sonido nos traspasa, el amor lo persigue, el aire los lleva, con sus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4127542884532886253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4127542884532886253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4127542884532886253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4127542884532886253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramblings-02.html' title='Ramblings 02'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2801088001588942569</id><published>2008-06-04T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:58:36.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XZCV</title><summary type='text'>Words going out. memories coming back.feelings still recoiling, ready to strike back.ready to break free, running to the sides.remember the names past. make new ones in memory.let go of the unwelcome, smile to the unexpected.dont look to the side. keep your eyes open.don't breathe the drug. of blindness ignorance.don't let the ones around guide the way of the unrelenting time change. go forth and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2801088001588942569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2801088001588942569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2801088001588942569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2801088001588942569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/06/xzcv.html' title='XZCV'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-3420200560013389492</id><published>2008-04-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:04:22.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Drawing</title><summary type='text'>He was skimming through his sketchPad on his way down the elevator. The litle girl next to him watcheng from the corner of her eyes as he went from one page to the other.Ding!The elevator door opens in the first floor. he gets out and walks out. he opens the building door, goes out and holds it for the ones behind him. It's the little girl."You're a very good artis"" she says with an enormous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/3420200560013389492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=3420200560013389492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3420200560013389492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3420200560013389492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-drawing.html' title='A Simple Drawing'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-34415652443480761</id><published>2008-03-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:17:17.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiles</title><summary type='text'>Many ppl over the years have talked about personalities, profiles, psychology, whatever you want to call it.When you hear about it you agree with what others say, 'cause they actually make sense.but what about making your own idea about it?Have you ever thought about what type of humans there are? how many? how they work? what moves each and everyone of them?it's ok to study what others have come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/34415652443480761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=34415652443480761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/34415652443480761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/34415652443480761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/03/profiles.html' title='Profiles'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2349445452196326469</id><published>2008-03-11T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:10:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>Back to the friend. to him that's always there when I need it. always at the perfect time. always at the perfect place.  theres no wrong with him. he just sits there and listens to my rantings about life. about what I'm doing. about what I like or dislike. about whats on my mind.he's always there when I need him. and now I write again, for I have thoughts that need an outlet.Let this be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2349445452196326469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2349445452196326469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2349445452196326469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2349445452196326469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-3546391409041992788</id><published>2007-11-20T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:48:39.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy</title><summary type='text'>La lay de murphy es madreada por todo el mundo. todos nos quejamos de ella y pensamos lo peor de murphy.pero la realidad es que cada quien es culpable de sus cosas, y de sus experiencias... no voy a decir que es que todo lo que nos pasa esta totalmente en nuestras manos... esta en gran parte en nuestras manos pero hay un porcentaje que no podemos controlar. y por mas que queramos nunca en esta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/3546391409041992788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=3546391409041992788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3546391409041992788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/3546391409041992788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/11/murphy.html' title='Murphy'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6726908997115605444</id><published>2007-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:07:22.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light vs Dark</title><summary type='text'>Unanse a mi.....Click Aqui!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6726908997115605444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6726908997115605444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6726908997115605444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6726908997115605444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/09/light-vs-dark.html' title='Light vs Dark'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4360442114262220544</id><published>2007-09-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:46:15.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoro</title><summary type='text'>Desde hace algun tiempo una cierta persona me esta ignorando. me esta rechasand y esta cortando todo contacto posible conmigo. La verdad es que me duele, y no entiendo la razon de un comportamiento de esta naturaleza. no entiendo de donde sale la intencion. sera que tanto me odia? alguien me dijo una vez que era miedo. pero miedo a que???? eso no son guevonadas pero aun no veo que un miedo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4360442114262220544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4360442114262220544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4360442114262220544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4360442114262220544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/09/ignoro.html' title='Ignoro'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6096657936821721204</id><published>2007-08-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:25:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><summary type='text'>Sera ego, orgullo o tristeza? No se cual de los tres. es complicado ver la diferencia, ya que el resultado es el mismo, tal vez varia e intensidad pero en general es igual. se siente muy parecido uno del otro. (el resultado).Por primera vez me lo dijeron de frente. lo cual es del putas, no hay que sumir nada y todo esta claro.  