<?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-5616971</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:28.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diario de Guerra</title><subtitle type='html'>War inside my head...Can you  hear it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-116675901497809486</id><published>2006-12-22T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:43:34.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juro que me siguen me atosigan, me escondo y me encuentran, las veo escondidas detras de puertas en el auto en el patio...me siguen y no se como escapar.Pense en irme lejos bien lejos como a una playa en brasil...pero se que estas bastardas me van a encontrar rapidamente y no voy a poder escapar...tambien pense en contratar un hitman (cicario) y que me las saque de ensima pero segun dicen no hay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/116675901497809486/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=116675901497809486' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116675901497809486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116675901497809486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2006/12/juro-que-me-siguen-me-atosigan-me.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-116411417246156491</id><published>2006-11-21T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:02:52.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como Soldados que pierden una batalla, ellos fueron arrancados de la vida, de cuajo sin mediar palabra solo con una punzada previa de elixir adormecedor, ellos que batallaron sin cesar que fueron testigos de todos los exesos de su comandante, que sucumbieron ante los bordes duros de una pizza, ellos que crecieron torcidos sin causa aparente...Adios muelas de juicio las extrañare, y nunca olvidare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/116411417246156491/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=116411417246156491' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116411417246156491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116411417246156491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2006/11/como-soldados-que-pierden-una-batalla.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-116264621932903135</id><published>2006-11-04T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:16:59.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esto es lo que ocupo mi tiempo ultimamente...gritar señalar y decir que uno es musico...digo decir porque del dicho al echo hay un gran trecho...La banda en cuestion es ALL HATE si quiere sacudir sus inacostumbrados oidos con un tema pueden entrar a www.myspace.com/allhate es una faseta que ni yo sabia que estaba...siempre timido siempre hablando poco, subirse y cantar para 30 o para 200, saca de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/116264621932903135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=116264621932903135' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116264621932903135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116264621932903135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2006/11/esto-es-lo-que-ocupo-mi-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-116224654065408916</id><published>2006-10-30T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:15:40.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JA! Pensaban que me iba a morir? Ni en pedo!!! He revivido para ajusticiar la marea de blogs sin sentido que han aparecido! Donde esta el manco estrella de mar loly jime dice y todos esos grandes pensadores de la web? como puede ser que alla un blog de alma pirata? The punisher is back...and now i have a soundtrack... GeRALL HATE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/116224654065408916/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=116224654065408916' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116224654065408916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/116224654065408916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2006/10/ja-pensaban-que-me-iba-morir-ni-en.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111945022660858219</id><published>2005-06-22T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:13:58.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pip pip pip pip pip...pip piiiiiiiiiiii......."despejen carguen a 200 este Blog se nos va...maldicion se nos fue"...Hora de defuncion: 11:19 de la mañana...Avisen a los familiares...Pd: en tiempos de paz quien necesita un diario de guerra?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111945022660858219/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111945022660858219' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111945022660858219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111945022660858219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/06/pip-pip-pip-pip-pip.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111886122526994043</id><published>2005-06-15T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:47:05.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conclusiones musicales ..."Lo malo no es la musica, sino la gente que la escucha"...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111886122526994043/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111886122526994043' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111886122526994043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111886122526994043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/06/conclusiones-musicales.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111798282193697320</id><published>2005-06-05T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T11:47:01.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELL ME WHY  Porque la remera que mejor me queda, es  justo la mas fea de todas? Porque cuando no busco encuentro? Porque cuando leo lo dejo por la mitad?  Es extraño, pero lo unico que no me pregunto ultimamente es porque no estas aca. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111798282193697320/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111798282193697320' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111798282193697320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111798282193697320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/06/tell-me-why-porque-la-remera-que-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111681029006568872</id><published>2005-05-22T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:04:50.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Night Anoche despues de unos cuantos meses volvi a pisar el boliche de la ciudad, fueron muchas las sensaciones que tuve, pero sin dudas la mas importante fue la de no pertenencia, me di cuenta de una vez por todas que no me divierto que no me es placentero salir al boliche.Termino odiando a todos los imbeciles (a mi gusto) que bailan "punchi" por que no saben diferenciar un choto, si es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111681029006568872/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111681029006568872' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111681029006568872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111681029006568872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-night-anoche-despues-de-unos.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111635680772636823</id><published>2005-05-17T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:06:47.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELLAHay dias que pienso que mi conciencia me saco cosas de mi vida, porque lo digo? Porque  es ella la que me dice ..."noooo german tomar 72 latas de cerveza en una tarde ya no es divertido"..., la que obserba cuando me paro frente al espejo tirando uppercuts de derecha diciendome Ja!! en tus sueños vas a meter esa mano,  ella es la que me dice german para que le hablas si sabes que nisiquiera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111635680772636823/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111635680772636823' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111635680772636823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111635680772636823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/05/ella-hay-dias-que-pienso-que-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111561002475006701</id><published>2005-05-09T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:42:17.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUT OF STEP IIi always live on the edge (siempre vivo en el filo)of what you like and you dont like (delo que te gusta y lo que no te guesta)i dont give a shit now (ya no me importa)i know im different (se que soy diferente)always being the friend of girls i really care aboutthey just look over me they forget my manhoodalways too old, always too young (siempre muy joven o muy viejo)i a world full</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111561002475006701/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111561002475006701' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111561002475006701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111561002475006701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/05/out-of-step-ii-i-always-live-on-edge.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111530161291280025</id><published>2005-05-05T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:05:07.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OLDERUna fractura del radio, paperas, hepatitis, jugar pesimo al futbol, nunca haberme podido parar en un skate,tomarme una sidra de litro en 30 segundos,que mi primer lento halla sido nothing compares to you de Sinned O´connor,que mi primer cassette que me compre fue "7 son of a 7 son" de maiden,Mi primer recital fue Masacre palestina en bigote disco pub,que a los 17 años tuviese mi propio auto,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111530161291280025/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111530161291280025' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111530161291280025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111530161291280025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/05/older-una-fractura-del-radio-paperas.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111257997434029474</id><published>2005-04-03T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:59:34.