<?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-5554548</id><updated>2011-07-24T20:51:06.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape is taken</title><subtitle type='html'>diario no intimo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-112537465823776596</id><published>2005-08-30T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:04:18.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>300805</title><summary type='text'>fumo 100.000 cigarrillos por diasaludo cada vez que voy abajome apodero de todo trauma que ande por ahime da miedo haber perdidola inocencia la inconciencialos titulos de los cuadros dadaistas me hacen reirme acuerdo que mi amiga jimena habia titulado un dibujo"los murcielagos me hacen acordar a bela lugosi"abuso de la sinceridadla verdad de todo es que extraño a mi abuelapor suerte muchos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/112537465823776596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=112537465823776596&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/112537465823776596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/112537465823776596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/08/300805.html' title='300805'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-112027647416711277</id><published>2005-07-02T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:31:07.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de musica</title><summary type='text'>-¡como no escuchamos antes a nancy sinatra!, me dice mi chico.. asiento.... hay musicas a las que uno llega por corazonadas, "a mi esto me va a gustar". y la rompe cuando eso pasa. aparte, y esto da para una charla sesuda, en 24 canciones, le sacamos la careta ala mitad de las bandas "modernas". abri la boca grande cuando escuchamos la version de "some velvet morning". ese tema que pasaban hasta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/112027647416711277/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=112027647416711277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/112027647416711277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/112027647416711277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/07/de-musica.html' title='de musica'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-111923284662960536</id><published>2005-06-19T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:03:29.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sunlight</title><summary type='text'>Instrucciones para abrir el paquete de jabón Sunlight(Trabajo realizado por Manuel Mandeb por encargo de la agencia de publicidad Vivencia) 1- Busque la flecha indicadora.2- Presione con el dedo pulgar hasta que el cartón del envase ceda.3- Disimule. Soy un joven escritor que no tiene otra ocasión que ésta de conectarse con las muchedumbres. Usted finja que sigue abriendo este estúpido paquete y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/111923284662960536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=111923284662960536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111923284662960536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111923284662960536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunlight.html' title='sunlight'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-111875760382813475</id><published>2005-06-14T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:00:03.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fenomeno</title><summary type='text'>cuantos fotologs de chicas con flequillo negro y uñas rojas que se sacan fotos de cerca puede soportar la red?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/111875760382813475/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=111875760382813475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111875760382813475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111875760382813475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/06/fenomeno.html' title='fenomeno'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-111686240520476295</id><published>2005-05-23T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:33:25.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>about star wars</title><summary type='text'>bigger! faster! better!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/111686240520476295/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=111686240520476295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111686240520476295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111686240520476295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-star-wars.html' title='about star wars'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-111517419709982566</id><published>2005-05-03T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:14:49.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>so....</title><summary type='text'>Así que tengo compuTenemos aun, la maquina de escribir digital, que si, se debe sentir abandonada. Es como un geronte después de todo, su sabiduría esta en el tiempo que paso. Pensaba que fue la primer maquina que me permitió equivocarme, porque si desde la primera tuve teclados a mis manos, pero eran para mover la tortuguita (*ay dios*) y en la secundaria era para planillas de excel y el Tango. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/111517419709982566/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=111517419709982566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111517419709982566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/111517419709982566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/05/so.html' title='so....'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110539405865287140</id><published>2005-01-10T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T18:56:06.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>algunas lindas pinturas</title><summary type='text'>comparto.http://www.jonkrause.com/index2.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110539405865287140/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110539405865287140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110539405865287140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110539405865287140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2005/01/algunas-lindas-pinturas.html' title='algunas lindas pinturas'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110365907193474715</id><published>2004-12-21T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:57:51.