bueno... ya que lo pienso es la segunda vez que me lo dicen asi "de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6096657936821721204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6096657936821721204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6096657936821721204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6096657936821721204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2724439893547054902</id><published>2007-07-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:01:04.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonimous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonimo'/><title type='text'>Anonimous</title><summary type='text'>Los anonimos son algo extranio, porque pueden ser muchos o pueden ser todos el mismo, una persona con varias personalidades que entra como anonimo pone algo y luego se contesta a si mismo/a.Casi nunca respondo un comentario anonimo porque es como si no existiera, de hecho alguna por ahi me pregunto, "me gustaria saber que opinais sobre la actitud y los comentarios de la famosa anonima"   pero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2724439893547054902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2724439893547054902&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2724439893547054902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2724439893547054902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/07/anonimous.html' title='Anonimous'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7957009749263566274</id><published>2007-07-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:47:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Tiempo Se Nos Va</title><summary type='text'>Los dias pasan grises desde que no te veo, aquella noche me dijiset adios, me voy lejos y mejor dejar asi. Me dijiste que mejor no herir. Me dijiste que mejor no sufrir. Me dijiste que todo estaba bien, pero que no querias seguir, dejando la felicidad a un lado me dejaste atras y huiste con el viento. Viento que te lleva cada vez mas lejos, viento que te separa de mi. te deje ir porque no me di </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7957009749263566274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7957009749263566274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7957009749263566274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7957009749263566274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-tiempo-se-nos-va.html' title='El Tiempo Se Nos Va'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-7980814494993702675</id><published>2007-07-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:29:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Velo</title><summary type='text'>Los sentimientos son una cosa jodida. deberiamos simplemente sentirlos. pero por alguna razon extraña (miedo) siempre tratamos de analizarlos cuando analizar los sentimientos es super complicado, y para nada recomendable. simplemente sienta. se sentira mejor... seguro.Es increible cuando uno conoce a una mujer (en el caso de la mayoria de los hombres), se dan diferentes tipos de reacciones. la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/7980814494993702675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=7980814494993702675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7980814494993702675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/7980814494993702675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-velo.html' title='El Velo'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-791792695450698456</id><published>2007-06-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:07:36.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><summary type='text'>everybody seeks love, acceptance and happiness. some ppl mistake one for another.but... this is an old story.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/791792695450698456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=791792695450698456&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/791792695450698456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/791792695450698456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/06/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-6385957431880268736</id><published>2007-06-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:48:35.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Away</title><summary type='text'>Time passes by and life goes on.I am not in love.it did not hurt. demo*, I still go on walking, leaving only my foot trace behind me, no one walks by my side, there are some tracks a little off to the sides, but no tracks really by the side, no one to hold hands with, no one to talk with, no one to open to.Not that i open easilly to others, 'cause i do not.Demo...  i wish there was someone close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/6385957431880268736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=6385957431880268736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6385957431880268736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/6385957431880268736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-away.html' title='Things Away'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-8517840759422729144</id><published>2007-04-20T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:16:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choto Mate Kudasai</title><summary type='text'>Cuando queremos algo con muchas ganas, pasamos un largo periodo de tiempo sn poder tenerlo, y cuando por fin lo tenemos, ya es nuestro, todavia hay que esperar un tiempito a que llegue. Esos dias de espera, pasan demasiado lento. la espera es una chanda. Luego llega ese objeto de nuestro deseo y nos damos cuenta que la lenta y molesta espera fue para nada, que este objeto que tanto esperamos, con</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/8517840759422729144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=8517840759422729144&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8517840759422729144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8517840759422729144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/04/choto-mate-kudasai.html' title='Choto Mate Kudasai'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-800426360759974030</id><published>2007-04-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:16:24.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savy</title><summary type='text'>hey soledad, puedo hacerte compañia?