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cansado Si ya se lo que esta pensando este desgraciado se fue 2 meses de vacaciones y dice que esta cansado? se queja de lleno... Pero la realidad cuenta que estoy re cansado de tener que contarle a todo el mundo lo que hice, como la pase, si los españoles son muy cuadrados, si toman mucho, si las chicas se depilan las axilas, si vi al real madrid, si el jamon es rico, si vi buenos autos, si tube</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111257997434029474/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111257997434029474' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111257997434029474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111257997434029474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/04/cansado-si-ya-se-lo-que-esta-pensando.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-111154805196043463</id><published>2005-03-23T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:20:51.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GUESS WHOS BACK!!!European Style IIHe vuelto...si cual golondrina que migra al norte buscando mas calor he vuelvto a mis ciudad....quedaron atras esos 52 dias de vacaciones europeas, esas 12 ciudades por las que pasee, esos hostels mugrosos que pague esas hamburguesas de Kentuky fried chiken de 18 pesos que pague, las biglhieterias italianas en cada iglesia que fui.Atras quedo comer en el Vips </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/111154805196043463/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=111154805196043463' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111154805196043463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/111154805196043463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/03/guess-whos-backeuropean-style-iihe.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110805427503316026</id><published>2005-02-10T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:53:02.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>European StileBueno como todos o casi todos saben estoy en europa...si si cortecia de mi hermanito en conjunto con mis viejos yo? no yo no hice nada para merecerlo pero como casi todas las cosas buenas que me pasan en la vida son equivocaciones de dios shiva budda el diablo quien carajo dirija el mundo.En fin les cuento que europa no deja de ser muy diferente a lo que se puede ver en bsas, las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110805427503316026/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110805427503316026' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110805427503316026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110805427503316026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/02/european-stilebueno-como-todos-o-casi.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110653298985509014</id><published>2005-01-23T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:16:29.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Belive i can Fly Bueno mañana a las 11:34 de la mañana piso suelo porteño cortecia de Aerolineas Argentinas, me quedo hasta el miercoles a la tarde...asique todos uds o sea mis Fanss incondicinales pueden tener una cita una noche de tragos o aunquesea una mera cena con el mitico autor de Diaria de Guerra.De tener esas intenciones avisen por mail o por aca... Bueno los abandono tengo que meter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110653298985509014/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110653298985509014' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110653298985509014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110653298985509014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-belive-i-can-fly-bueno-maana-las.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110554363890773128</id><published>2005-01-12T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:27:18.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>San Martin de Los Andes Que puedo decir este pueblo? es muy cheto esta lleno de chicas lindas...lo juro no hay una fea en algun lugar deben estar haciendo un casting para ver si las dejan entrar o no...Ayer fuimos a un lago re apartado al pie del volcan lanin y para mi sorpresa habia un camping con 300 personas y el 99% eran mochileros/as de unos 22 años para arriba gente tomando sol en las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110554363890773128/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110554363890773128' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110554363890773128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110554363890773128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/01/san-martin-de-los-andes-que-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110501582305084564</id><published>2005-01-06T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T09:50:23.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Envidienme EL sabado salgo de vacaciones con tutu nuevo, me voy 9 dias a San Martin de los Andes, vuelvo el 18 , me quedo una semana en Comodoro y el 24 me voy para Bsas, me quedo hasta el 26 que parto hacia Madrid, alla me espera mi hermano con su mujer y margarita el chiwawa jalapeño que prometen va a ser mi compañera de habitacion, (a falta de Candy me conformo con 350 gr de pura furia) el 30 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110501582305084564/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110501582305084564' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110501582305084564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110501582305084564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2005/01/envidienme-el-sabado-salgo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110245323913198735</id><published>2004-12-07T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:00:39.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sports Porque cuando en un partido de futbol o de lo que sea al tiempo agregado se le dise de descuento? a que se le descuenta? no estaria mejor tiempo agregado?NO ENTIENDOOO!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110245323913198735/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110245323913198735' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110245323913198735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110245323913198735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/12/sports-porque-cuando-en-un-partido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110178524544768898</id><published>2004-11-30T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:27:25.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-.Preguntas de un niño pero no tan niño.- Porqué la caca es marron? por mas que hubiesemos comido fideos blancos?Porqué hay mas pelados,petizos, que altos?Porqué es diferente ver a una chica con bikini a una con ropa interior si practicamente son lo mismo?Porqué la gente mas humilde es la mas generosa? Y el sumun de las preguntas que puede hacer un niño, que nunca antes fue contestada.  Porque se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110178524544768898/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110178524544768898' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110178524544768898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110178524544768898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110126270454948169</id><published>2004-11-23T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:18:24.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aca estoy devuelta Para los que estrañaban un post y para los que no aca vuelvo al ruedo, cosas interesantes pasaron en estos ultimos dias y creo que son dignas de ser contadas.Ya defini mi viaje a España para el 10/02/05 y estoy muy contento, es un mes y medio y promete ser movidito porque queremos ir con mi brother a la convencion internacion de Tatoos en Milan y a una de Holanda...asique viejo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110126270454948169/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110126270454948169' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110126270454948169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110126270454948169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/11/aca-estoy-devuelta-para-los-que.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-110014016061915883</id><published>2004-11-10T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:29:20.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Me Gusta Que no me digas la verdadQue me digas la verdadQue la cajera del super me diga señor, y ensima me pregunte si yo uso el desodorante dove que estoy comprando y se riaPedir una coca en el restaurant y que me traigan PepsiVer que mis viejos estan viejosSentir que las camadas nuevas no le dan bola la la musica vieja (sinonimo que estoy viejo)Darme cuenta cuanto me equivoque tantos años </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/110014016061915883/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=110014016061915883' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110014016061915883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/110014016061915883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-me-gusta-que-no-me-digas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109988720634002964</id><published>2004-11-08T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T01:13:26.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me Gusta Cuando Candy me despierta con un atake comando en mi cama, y me chupa el cuello la nuca y las orejas (si es asqueroso pero me divierte)Encontrarme que sobraron empanadas de la noche anterior, y desayunarlas con una coca bien fria.Saber que me extraña, y que no todo es en vano.Poder meter todos los cambios del auto sin embrague.Discutir contra ellos y que nunca me puedan ganar.Hablar con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109988720634002964/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109988720634002964' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109988720634002964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109988720634002964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-gusta-cuando-candy-me-despierta-con.