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy</title><summary type='text'>no suficiente con blumberg saliendo de conquista por el interior, la iglesia y ferrari, y el aborto y la nariz puesta en todo. violencia. basta de violencia institucional. y vuelve menem.si este fuese un "pais en serio"esta seria un oportunidad para demostrar un monton cosas. pero aparentemente no tenemos mas que demostrar (dar ejemplo) . que aqui no paso nunca nada. en este pais, toda epoca es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110365907193474715/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110365907193474715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110365907193474715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110365907193474715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/12/hoy.html' title='hoy'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110355688397815407</id><published>2004-12-20T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T12:34:43.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos o tres desgracias de mi pequeña vida cotidiana</title><summary type='text'>ahh que maravilla, a pocos dias de rendir (si antes y despues de mis anheladas fiestas) y sin un libro de historia a mano, la internet es mi mas cercana salvacion. en casa, el monitor se tomo vacaciones asi que aprovecho para visitar uno de los tantos ciber de la cuidad. no puede ser tan malo me digo, lo de no estar en patas, a dos paso del baño y la heladera y no poder fumar debe quedar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110355688397815407/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110355688397815407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110355688397815407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110355688397815407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/12/dos-o-tres-desgracias-de-mi-pequea.html' title='dos o tres desgracias de mi pequeña vida cotidiana'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110329349199989421</id><published>2004-12-17T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:24:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>es un viernes de sol de diciembre</title><summary type='text'>si hay una cancion linda para hoy es sunny afternoon de the kinks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110329349199989421/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110329349199989421&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110329349199989421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110329349199989421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/12/es-un-viernes-de-sol-de-diciembre.html' title='es un viernes de sol de diciembre'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110287548934320795</id><published>2004-12-12T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:18:09.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aqui de vuelta</title><summary type='text'>paré unos dias de decir cosas. el silencio como manifestación de tener demasiados gritos. vienen "las fiestas" y después de mas de 10 años de tener padres "separados" recién ahora es un problema. de ahí es que "las fiestas" para mi son una farsa, un carnaval barato y vacío de valores que pareciera que valen por dos días nomas. deseo de una cena y ya.encima, ya no le veo lo de salir después de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110287548934320795/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110287548934320795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110287548934320795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110287548934320795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/12/aqui-de-vuelta.html' title='aqui de vuelta'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110185204668585954</id><published>2004-11-30T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:03:11.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>patricia en mi "psicologa"</title><summary type='text'>patricia insiste que mi problema está en que me pongo en "nena" (por contarlo sinteticamente)y si, claro, si ser grande es batsante complicado, eso lo sabe todo el mundo. lastima que el lugar de nena no me funciona mas. mas bien me vuelve loca. hace unos años tuve un episodio "quisiera ser grande". y como tom hanks me di cuenta que ser grande apesta y aqui estoy. entre un lugar que ya no existe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110185204668585954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110185204668585954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110185204668585954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110185204668585954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/patricia-en-mi-psicologa.html' title='patricia en mi &quot;psicologa&quot;'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110176424105544688</id><published>2004-11-29T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:37:21.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>que escondes?</title><summary type='text'>mauricio macrique escondes?detras de ese bigoteque escondes?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110176424105544688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110176424105544688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110176424105544688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110176424105544688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/que-escondes.html' title='que escondes?'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110122432476855057</id><published>2004-11-23T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:41:40.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>people here are very kind</title><summary type='text'>tinelli presentando a robbie williams y la traductora que los comunicaba me dio un flashback a perdidos en tokio.mi adolecente fanatismo popero llega a eso. ver tinelli. que tipo repulsivo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110122432476855057/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110122432476855057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110122432476855057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110122432476855057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/people-here-are-very-kind.html' title='people here are very kind'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110063532713861428</id><published>2004-11-16T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:02:07.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacique Guaicaipuro Cuatemoc </title><summary type='text'>"El hermano aduanero europeo me pide papel escrito con visa para poder descubrir a los que me descubrieron. El hermano usurero europeo me pide pago de una deuda contraída por Judas, a quien nunca autoricé a venderme.El hermano leguleyo europeo me explica que toda deuda se paga con intereses aunque sea vendiendo seres humano y países enteros sin pedirles consentimiento. Yo los voy descubriendo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110063532713861428/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110063532713861428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110063532713861428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110063532713861428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/cacique-guaicaipuro-cuatemoc.html' title='Cacique Guaicaipuro Cuatemoc '/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110038160591174146</id><published>2004-11-13T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:35:09.