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/800426360759974030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=800426360759974030&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/800426360759974030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/800426360759974030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/04/savy.html' title='Savy'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-5172790792979876424</id><published>2007-04-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:36:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyment</title><summary type='text'>Another smile, another eyes, a new nose and a wonderfull sense of humor.I wonder how many eyes, smiles, noses, ears, chins, eyebrows and other bodyparts will I find attached to.....  hhhmmmmmmShe´s so very beatifull, even when she´s not smiling, and when she smiles she´s even prettier. makes you like her even better, cause you know that you will always look at her and see someone you really like,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/5172790792979876424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=5172790792979876424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5172790792979876424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5172790792979876424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/04/enjoyment.html' title='Enjoyment'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-2047652788848375137</id><published>2007-03-29T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:40:56.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS</title><summary type='text'>Ejercicios por calificar mas planimetrias que vectorizar, mas pisos por diseñar, mas muebles por modelar, cosinas por construir, mas ventanas por texturizar, mas cortinas que calcular, mas puertas por armar, mas empalme por terminar, mas clase por preparar, mas animaciones que realizar, mas horas por dormir, mas ojos por descansar, mas fotos por tomar, mas colores por corregir, mas demos por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/2047652788848375137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=2047652788848375137&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2047652788848375137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/2047652788848375137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/03/mas.html' title='MAS'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-149700781034078380</id><published>2007-03-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:04:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images</title><summary type='text'>We live by looking at images, images of what we want life to be like. and images of what life really is.We go by our lives every day looking for that something that we´re missing, and looking at the images of others who by the way we see it, have that something that we don´t. But in reallity who can say if they really have it or not. Only I can say if I have it, and only you can say if you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/149700781034078380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=149700781034078380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/149700781034078380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/149700781034078380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/03/images.html' title='Images'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4420841450680405225</id><published>2007-03-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:31:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolucion</title><summary type='text'>Casi siempre vengo a escribir aca cuando me siento mal, deprimido y con rabia. para poder dejar salir el sentimiento que me esta jodiendo en el momento y seguir caminando. Ultimamente es como si estuviera viendo la vida con otros ojos... bueno son los mismos ojos, la vaina es que antes estaban entre abiertos, ahora estan mas abiertos, no voy a presumir que estan totalmente abiertos. todavia no. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4420841450680405225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4420841450680405225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4420841450680405225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4420841450680405225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/03/evolucion.html' title='Evolucion'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4986560880113318725</id><published>2007-03-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:23:09.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOEFL</title><summary type='text'>El 2 de Febrero, viernes, en el Colegio Nueva Granada por la noche, presente el TOEFL, y ya que porfin pude entrar a internet a ver mis resultados, saque:Reading 30/30Listening 28/30speaking 27/30Writting 24/30Total: 109 / 120Aguanta.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4986560880113318725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4986560880113318725&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4986560880113318725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4986560880113318725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/03/toefl.html' title='TOEFL'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-367376626023756097</id><published>2007-03-09T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:40:39.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar por Estar</title><summary type='text'>Uno empieza a salir con una chica y pues uno siempre empieza a salir con ella porque hay algo de ella que lo atrae a uno. Que le gusta fisicamente, que le hace reir, que la manera como camina, que su sonrisa, que sus ojos, etc, etc, etc. Siempre hay algo que nos llama. Y si, tambien habia algo que me llamaba, pero ahora como que ya no hay ningun misterio, no hay nada emocionante, nada que esperar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/367376626023756097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=367376626023756097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/367376626023756097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/367376626023756097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/03/estar-por-estar.html' title='Estar por Estar'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-917223962866046312</id><published>2007-02-26T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:54:01.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fracasos</title><summary type='text'>El ser humano le tiene miedo al fracaso y muchas veces por esta razon no hacemos cosas, por el miedo a fracasar en el intento y quedar mal.Si, frescos que todos lo hacemos, algunos mas que otros, pero igual todos lo hacemos, no esten pensando que "yo no!"El caso es... que siempre despues de un fracaso nos queda ese sabor amargo en la boca, y cada ves que lo recordamos, o nos hacen recordarlo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/917223962866046312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=917223962866046312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/917223962866046312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/917223962866046312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/02/fracasos.html' title='Fracasos'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-8662366248649214515</id><published>2007-02-22T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:48.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><summary type='text'>Ella llego con uos ojos llenos de rabia, ira, desprecia, paso por la puerta y camino hacia la barra, todo el tiempo con esa mirada de asesina. al llegar a la barra le pregunto algo al barman y al recibir la respuesta dirigio su mirada hacia su derecha, un poco hacia atras. Al verlo su mirada cambio totalmente, ya no era una mirada de furia, cambio a ser una mirada de amor, de tolerancia, de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/8662366248649214515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=8662366248649214515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8662366248649214515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8662366248649214515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/02/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/Rd4C95D5KWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1FiSZ4Mvouc/s72-c/Ojos_Horiz_w3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-4197279935820646875</id><published>2007-02-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:59:30.