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109936071513469965</id><published>2004-11-01T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:12:55.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uno de curas...Esto me paso realmente no es invento de mi podrida y agnostica mente... Estoy entrando al kiosco de la vuelta de casa detras de una chica con una mini blanca toda tableada, y en el mismo instante sale un tipo de camiza negra, pantalon negro medio gordito y tez trigueña, en cuanto se cruza con ella se da vuelta la mira ( le mira el orto) y dice Diosss mio!!!...y me pone caras de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109936071513469965/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109936071513469965' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109936071513469965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109936071513469965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/11/uno-de-curas.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109884512202612935</id><published>2004-10-26T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:45:22.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aforismo IV . . ."Lo mejor y lo peor de los besos, suele ser su recuerdo". . .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109884512202612935/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109884512202612935' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109884512202612935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109884512202612935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/10/aforismo-iv.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109841906091667714</id><published>2004-10-22T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T01:24:20.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ear Estoy cansado de ser la oreja que todo lo escucha, ser aquel con el cual todos se quejan, ser el elegido para dar los 7.000.000 de consejos que me piden siempre, estoy cansado de ser el que tiene que escuchar, pero nunca el escuchado...y en esos raros casos donde alguien se digna a escuchar nunca tiene palabras que sirban a lo que me aqueja...Me estoy cansando y mucho...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109841906091667714/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109841906091667714' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109841906091667714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109841906091667714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/10/ear-estoy-cansado-de-ser-la-oreja-que.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109832765106292839</id><published>2004-10-20T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:00:51.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ante los Nervios Ultimamente me he dado cuenta que ante una situacion de Stress mi cuerpo reacciona de la siguiente manera:1° Contractura en la espalda2° Ganas mortales de comer caramelos de goma ( y no me digan que son gomitas porque aca en el sur se les dice caramelos de goma)3° Escalada de adrenalina y de mandarinitis aguda (me hago el jefe y mando a todo el mundo)Pero esto no es propio viene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109832765106292839/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109832765106292839' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109832765106292839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109832765106292839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/10/ante-los-nervios-ultimamente-me-he.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109785263804563799</id><published>2004-10-15T11:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:03:58.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL tamaño no importa?E: Te gusta grande?L: Me da lo mismo simpre que tenga buen saborE: pero no dicen que grande es mejor?L: Nhaaa para mi no, mientras me satisfaga las ganas que tengo esta todo bienE: Entonces queres esta?L: Y me parece que esa es muy grandeE: Bueno entonces llevo una de litro y medio.L: Dale!! yo hagarro la leche mientras...Que mente podrida que tienen, no tengo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109785263804563799/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109785263804563799' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109785263804563799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109785263804563799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/10/el-tamao-no-importa-e-te-gusta-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109745900590234881</id><published>2004-10-10T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:43:25.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girlie Day Levantarme y lavarme la cara con jabon Dove exfoliante, vestirme fijandome que las medias convinen con los boxers y que el cinturon convine con los zapatos, cantar durante la mayor parte del dia The Donnas, 40 boy´s in 40 nights, salir de compras y gastar plata conpulsivamente, no llamarla sino esperar que llame ella porque si algo quiere va a llamar ademas no quiero quedar como un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109745900590234881/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109745900590234881' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109745900590234881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109745900590234881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/10/girlie-day-levantarme-y-lavarme-la.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109643026684526683</id><published>2004-09-29T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T12:35:38.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Polar Bears Es curioso lo que me pasa cuando conosco al: (filo, noviecito,transa,empomador, transito de lengua amigovio, amigo con derecho a roce, aplaudidor de culos) de una amiga, suelo compararme y decir, pero con este ganzo sale? Pero miraloooo si es un estupido, como no me dio bola ami...Y ahi caigo en cuenta quien es el estupido y no lo escribo porque me duele recordarlo...  (sisi ya se el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109643026684526683/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109643026684526683' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109643026684526683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109643026684526683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/polar-bears-es-curioso-lo-que-me-pasa.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109599921702568192</id><published>2004-09-24T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T01:13:37.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buscando a Nadie o a Nemo? Despues de horas y horas de investigacion (mentiraaaa) descubri que Nemo en sus raices es una palabra griega y significaaaaaa..... Y aqui va parte de mi investigacion (?) ..."Fue homero el primero que lo nombra , en la Odisea cuando relata la estrategia de Ulises , fecundo de Ardides, para salir sin peligro de la tierra de los ciclopes, luego de cegar a Polifemo.  Este </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109599921702568192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109599921702568192' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109599921702568192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109599921702568192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/buscando-nadie-o-nemo-despues-de-horas.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109579484528318860</id><published>2004-09-21T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:27:25.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discusting things  Pocas cosas me dan mas asco que estas tres... 1# Tener que meter la mano en la basura para rescatar ese cuchillo que se te fue cuando tirabas todo lo que quedaba en el plato.2# Ver en algun inodoro una toallita femenina (obviamente usada) intentando flotar por su vida...(que cerdas que son algunas mujeres).3# haber pisado un sapo estando descalzo una noche de verano...sobretodo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109579484528318860/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109579484528318860' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109579484528318860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109579484528318860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/discusting-things-pocas-cosas-me-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109538829254090165</id><published>2004-09-16T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:31:32.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nuts El primer indicio para saber que no estas loca es escucharte diciendo, guarda estoy loca...Que yo sepa ningun loco admite eso...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109538829254090165/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109538829254090165' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109538829254090165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109538829254090165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/nuts-el-primer-indicio-para-saber-que.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109527998534868448</id><published>2004-09-15T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:26:25.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make upElla vuelve a la habitacion all dress up, toma con una de sus manos su espejo increiblemente diminuto, en la otra una bolsita llena de cosas que cualquier  hombre comun, desconoce como se usan, le toma 3 minutos de su maxima atencion lograr la tarea. Termina me mira con una sonrriza y me pregunta como estoy? Responderle? como hago si me acabo de derretir?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109527998534868448/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109527998534868448' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109527998534868448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109527998534868448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/make-up-ella-vuelve-la-habitacion-all.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109508675272339272</id><published>2004-09-13T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:45:52.