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ceronegativo</title><summary type='text'>no existe tal cosa como el color rojo sangre.la sangre va desde el mas inocente de los fuxias hasta el mas negro de los marrones.- eso es sangre?- la sangre es de todos colores, mira.desde el mas optimista de los fuxias al mas embriagante bordeaux.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110038160591174146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110038160591174146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110038160591174146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110038160591174146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/ceronegativo.html' title='ceronegativo'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-110012372165843736</id><published>2004-11-10T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T18:55:21.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>marque con una cruz</title><summary type='text'>veo oscuroveo la resistencia aplastadaejercitos de clones de ovejas asesinasa cnn broadcast.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/110012372165843736/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=110012372165843736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110012372165843736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/110012372165843736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/marque-con-una-cruz.html' title='marque con una cruz'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109943054927069859</id><published>2004-11-02T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:22:29.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"the world is watching"</title><summary type='text'>eso le dice bush a sus potenciales votantes. el tono seria tomalo como quieras pero mejor asustate.espero que estemos viendo como te estrellas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109931553006124750</id><published>2004-11-01T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:36:26.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos del diario</title><summary type='text'>Por Eduardo Galeano Un par de días antes de que al norte de América se eligiera al presidente del planeta, al sur de América hubo elecciones y hubo plebiscito en un país ignorado, un país casi secreto, llamado Uruguay. En esas elecciones ganó la izquierda, por primera vez en la historia nacional; y en ese plebiscito, por primera vez en la historia mundial, el voto popular se opuso a la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109931553006124750/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109931553006124750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109931553006124750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109931553006124750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/11/dos-del-diario.html' title='dos del diario'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109822774621218812</id><published>2004-10-19T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:26:42.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cafe tacuba II /"you're not the only one"</title><summary type='text'>diego me presto su "dialogo" con el responsable, ahi les va....Diego escribio: &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; cafe tacuba &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Despues de leer la nota, menguando mi indignacion, me di cuenta que lo gracioso de todo esto es que al terminar el show, encontre a mas de 10 amigos dispersos entre el publico y los comentarios comunes eran: "me emocione con cada tema" y "fue un show de hits" . Por favor, para las reseñas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109822774621218812/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109822774621218812&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109822774621218812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109822774621218812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/10/cafe-tacuba-ii-youre-not-only-one.html' title='cafe tacuba II /&quot;you&apos;re not the only one&quot;'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109813684426183212</id><published>2004-10-18T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:00:44.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cafe tacuba</title><summary type='text'>Pedro Squillaci / La Capital says:El grupo azteca tocó pocos hits y temas de su CD"Cuatro caminos" pero no logró conmover al público a que show fuiste pedro?que te corre por las venas?viste el show al lado de los baños quimicos?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109813684426183212/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109813684426183212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109813684426183212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109813684426183212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/10/cafe-tacuba.html' title='cafe tacuba'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109804574592297627</id><published>2004-10-17T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T17:42:25.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoy mama se levanto con resaca y me toco hacer la ensalada.ah! la hora de la siesta es la mas linda</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109754313333859010</id><published>2004-10-11T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:05:33.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"la sociedad ideal"</title><summary type='text'>encontre, entre archivos, un "tarea" que nos propuso un profe. la materia se llamaba Gestion y los primeros tres meses nos volvian locos con reflexiones de todo tipo. esta es una de ellas, la cosa venia de "reflexionen-escriban como seria una sociedad ideal para ustedes" y asi, en clases, junto a otras 15 wannabe's (casi todas hoy trabajando en el rubro de la "moda"), a mi me salio esto:En el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109754313333859010/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109754313333859010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109754313333859010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109754313333859010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/10/la-sociedad-ideal.html' title='&quot;la sociedad ideal&quot;'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109675088861069128</id><published>2004-10-02T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:01:28.