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Water</title><summary type='text'>The way you move, like flowing through the air, moving with the wind, the ground barely touching your feet, from one spot to another, never stoping, always flowing. Going easy  the wind holds you hand, jumping lightly the air hold your weight. step by step you go around, one feet in the air the other in the ground, like a spirit dancing, my heart hears the singing of you soundles body.- - - - - -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/4197279935820646875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=4197279935820646875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4197279935820646875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/4197279935820646875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-water.html' title='Like Water'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-5468065280292986874</id><published>2007-02-08T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:51:32.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><summary type='text'>Solo los besos que ella me dio me hacian pedir por mas, por el placer que me daban... esos besos.Porque tipos de besos hay muchos. Y hasta ahora los de ella han sido los mejores. Los recuerdos que tengo de ella no es que sean muy buenos que digamos, en general, pero esos besos han sido los mejores, los mas sentidos, los mas ricos, los que hacen que uno quiera mas besos. De esos besos que uno se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/5468065280292986874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=5468065280292986874&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5468065280292986874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5468065280292986874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/02/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-8023910656919683838</id><published>2007-02-01T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:48.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Record</title><summary type='text'>Hace dos dias fui a jugar bolos con mi hermano, de esos planes super improvisado. Estaba ya llegando a mi casa y me llama mi hermano al cel a preguntarme que si queria jugar bolos, obviamente yo dije que si, entonces no alcance ni a llegar a la casa y ya estaba en camino a Unicentro. Aproveche para comprar un par de esferos en Panamericana y listo. a jugar se dijo.Jugamos dos lineas, la primera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/8023910656919683838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=8023910656919683838&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8023910656919683838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/8023910656919683838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/nuevo-record.html' title='Nuevo Record'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/RcKOL_xBe4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nG7N3weMfbQ/s72-c/record_bolos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-5119986194584354051</id><published>2007-02-01T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:27:46.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actualizacion????</title><summary type='text'>Hace dos dias queria escribir un post, y solo podia entrar a escribir un nuevo post si actualizaba la version a la nueva version de blogger. que mierda!ahora no me abren ninguno de mis blogs!!!!! que mierda esta pasando? y porque putas lo tienen que obligar a uno a actualizar el blog, si uno no quiere!!!!!JODER!!!!Alguien sabe que esta pasando?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/5119986194584354051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=5119986194584354051&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5119986194584354051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/5119986194584354051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/02/actualizacion.html' title='Actualizacion????'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-117004647995529299</id><published>2007-01-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:04:33.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Smile</title><summary type='text'>The way she smiles!Esa sonrisa con la que me miraba, una sonrisa real, una sonrisa sentida, se nota que le encanta sonreir y lo hace con ganas, lo hace feliz. Cuando sonrie se ve muy bien, no quiere decir que no se vea bien cuando no sonrie, no, no.... ella es bonita, pero cuando sonrie se ve que los ojos le brillan y la cara se ilumina. Cuanto me gusta esa sonrisa. verla asi feliz, sin otra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/117004647995529299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=117004647995529299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/117004647995529299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/117004647995529299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/her-smile.html' title='Her Smile'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116957128704600750</id><published>2007-01-23T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:54:47.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeccionismo</title><summary type='text'>Yo soy bastante perfeccionista en algunas cosas...Las cosas que me gustan tengo que hacerlas bien, o si no no las hago, es asi de sencillo. No puedo trabajar en algo, y dejar cosas hechas de diferente manera a como yo creo que deban ser hechas. Cuando me toca trabajar en proyectos que han sido empezados por otras personas, pues el proyecto esta hecho como esa persona cree que debe hacerse, y para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116957128704600750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116957128704600750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116957128704600750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116957128704600750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfeccionismo.html' title='Perfeccionismo'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116924525596621721</id><published>2007-01-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:20:55.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa</title><summary type='text'>Tengo muchas ganas de bailar salsa bien rico....tengo un par de candidatas para bailar porque SE por experiencia que bailan muy bueno... pero pailas. este fin de semana no se puede y quien sabe si el proximo.Ahi veremos cuando.