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orgassmatron Segun un estudio del F.A.A. el doctor Nate Mcmillan explica que consumir grandes cantidades de chocolate se asemeja a tener un orgasmo.Ahora mi conclusion es esta, o lo que vengo comiendo hace años no es chocolate y me cagaron como desde un balcon, o a este tipo le encanta decir boludeces, para que el noticiero tenga algo curioso que comentar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109508675272339272/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109508675272339272' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109508675272339272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109508675272339272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/orgassmatron-segun-un-estudio-del-f.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109469907098329610</id><published>2004-09-08T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:04:30.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aint no Sunshine... 3 Palas plasticas para recojer la basura $151 Cd de Brian Setzer (con dollar 1 a 1) $251 Casco de seguridad industrial blanco (minimo) $ 503 Celulares $6002 Controles remotos $60Inumerable cantidad de medias  y calzoncillos $100La pata de una mesa (sin cotizacion hasta el momento)Un ladrillo refractario (increiblemente pesado y duro) $ ni idea5 correas y 2 collares $150Un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109469907098329610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109469907098329610' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109469907098329610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109469907098329610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/aint-no-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109452403911301809</id><published>2004-09-06T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:39:04.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel This(Esto lo escribi hace mucho mucho mucho tiempo, me gusto y se los muestro, no es significativo de ningun estado de animo pero, ahi se los dejo, para que vean)  Creo que soy el indicado pero vos nunca te enteraste, creo que soy el que queres querer, pero nunca te avisaron.Creo que soy el padre de tus hijos, esos que nunca vas a tener...Creo que no soy nada en tu vida y vos sos todo en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109452403911301809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109452403911301809' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109452403911301809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109452403911301809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-feel-thisesto-lo-escribi-hace-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109443498971179694</id><published>2004-09-05T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:01:08.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirigido a las mujeres(o por lo menos al 99,9% de ellas) Pónganse media pila si quieren aprovecharse de un pobre infeliz disimulen un poco. Ejemplos del Fin de semanaEj.1- Me venís a buscar que no hay remis y tengo ganas de verte asi después vamos a ese boliche que a vos no te gusta pero a mí si?Ej.2- Venia a bailar aca!!!! Che te podrías comprar un trago... Hay dios si fueran mas sutiles el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109443498971179694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109443498971179694' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109443498971179694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109443498971179694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/09/dirigido-las-mujereso-por-lo-menos-al.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109396018719587383</id><published>2004-08-31T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:49:47.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ResumenesSi algo me caracteriza en mi vida es resumir las cosas al extremo, debo decir que hace tiempo que tengo esta mala costumbre. En que me afecta?  Veamoslo por categorias para que sea mas entendible. Estudios: Que no me quieran aprobar porque escribi menos de una hoja.Deportes: no adornar nada con habilidad ej. (En futbol un pase es un pase y ni ahi de gambetear)Amor: Ir constantemente al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109396018719587383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109396018719587383' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109396018719587383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109396018719587383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/resumenessi-algo-me-caracteriza-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109387241626833917</id><published>2004-08-30T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:26:56.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GermánOrigen: GermanoSignificado: GuerreroFestividad: 2 de MayoPersonalidad: Sus deseos de innovación intelectual pueden provocar bloqueos en sus relaciones y discontinuidad en la realización de sus proyectos.Las tendencias agresivas pueden crearle inquietud y excesivo autoritarismo, sobre todo cuando sus iniciativas son retrasadas o no atendidas.Puede resultar una persona extravagante </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109387241626833917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109387241626833917' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109387241626833917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109387241626833917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/germn-origen-germano-significado.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109349342173559473</id><published>2004-08-26T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:10:21.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think this Tengo la conviccion que dios no existe,...pero castiga...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109349342173559473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109349342173559473' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109349342173559473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109349342173559473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-this-tengo-la-conviccion-que.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109340315156142220</id><published>2004-08-24T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:05:51.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Stupid is what a stupid do" Osea solo ami se me ocurre salir a correr, con la idea de "empecemos a entrenar para el verano", el dia de mas viento del año (108,7 km/hs) con una sensacion termica de - 11° , Asi intento generar constancia? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109340315156142220/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109340315156142220' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109340315156142220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109340315156142220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/stupid-is-what-stupid-do-osea-solo-ami.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109322216511707907</id><published>2004-08-22T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:49:25.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duda OlimpicaMe parece a mi o todas las que saltan con garrocha esten buenas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109322216511707907/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109322216511707907' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109322216511707907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109322216511707907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/duda-olimpicame-parece-mi-o-todas-las.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109279943346725364</id><published>2004-08-18T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:32:37.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing up Hace tiempo me doy cuenta que mi relacion con mi viejo (71) cambio, antes se tomaba su tiempo para explicarme las cosas ahora casi no me habla, casi no me cuenta nada, pense que era porque estaba viejo y cansado por los años, y en un rapto de enojo aparejada con curiosidad, le pregunte...  Papa!! que pasa que ya ni bola no me explicas no me hablas como antes?Me miro tiernamente a los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109279943346725364/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109279943346725364' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109279943346725364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109279943346725364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/growing-up-hace-tiempo-me-doy-cuenta.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109237015628489182</id><published>2004-08-13T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:09:16.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ask de Questions  Cual fue tu primer lento?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109237015628489182/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109237015628489182' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109237015628489182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109237015628489182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/ask-de-questions-cual-fue-tu-primer.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109211312520859787</id><published>2004-08-10T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T01:45:25.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger SabioMovimiento antidomingo!! dice:el ser humano es el unico animal q tropieza dos veces con la misma mina...Movimiento antidomingo!! dice:eh, digo... piedra Pd: Tankius Matíaz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109211312520859787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109211312520859787' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109211312520859787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109211312520859787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/blogger-sabio-movimiento-antidomingo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109210503059823485</id><published>2004-08-09T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:02:29.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No entiendo que no entiendoSi yo no me entiendo en lo mas minimo, como carajo quiero entender lo que piensa ella? +Plus OneEncantadoramente expontaneooPerfectamente planeado?