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116924525596621721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116924525596621721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116924525596621721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116924525596621721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/salsa.html' title='Salsa'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116905328014438082</id><published>2007-01-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:01:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libros Leidos</title><summary type='text'>En los ultimos años, podemos aprecia una caida en el habito de leer de las personas. hablando en terminos generales.Tengo curiosidad por saber cuantos libros leyeron en el año pasado. asi que por favor, dejen un comment con el numero de libros que leyeron en el 2006.Asi sea solo uno o ninguno.Gracias!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116905328014438082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116905328014438082&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116905328014438082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116905328014438082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/libros-leidos.html' title='Libros Leidos'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116861895555844287</id><published>2007-01-12T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:21:37.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretaciones</title><summary type='text'>Aunque ya he mencionado esto antes, eso de la interpretacion es una cosa chistosa y rara. Cada quien ve lo que quiere ver. Cada quien lee lo que quiere leer. O cada quien entiende lo que quiere entender. No hay manera de saber que va a pensar una persona cuando lee algo. o mas bien, no hay manera de saber porque lado se lo va a tomar... por dar un ejemplo voy a hablar del ultimo post que escribi,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116861895555844287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116861895555844287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116861895555844287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116861895555844287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/interpretaciones.html' title='Interpretaciones'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116853027987530310</id><published>2007-01-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:13:59.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Imposibilidad de lo Inalcanzable</title><summary type='text'>Esto es algo de lo que he querido escribir hace varios meses. Podria decir que mas de un año. Y tambien  es algo por lo que todos hemos pasado, en algun momento u otro, hemos estado en esta situacion. Hay gente que vive asi toda su vida.La imposibilidad de lo inalcanzable, es eso que pensamos que queremos, (puede ser cierto que lo queramos o simplemente un pajaso mental), pero en realidad la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116853027987530310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116853027987530310&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116853027987530310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116853027987530310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-imposibilidad-de-lo-inalcanzable.html' title='La Imposibilidad de lo Inalcanzable'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116840564564696622</id><published>2007-01-09T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:00:29.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Año Nuevo / Corte Nuevo</title><summary type='text'>Bueno aqui estan las fotos del corte de pelo.Antes de...El primer tijeretazo! que dolor!!! si ven la lagrima que se me esta saliendo?durante....despues de....para poder comparar facilmente....Y de Ñapa..... una foto de el pelo decolorado y con afro, justo antes de hacerle el ultimo mantenimiento el 30 de diciembre.Voy a extrañar mucho mi pelo azul..... ya hoy me hizo falta. me siento raro sin el,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116840564564696622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116840564564696622&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116840564564696622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116840564564696622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/ao-nuevo-corte-nuevo.html' title='Año Nuevo / Corte Nuevo'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116811785085447150</id><published>2007-01-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:10:50.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><summary type='text'>Hoy hace un año, el 6 de enero del 2006, me pinte el pelo de azul aguamarina.hoy cumplo un año de tener el pelo tinturado, ahora ya cualquier dia, creo que hoy o mañana, el color se ira y volvera lo natural.Fue un buen año.Suerte!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116811785085447150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116811785085447150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116811785085447150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116811785085447150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2007/01/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116674268110177425</id><published>2006-12-21T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:12:23.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors</title><summary type='text'>I go out the street, walk among the glasses, everywhere i look, a mirror walks by, mirrors with two legs, walking by themselves, in each i see something different, some of them are dull, and almost no reflection can be seen, some others are so bright and shinny that the reflection can be seen clearly, reflections among reflections, reflections that change, grow and dissipate.I keep walking, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116674268110177425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116674268110177425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116674268110177425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116674268110177425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/12/mirrors.html' title='Mirrors'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116645369240283164</id><published>2006-12-18T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:54:52.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Horas</title><summary type='text'>Ayer dormi 12 horas seguidas.... no se hace cuantos años que no dormia tanto, eso de tener sueño acumulado. Lo unico harto es el cambio de horario.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116645369240283164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116645369240283164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116645369240283164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116645369240283164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-horas.html' title='12 Horas'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116606996384947299</id><published>2006-12-13T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:19:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomito</title><summary type='text'>Estar enfermo es una mierda. En tiendo que de ves en cuando a uno le de un virus y pues viene la respectiva gripa y listo. pero eso de intoxicarse con comida si es una mierda. y todo porque uno comio algo que no le callo bien, o estaba malo o lo que sea.anoche no dormi, primera vomitada a las 2:30 AM, segunda vomitad a a las 5:30 AM, hoy no fui a trabajar, todavia siento nauseas y el estomago me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116606996384947299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116606996384947299&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116606996384947299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116606996384947299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/12/vomito.html' title='Vomito'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116543282767816678</id><published>2006-12-06T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:20:28.