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109210503059823485/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109210503059823485' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109210503059823485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109210503059823485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-entiendo-que-no-entiendosi-yo-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109201537889785551</id><published>2004-08-08T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:41:07.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 Walls FellingsY no ves mi atras, lo que esconde ayer, decime....decime....quien soy.Nothig....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109201537889785551/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109201537889785551' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109201537889785551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109201537889785551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/3-walls-fellings-y-no-ves-mi-atras-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109184398544313069</id><published>2004-08-06T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:59:45.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don´t Know..."Nosee no entiendo nada, no se para donde correr...Nose si buscar el momento para comerle la boca, o si esperar...eternamente"...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109184398544313069/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109184398544313069' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109184398544313069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109184398544313069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109167156896731572</id><published>2004-08-04T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:06:08.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melting wordsEs curioso esa palabra que ninguno de mis amigos me dice porque saben que me podria hacer boxiarme hasta con Tyson,  me la dijo ella y me derreti intentando que no se diera cuenta...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109167156896731572/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109167156896731572' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109167156896731572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109167156896731572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/melting-words-es-curioso-esa-palabra.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109158334000544208</id><published>2004-08-03T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:35:40.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LolitaMy soul get filled when I talk about you   cause being so woman makes you so special   I NEED YOUR LOVE TO LIVE   RISING FROM THE SEA   I WANT TO BE TO BLAME FOR YOUR SMILE    LOLITA  Ive been wrong with you    and Im afraid of losing your heart for ever   -CHORUS-   LOLITA    Ill give my whole life to be with you   SWEET LOLITA   I want to fuse our hearts   to make one and write    THE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109158334000544208/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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OMentira Tactica? Donde te alineas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109145541579394556/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109145541579394556' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109145541579394556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109145541579394556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/trues-and-lies-honestidad-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109141303745430131</id><published>2004-08-01T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:17:17.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Know Se que lo peor que me puede hacer, es decirme te llamo, y dejarlo ahi en el aire, el solo hecho de tener que esperar una cantidad de tiempo incierto para que suene el telefono me mata.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109141303745430131/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109141303745430131' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109141303745430131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109141303745430131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-know-se-que-lo-peor-que-me-puede.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109115683357042276</id><published>2004-07-30T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:07:13.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"REFRITO" Si ya esto lo postie el 24 de noviembre del 2003, pero estube releyendolo y me gusto mucho asique para los nuevos....Y los no tanto que ni se atreven a tocar los Archivos...ahi les va.. Like a PunisherVolvia a mi casa despues de pedalear unos cuantos kilometros, en los auriculares del Walkman sonaba Henry Rolings. Cuando me encontraba a solo 4 cuadras de mi casa, cruce a una pareja, que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109115683357042276/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109115683357042276' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109115683357042276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109115683357042276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/refritolike-punishervolvia-mi-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109106835587135386</id><published>2004-07-28T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:32:35.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question the Answers Y si fueras del sexo contrario al que sos como te gustaria llamarte?Porque?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109106835587135386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109106835587135386' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109106835587135386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109106835587135386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/question-answersllamarteporque.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109089379322350897</id><published>2004-07-26T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:03:13.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superpoderes Tras unos minutos de conversacion ese chico que tan poco conocia me confezo..."sabes yo tengo un superpoder"...Yo con mirada atonita obviamente le pregunte  ..."y cual es?"...Y me respondio con amargura en su rostro......"Que todas las mujeres me tomen como un amigo"...Se sonrrio, se levanto y se alejo...Ya no era tan desconocido pero si un poco mas incomprendido...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109089379322350897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109089379322350897' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109089379322350897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109089379322350897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/superpoderesun-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109081092309438540</id><published>2004-07-25T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T00:05:49.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diario de Guerra Hoy cumplimos un año, realmente no se si eso le importa a alguien,pero se que me importa ami, porque a un ser tan incostante como yo hacer que esto dure un año, costo, muchas veces tube ganas de tirarlo a la mierda, en algun momento decia para que seguir si me leen 5 personas? Para que seguir si esto no le va  a hacer la diferencia a nadie, a nadie le voy a cambiar la vida, pero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109081092309438540/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109081092309438540' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109081092309438540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109081092309438540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/diario-de-guerra-hoy-cumplimos-un-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-109077371986184502</id><published>2004-07-25T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T13:41:59.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo me pregunto Is this love?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/109077371986184502/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109077371986184502' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109077371986184502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109077371986184502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=109046640565665736' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109046640565665736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/109046640565665736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/boca-sucia-mierdatetaculocacaputoconch.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108995224128699642</id><published>2004-07-16T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T01:40:03.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMPRO   Se necesita, por causas de fuerza mayor, adquirir en la forma de compra directa, una buena cantidad de Ganas. Dicho material sera usado de la siguiente forma...   Del 100 % de la compra...   Un 20 % para ir al Gym. Un 35 % para terminar de lijar esa estanteria que fabrique jugando al carpintero. Un 5 %  para llamar a ese amigo y disculparme por mi colgadez cronica. Un 20 % para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108995224128699642/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108995224128699642' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108995224128699642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108995224128699642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/compro-pago-al-contado-valor-del.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108977866839217950</id><published>2004-07-14T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T01:17:48.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extremadamente estúpidoNo puedo creer lo barato que me sale entretenerme a veces... Hoy estuve haciendo una sobremesa de 30 minutos intentando embocar un corcho en un vaso a una distancia de medio metro haciendo que pique en la mesa ...Si eso no es barato que lo es?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108977866839217950/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108977866839217950' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108977866839217950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108977866839217950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/extremadamente-estpido-no-puedo-creer.