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentaciones</title><summary type='text'>No es sino que uno decida algo para que le pongan tentaciones frente a uno, tentaciones que van en contra de esa decision.por ejemplo, yo tome la decision de ir al gimnasio para hacer ejercicio, para recuperar  algo el estado fisico que tenia antes, porque ahora da pena. eso de subir 3 pisos y ya estar respirando un poco agitado no aguanta (por las escaleras).Varias personas me han preguntado que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116543282767816678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116543282767816678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116543282767816678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116543282767816678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/12/tentaciones.html' title='Tentaciones'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116482068468864941</id><published>2006-11-29T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:18:04.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLamada</title><summary type='text'>En este momento alguien esta pensando en llamarme, hasta tiene el telefono en la mano y todo, pero no lo hace por miedo / pena / inseguridad.Lastima...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116482068468864941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116482068468864941&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116482068468864941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116482068468864941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/llamada.html' title='LLamada'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116414429238054978</id><published>2006-11-21T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:24:52.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pedirlo o no pedirlo?</title><summary type='text'>Siempre nos preguntamos si estara bien pedirlo, y por lo general no lo pedimos, por miedo, por inseguridad, por la razon que sea, el hecho es que no lo pedimos. anoche alguien me dijo que tenia que pedirlo, sin miedo y sin pensarlo, no porque este mal hacerlo (pensarlo), simplemente porque es algo que traigo desde pequeño, que siempre me lo han dado sin yo tener que decir nada pero que ya es hora</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116414429238054978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116414429238054978&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116414429238054978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116414429238054978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/pedirlo-o-no-pedirlo.html' title='pedirlo o no pedirlo?'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116351481534417648</id><published>2006-11-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:43:35.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><summary type='text'>Pueden pasar dias, meses, años, hasta decadas y cuando algo pasa que nos recuerda ese amor perdido, ese amor fracasado, nos damos cuenta como pueden volver sentimientos asi tan rapidamente, vuelven los recuerdos de momentos vividos, palabras susurradas al oido, abrazos apretados, suaves caricias, besos apasionados, el sofa de arrunche, las miradas, los silencios, los sentimientos represados, las 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116321424742746317</id><published>2006-11-10T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:04:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Location?</title><summary type='text'>De donde podre filmar un buen atardecer en bogota? un edificio alto con vista hacia el occidente? subiendo a la calera? desde la calle? la asotea de algun edificio?necesito encontrar un sitio chevere para eso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116321424742746317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116321424742746317&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116321424742746317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116321424742746317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/location.html' title='Location?'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116309145861488385</id><published>2006-11-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:57:38.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way</title><summary type='text'>The way you turn you head when you look at me,The way your hair flows over your shoulder,The way you face twists when looking sideways,The way you hand reaches to me,The way your fingers tap the table,The way you hand holds your cup,The way your chair moves with the sound of music,The way you tease me when no ones looking,The way you hold your breathe when I get close,The way you close your eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116309145861488385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116309145861488385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116309145861488385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116309145861488385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/way.html' title='The Way'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116291033906173982</id><published>2006-11-07T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:37:32.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrella</title><summary type='text'>Las estrellas de la vida...Los seres humanos vamos por la vida, a veces caminando, aveces corriendo, aveces, simplemente parados mirando el alrededor, pasamos la vida buscando y esperando a que pasen cosas, que nos deslumbren, que nos dejen anodadados. Que las cosas nos asombren y nos dejen pensando. que nos dejen esa sensacion de misterio e incertidumbre, maldita incertidumbre, tanto, que no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116291033906173982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116291033906173982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116291033906173982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116291033906173982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/estrella.html' title='Estrella'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116241438206662640</id><published>2006-11-01T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:53:02.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog-Intercontinental</title><summary type='text'>Para los que todavia no saben!!!!hay un grupo de personas, video bloggers que estan/mos haciendo un trabajo conjunto, y salio el primer video, personalmente espero poder estar en los proximos que salgan, las nubes de bogota no me dejaron estar en este.para ver el primer video, click aqui!Suerte a todos!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116241438206662640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116241438206662640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116241438206662640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116241438206662640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/11/vlog-intercontinental.html' title='Vlog-Intercontinental'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116207606629617445</id><published>2006-10-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:54:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Dia</title><summary type='text'>Y de nuevo llaga el dia de la mujer...A todas las mujeres....  !!!!FELIZ DIA!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116207606629617445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116207606629617445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116207606629617445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116207606629617445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-dia.html' title='El Dia'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116189428150739026</id><published>2006-10-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:24:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEKEYE</title><summary type='text'>Es un grupo de percusionistas, que hacen musica con todo tipo de objetos. lo unico que no usan son los instrumentos tipicos. (Ej: bateria) para los que conocen "Stomp", pues es una vaina del mismo estilo.Stomp es un grupo de musicos profesionales que salio hace algunos años en HBO.Bueno, en fin... TEKEYE se presenta este sabado a las 5:30 en el teatro de Delia Zapata, la entrada es gratis.El </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116189428150739026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116189428150739026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116189428150739026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116189428150739026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/tekeye.html' title='TEKEYE'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116128762821137872</id><published>2006-10-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:28:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profesional o No Profesional?</title><summary type='text'>Acaso importa si una persona tiene un titulo o no, el famoso "carton" por el cual muchas personas se matan 5 años o mas, muchos mas, para recibir.... ese carton, pedazo de papel que dice que uno hizo algo!!! por un tiempo.Acaso importa donde estudie?Reconozco que dependiendo de donde uno estudie, pues tiene mejor o peor preparacion, pero despues de un tiempo, acaso importa si me gradue como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116128762821137872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116128762821137872&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116128762821137872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116128762821137872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/profesional-o-no-profesional.html' title='Profesional o No Profesional?'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116102599189726063</id><published>2006-10-16T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:13:11.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAT</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116102599189726063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116102599189726063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116102599189726063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116102599189726063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/heat.html' title='HEAT'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116059504288793201</id><published>2006-10-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:52:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelicula Esquiva</title><summary type='text'>Desde hace ya varios meses he estado buscando una pelicula pero nada! no he podido encontrarla.La pelicula en cuestion es, segun mi hermano, una pelicula de Steven Spielberg llamada "Milagro en la calle 13" (Miracle on 13th street).la pelicula trata de la vida de los habitantes de un edificio, al cual llegan unos aliens. o curioso es que estos aliens, no on los tipicos hombresitos grises, no, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116059504288793201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116059504288793201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116059504288793201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116059504288793201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/pelicula-esquiva.html' title='Pelicula Esquiva'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115877489639681496</id><published>2006-10-10T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:45:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alimentando el Ego 3</title><summary type='text'>En socorro, empezando la racha de fiestas de despedida de aleph, me pidieron que me tomara una foto con otro man, la vaina es que este otro man tenia un afro mas grande que el mio, pero... no lo tenia pintado... bueno el hecho es que la foto quedo delpu!aqui ta....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115877489639681496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115877489639681496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115877489639681496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115877489639681496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/alimentando-el-ego-3.html' title='Alimentando el Ego 3'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116036180148395489</id><published>2006-10-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:45:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><summary type='text'>Hace unos dias me encontre con la estudiante que ha pasado por mi clase, que mas me ha gusado, yo la salude a ella, estaba con la mama a quien me presento, y listo. eso fue saludo y despedida, chao, te vi!se le notaba en la cara, en la mirada, en la forma de hablar, que queriaseguir su camino y que no estaba para nada interesada en hacer la mas minima pregunta de como estoy ni nada de esas vainas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116036180148395489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116036180148395489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116036180148395489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116036180148395489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116024790222870178</id><published>2006-10-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:05:02.