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108960605125870610</id><published>2004-07-12T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T01:30:15.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si no hubieseJuro que si no me hubiese pasado en contramano a 90 km/hs con una nena de 3 años parada en entre los asientos delanteros,no lo hubiese corrido, no le hubiese cruzado el coche no me hubiese bajado no lo hubiese puteado de arriba a bajo por inconsciente infeliz e estúpido...y no me hubiesen dado ganas de saltarle arriba del capot...Días de furia les dicen...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108960605125870610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108960605125870610' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108960605125870610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108960605125870610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/si-no-hubiese-juro-que-si-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108908780237329215</id><published>2004-07-06T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T02:27:17.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pride,Times are ChangingEn el año 64 un incauto le dio su primer trabajo de agrimensor, 10 años de estudio no fueron en vano dijo mi abuela y asi pasaron ya 40.  Pasado mañana cumple 70 años y trabaja 8 hs diarias en el campo...Dios quiera que de tal palo salga esta astilla...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108908780237329215/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108908780237329215' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108908780237329215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108908780237329215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/pridetimes-are-changing-en-el-ao-64-un.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108899968604503623</id><published>2004-07-05T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:59:40.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mitos RanisticosSana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy sanara mañana...A quien carajo se le ocurrio que con esto el dolor se va?...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108899968604503623/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108899968604503623' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108899968604503623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108899968604503623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/mitos-ranisticos-sana-sana-colita-de.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108893088136921376</id><published>2004-07-04T05:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T05:48:01.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SxDAsme chocar contra en cielo, una y otra vez..Te necesito no hay duda...PD:Esto de postiar ebrio se hace costumbre...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108893088136921376/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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ArmyComo no se me ocurre que postiar se me ocurrio hacer publico mi nuevito y fresquito fotolog, el cual es muy hecho a pulmon ya que no tengo ni scaner ni camarita digital, en una palabra garroneo fotos y pas posteo...Bueno ete aqui la dire de ONE MEN ARMYNo molesto mas...Besos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108873866772324116/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108873866772324116' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108873866772324116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108873866772324116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-men-army-como-no-se-me-ocurre-que.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108856639530754771</id><published>2004-06-30T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:33:15.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todos los DiasMe mentis, pero yo te creo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108856639530754771/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108856639530754771' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108856639530754771'/><link rel='self' 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momento donde tendrias que haberle chantado un beso y te acobardaste o cuando decidiste no sacarla a bailar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108848178595237705/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108848178595237705' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108848178595237705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108848178595237705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/nunca-te-arrepientas.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108831911613365611</id><published>2004-06-27T03:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T03:51:56.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EbrioEs la primera vez que posteo ebrio no es muy linda la situacion porque no le puedo pegar bien a las teclas y estoy borrando cada dos letras...Mi unica conclusion del dia de hoy es (tristemente) Que rico que es el Valderrobles...Mañana seguro que borro esto pero quice dejar constancia momentanea...Saludos me tomo 2 aspirinas y me voy a dormir...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108831911613365611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108831911613365611' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108831911613365611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108831911613365611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/ebrio-es-la-primera-vez-que-posteo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108822200473920185</id><published>2004-06-26T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:53:24.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Es un hecho (comprobado)Billetera mata galán...He dicho...!!! (muy stolen to Lucia)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108822200473920185/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108822200473920185' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108822200473920185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108822200473920185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/es-un-hecho-comprobado-billetera-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108804673543701273</id><published>2004-06-24T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:12:15.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EstadisticaSu timidez y nerviosismo no eran dificiles de notar, el, al solo verla sentia espasmos musculares que abarcaban desde su lengua hasta sus pies, ella penso que el era muy dulce, el penso que no tenia oportunidad...El 90% de los hombres son inseguros al momento de entablar una charla donde hay intereses sexuales...(Revista Health Care U.S.A.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108804673543701273/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108804673543701273' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108804673543701273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108804673543701273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/estadistica-su-timidez-y-nerviosismo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108795898438852434</id><published>2004-06-22T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:49:44.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TrainTodavia recuerdo cuando mi abuelo me llevaba a los banquitos de la estación de Gonet, a ver pasar los trenes,mientras me contaba historias sobre guerreros romanos, estas tan lejos pero tan cerca..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108795898438852434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108795898438852434' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108795898438852434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108795898438852434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/train-todavia-recuerdo-cuando-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108787916336666226</id><published>2004-06-22T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:42:46.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sing IIStand up strong fell the pain till the angels sing...Love and hate dont mean a thing till the angels sing...Germán le canta a la lluvia un domingo en la ciudad...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108787916336666226/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108787916336666226' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108787916336666226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108787916336666226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/sing-ii-stand-up-strong-fell-pain-till.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108787885945239250</id><published>2004-06-22T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:34:19.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...iuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooo...iiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuooooooooooo...iiiiuuuupiuuuuuuuupuuuuuuuuu...Candy le canta a la lluvia un domingo en la ciudad...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108787885945239250/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108787885945239250' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108787885945239250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108787885945239250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/sing-iiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108777286515955828</id><published>2004-06-20T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:07:45.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to changeEs obvio que fui iluso al creer que te podía interesar por mi interior.  Me equivoque y hace mucho que estoy equivocado, las pruebas me lo demuestran,voy a tener que cambiar, no veo otro camino, no quería pero lo voy a hacer...Vos me haces cambiar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108777286515955828/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108777286515955828' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108777286515955828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108777286515955828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/time-to-change-es-obvio-que-fui-iluso.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108770065729020934</id><published>2004-06-19T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:04:17.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me levante un chabonBoludeando en el mirc por el canal local, me puse a chatear (cosa que hace rato que no hacia con un desconocido)con una niña, hablamos de la uni de aca de los boliches (y no mucho mas porque mi chamuyo carece de profundidad originalidad e efectividad) y bueno llegamos  al punto que me pidio mi Msn...tras unos mili segundos de dudas se lo di. Espere que me adhiriera pero no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108770065729020934/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108770065729020934' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108770065729020934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108770065729020934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/me-levante-un-chabon-boludeando-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108753515393203731</id><published>2004-06-18T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T02:05:53.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada Feliz..."Feliz Feliz con nada tu nada todo es para mi"...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108753515393203731/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108753515393203731' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108753515393203731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108753515393203731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/nada-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108735607260706357</id><published>2004-06-16T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T00:21:12.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El Espejo (Reflejo I)Enfrentar un error y no saber que hacer, Justificar y no cambiar es la forma más simple De no llenar, y olvidar... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108735607260706357/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108735607260706357' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108735607260706357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108735607260706357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/el-espejo-reflejo-i-enfrentar-un-error.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108735433488556915</id><published>2004-06-15T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:55:49.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Placeres PersonalesNoche fria,el calefactor al palo,habitacion iluminada en los rincones, conexion a internet, Massacre (Aerial) de fondo, y un rico Baileys en taza de cafe con 3 hielos...Casi me da bronca estar solo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108735433488556915/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108735433488556915' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108735433488556915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108735433488556915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/placeres-personales-noche-friael.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108727049362139450</id><published>2004-06-15T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:34:53.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Horses..."Y yo con mi vestido negro lleno de pasamaneria blanca me tire al piso a buscar las patas del caballo"...De mi difunta Bisabuela,sobre el dia que vio por primera vez un Auto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108727049362139450/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108727049362139450' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108727049362139450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108727049362139450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/horses.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108718283455384344</id><published>2004-06-14T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T00:28:14.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConsignaGritar todos al mismo tiempo una palabra a los marcianos. La cuestión no es: ¿para qué? sino ¿cuál? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108718283455384344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108718283455384344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108718283455384344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108718283455384344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/consigna-gritar-todos-al-mismo-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108700944290714311</id><published>2004-06-12T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T00:04:02.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y ya son 300</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108700944290714311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108700944290714311' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108700944290714311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108700944290714311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/y-ya-son-300.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108700728578190094</id><published>2004-06-11T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:28:05.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Green CardTenemos Spanish Green Card, asique pronto vendra el artista de europa, estamos contentos!!!Si ya se esto es solo para unos pocos, pero uds sabran entender!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108700728578190094/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108700728578190094' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108700728578190094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108700728578190094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/green-card-tenemos-spanish-green-card.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108683760874328890</id><published>2004-06-10T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:20:08.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PreguntoAhora entiendo!!!  Osea el te cago entonces no confias en mi?Bueno, esta bien mucho no se pierde, ademas...Nada de todo esto puede ser realidad....o si? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108683760874328890/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108683760874328890' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108683760874328890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108683760874328890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/pregunto-ahora-entiendo-osea-el-te.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108666702381204567</id><published>2004-06-08T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:00:06.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salsa (A bailarrrrrrr)Este es un consejo util para todo aquel que venga a comer ravioles a mi casa...(dudo que alguien se anime a venir a una ciudad donde el viento corre a 140 Km/hs)pero de todas maneras tenganlos en cuenta.Consejo util n° 1Siempre asegurate que te sirvan antes que a mi papa. (tiende a pensar que nadie quiere mas y acapara)Consejo util n° 2Siempre preguntale a Graciela (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108666702381204567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108666702381204567' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108666702381204567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108666702381204567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/salsa-bailarrrrrrr-este-es-un-consejo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108666633433834212</id><published>2004-06-08T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:45:34.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RamboHoy caminaba por el downtown de mi ciudad cuando me encontre tras 2 muchachos de apariencia petrolera, (abundan aca) y uno le decia al otro...El de Gorra: Sabes que hace como una semana que tengo un dolor en la panza que es como si tuviese clavado un fierro en la pansa...El de cubanas: Mira vos anda a saber que es....Que hiciste el fin de semana?EL de Gorra: Jugue al fulbito en la liga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108666633433834212/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108666633433834212' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108666633433834212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108666633433834212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/rambo-hoy-caminaba-por-el-downtown-de.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108657593685286639</id><published>2004-06-06T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:38:56.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna KnowTan dificil es estar conmigo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108657593685286639/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108657593685286639' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108657593685286639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108657593685286639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-wanna-know-tan-dificil-es-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108657453600049253</id><published>2004-06-06T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:20:02.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MentiraQuieren una mentira recurrente?...Que resaca!!, nunca mas tomo nada!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108657453600049253/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108657453600049253' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108657453600049253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108657453600049253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/mentira-quieren-una-mentira-recurrente.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108641571469612453</id><published>2004-06-05T02:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T03:11:04.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gargola PatagonicaSolo a veces ella se sienta a meditar en mi ventana...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108641571469612453/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108641571469612453' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108641571469612453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108641571469612453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/gargola-patagonica-solo-veces-ella-se.