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype Video Chat</title><summary type='text'>Despues de haber bajado la ultima version de skype, que viene con video incluido, hicimos la prueba con mi hermano y es DELPU!!! la imagen es super buena, con un buen refresh rate, y se puede ver a cualquier tamaño dentor de la pantalla, hasta fullscreen. aunque si tienen una pantalla widescreen les queda un espacio al lado derecho, en donde se ve lo que sea que estuviera abierto cuando hacen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116024790222870178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116024790222870178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116024790222870178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116024790222870178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/skype-video-chat.html' title='Skype Video Chat'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116017397787364933</id><published>2006-10-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:32:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimnasio</title><summary type='text'>Pues si!, me afilie a un gimnasio, porque ya el estado fisico da pena, la panza esta empesando a crecer y si no lo hago ahora, no lo hago nunca. esta mañan fue mi primera vez, me levante a las 4:30 de la mañana!!!! no logran imaginarse hace cuanto tiempo no me levantaba a esa hora.... para nada.fui al gimnasio haciendo solo media hora de cardio, para los que no saben, porque yo no tenia ni idea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116017397787364933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116017397787364933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116017397787364933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116017397787364933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/gimnasio.html' title='Gimnasio'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-116005946992516251</id><published>2006-10-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:44:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentada</title><summary type='text'>Si, tengo varias cosas de las que queiro escribir, pero mas alla de que cuando me siente, "se me va la paloma", la vaina es que siempre que me siento en el comp, es para trabajar, o para ver algun video, y como ahora estoy fanatico de ver TV en el comp, tonces pues me siento a ver TV en el comp y se pasa el tiempo y me para a dormirme porque ya es tarde y estoy cansado y los ojos necesitan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/116005946992516251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=116005946992516251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116005946992516251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/116005946992516251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentada.html' title='Sentada'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115877480857978133</id><published>2006-09-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:49:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alimentando el Ego 2</title><summary type='text'>Pues si... otra vez me paso algo parecido. por si no lo han visto, pueden ver la primera ocasion aqui.Esta vez fue fuera de magnolia, luego del tolm 7, antes de entrar a dicho sitio se me acercan un par de personas y me preguntan que si me dejo tomar una foto que es para un trabajo de la Universidad, (javeriana). Yo obviamente dije que sin ningun problema pero que habia una condicion, igual que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115877480857978133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115877480857978133&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115877480857978133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115877480857978133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/09/alimentando-el-ego-2.html' title='Alimentando el Ego 2'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115807334256715001</id><published>2006-09-12T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:02:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimas adquisiciones</title><summary type='text'>Hace tres semanas mi prima july me presto su wacom, prestamo que ya se convirtio en compra pero todavia no he pagado.... y lo ultimo que compre, que ya se pago parte....  una pantalla nueva para mi estudio, una lcd de 19" marca hanns.g. Antes tenia una crt de 17 plana, pero ocupa mucho espacio y el estudio de mi casa es muy pequeño, entonces, ya que consigo una lcd para que todo sea mas comodo en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115807334256715001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115807334256715001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115807334256715001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115807334256715001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/09/ultimas-adquisiciones.html' title='Ultimas adquisiciones'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115803544588566517</id><published>2006-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:30:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demasiado mala</title><summary type='text'>Definitivamente hay peliculas MUY malas!!!!!Ultraviolethay peliculas malas, luego las muy malas, luego vienen las pesimas, y por ultimo ultraviolet.... es que no hay derecho que hagan una pelicula TAN mala!la vi porque se suponia que debia tener buenos efectos, muchas peliculas las miro por esa razon.... pero esta si pailas.... tiene uno que otro efecto bueno. pero para el perfil de pelicula que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115803544588566517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115803544588566517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115803544588566517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115803544588566517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/09/demasiado-mala.html' title='Demasiado mala'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115680826797294302</id><published>2006-08-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:46:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra clase!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Por mas de dos horas ha salido un avisito diciendo que hay un mail nuevo en el inbox, pero voy al imbos y no lo veo, como si no actualizara... en fin... a cada rato volvia para ver si ya actualizaba la base de datos y salia el mail nuevo, y nada... hasta hace 5 minutos que me puse a mirar si es que quedo como si fuera de otra fecha o algo asi, y efectivamente asi fue. y como lo dice la lay de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115680826797294302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115680826797294302&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115680826797294302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115680826797294302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/08/otra-clase.html' title='Otra clase!!!!'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12004586.post-115624066182757484</id><published>2006-08-22T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T02:57:41.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30 AM</title><summary type='text'>Este puente fue la cagada, se supone que llega un fin de semana y uno descansa, y que llega un puente, y aun mas! pero no! este puente he estado todos los dias en la office trabajando. el sabado trabaje desde despues de almuerzo hasta las 8, el domingo empeze a las 7:30AM y termine a las 11 PM!!!! creo que ha sido el domingo mas productivo de mi vida hasta ahora, o pues bueno, nos e sabe si </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/feeds/115624066182757484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12004586&amp;postID=115624066182757484&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115624066182757484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12004586/posts/default/115624066182757484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrolfak.blogspot.com/2006/08/430-am_22.html' title='4:30 AM'/><author><name>Vrolfak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05218669072471854704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ej3WVfLFQsk/SYh9AdYLpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/03LMxZkwBj4/S220/Newen-7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