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108641315882324038</id><published>2004-06-05T02:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T02:25:58.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pledge Your AllegianceI never said i dont like religion, I just dont like TvYou say I got bad attitude - around you that comes naturallyYou say I need more compassion - I can forgive, I just cant forget.You say control my temper - but when I fell like shit  I fell like shit....SxTx</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108641315882324038/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108641315882324038' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108641315882324038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108641315882324038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/pledge-your-allegiance-i-never-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108632133489461263</id><published>2004-06-04T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:55:34.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lisa y LLanamente Me canse de vos sabes? estoy podrido de tus escuzas de tus mañas de tus mentiras blancas..Basta si queres seguir siendo parte de esto tenes que ponerte media pila y laburar para que esto funcione, no va que uno haga todo el trabajo y vos ahi tirada sin hacer nada...Es como que tengo que remar todo yo solo y me canse, si vos no me ayudas, no llego a nada, y si lo pienso bien </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108632133489461263/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108632133489461263' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108632133489461263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108632133489461263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/lisa-y-llanamente-me-canse-de-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108623579757526870</id><published>2004-06-03T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:14:45.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para los nuevos lectores......"Que bello espectaculo es ver correr a los cobardes, cuando el arbol caido se levanta"...Ya lo habia postiado, pero es sin duda mi frase o aforismo favorito....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108623579757526870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108623579757526870' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108623579757526870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108623579757526870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/para-los-nuevos-lectores.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108623557654966120</id><published>2004-06-03T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:13:20.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que es lo menos malo?Tener que comprar un Torino 4 puertas?o Tener que comprar un Chevy 4 puertas?Ir al baño y no tener papel? oSalir de la ducha y que haya toallas?Que a la ensalada le falte sal?oQue le falte aceite?Que te roben en el bondi 50 mangos?oQue se te vuelen los 50 mangos de la mano?Haber que piensan uds?PD:Es un viejo juego de hermanos que teniamos con mi big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108623557654966120/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108623557654966120' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108623557654966120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108623557654966120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/que-es-lo-menos-malo-tener-que-comprar.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108606118543626245</id><published>2004-06-01T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:39:45.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Su sueñoElla soño conmigo, soño que yo era otra persona y corria por un pasillo largo y oscuro. Corria asustado escapandome de algo, con las ropas rasgadas y la piel ensangrentada, corria desesperado gritando sin saber que nadie me escuchaba, ella se angustio pero no se desperto,me  vio tropezar y caer, y vio que algo se me acerco, tomo un puñal y me atravezo el corazon una y otra vez hasta que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108606118543626245/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108606118543626245' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108606118543626245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108606118543626245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/06/su-sueo-ella-soo-conmigo-soo-que-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108580302702668796</id><published>2004-05-29T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:57:07.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its ALiveeeeeHablando con Lucia sobre un post que intento escrbir hace rato, me di cuenta que el mismo tiene vida propia, la historia trata de un boxeador que esta destinado a ser campeon, y se olvida de todo por el exito y termina solo con su gloria pero sin nadie para compartirla... pero cada vez que reescribo la historia, el termina con su amada y por mayor esfuerzo que haga ese es el final </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108580302702668796/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108580302702668796' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108580302702668796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108580302702668796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-aliveeeee-hablando-con-lucia-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108580176383722141</id><published>2004-05-29T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:37:45.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nota mental.Tengo que dejar de cantar cuando tengo los auriculares puestos y el diskman al palo, porque segun como me miraron aparentemente no queda bien cantar Refuse/Resist de Sepultura en el banco a todo volumen...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108580176383722141/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108580176383722141' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108580176383722141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108580176383722141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/nota-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108575738460223959</id><published>2004-05-28T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T12:16:24.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AloneTengo que pensar en volver a vivir solo, volver al camino de realizar mis proyectos,go back to fight my battles..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108575738460223959/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108575738460223959' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108575738460223959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108575738460223959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/alone-tengo-que-pensar-en-volver-vivir.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108562939170475585</id><published>2004-05-27T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:43:11.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aforismos II..."En los celos hay más amor propio que verdadero amor."... La Rochefoucauld.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108562939170475585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108562939170475585' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108562939170475585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108562939170475585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/aforismos-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108562628490730398</id><published>2004-05-26T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T23:51:24.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Realeza PatagonicaLas siguientes palabras les fueron escuchadas a dos señoras con uniforme de empresa de servicios de limpieza.Lo que pasa es que una vez que entras a ese circulo listo, ya esta los negocios te llueven desde el cielo, casarte con alguien de la realeza es lo mas telodigo porque yo se!!!(Palabras registradas en la cola del supermercado de Las Heras Pcia de Santa Cruz.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108562628490730398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108562628490730398' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108562628490730398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108562628490730398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/realeza-patagonica-las-siguientes.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108537785060184968</id><published>2004-05-24T02:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T02:50:50.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SXDYa esta grabado mezclado y proximo a salir a la calle el Demo/Ep/orgullo de Sangrando por Dentro, fue grabado en 5 hs tomando por separado la banda la voz principal y los coros, costó no le voy a decir que fue facil, y hacerme el productor sin experiencia previa y hacer sonar en la consola a la banda como ami me parece que tiene que sonar,dandole indicaciones al sonidista no es nada facil...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108537785060184968/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108537785060184968' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108537785060184968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616971/posts/default/108537785060184968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/2004/05/sxd-ya-esta-grabado-mezclado-y-proximo.html' title=''/><author><name>everlast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616971.post-108537741478574975</id><published>2004-05-24T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T02:43:34.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GiveI gave you all my blood all my sudor, and now you got my tears...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://controlledbyehatred.blogspot.com/feeds/108537741478574975/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616971&amp;postID=108537741478574975' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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