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>murió richard avedon.caminó en el jardin de la belleza.suena chafa no?pero es verdad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109675088861069128/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109675088861069128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109675088861069128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109675088861069128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/10/muri-richard-avedon.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109581590002151800</id><published>2004-09-21T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:18:20.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>critico de critico/las meninas</title><summary type='text'>no dejo de percibir dos grandes grupos de criticos de musica. estan los que les gusta toodo y los que no les gusta nada. los que todo aman no son solo los bien pagos en grandes medios y los que no les gusta nada no son solo las tafonis.me encuentro harto cansada de leer mierda por todos lados."Si, Govinda, soy capaz de amar una piedra, un arbol, y hasta un pedazo de corteza, son cosas y por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109581590002151800/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109581590002151800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109581590002151800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109581590002151800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/09/critico-de-criticolas-meninas.html' title='critico de critico/las meninas'/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109468936470047358</id><published>2004-09-08T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:22:44.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>es increible como toda la pavada del mundo de pronto desaparece.ya no siento mas escalofrios.veo todo paciencia.al fin y al cabo, con lo unico que se nace es con la muerte y todo lo demas es ganacia. algunos somo afortunados y nos toca buena gente alrededor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109468936470047358/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109468936470047358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109468936470047358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109468936470047358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/09/es-increible-como-toda-la-pavada-del.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109450662116572980</id><published>2004-09-06T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:37:01.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sintesis entre forma y funcion? profundas busquedas de identidad? dudas? vomitos de furia?por fin de la internel nos surge la respuesta!http://www.sosgroso.com.ar/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109450662116572980/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109450662116572980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109450662116572980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109450662116572980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/09/sintesis-entre-forma-y-funcion.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109392084583425276</id><published>2004-08-30T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:54:05.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>un salon con 40 personas, en una mesa que caben seis, al fondo, donde nos sentamos cuando no nos interesa, sola sola. no poseo la clase de instinto social que permite soportar grupillos de mas de tres. no por opcion, no tengo par y me aburro el doble.la vida esta afuera.el tipo este tiene una manera de explicar los conceptos que me da  vergüenza. yo me las se todas dice. toodo el tiempo "no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109392084583425276/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109392084583425276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109392084583425276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109392084583425276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/08/un-salon-con-40-personas-en-una-mesa.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109371021223783476</id><published>2004-08-28T13:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T13:23:32.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>como hace una cuando el cuerpo enloquese?poner en cuarentena? ignorar?haga click aquiy verá como no pasa anda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109371021223783476/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109371021223783476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109371021223783476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109371021223783476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/08/como-hace-una-cuando-el-cuerpo.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109335823829369985</id><published>2004-08-24T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:37:18.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>un territorio que aun no conozco, todo mio, todo disculpas, fantasias de lo ajeno e irreprochable. el deseo intermitente de estar en otro lado. la abosluta necesidad de estar aca adentro de mi cuerpo tendida en mi propia red aun sin saber muy bien que hacer con todo esto. es tan necesario saber como manejar todo? es licito pensar que eso es lo que esperan los demas?me gustaria poder decir no a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109335823829369985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109335823829369985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109335823829369985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109335823829369985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/08/un-territorio-que-aun-no-conozco-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109268933770994646</id><published>2004-08-16T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:48:57.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colgate faced a big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command "to hang yourself".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109268933770994646/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109268933770994646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109268933770994646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109268933770994646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/08/colgate-faced-big-obstacle-marketing.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-109080493907226886</id><published>2004-07-25T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:22:19.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>en mi diario de chica tampoco escribia nada.que ganas de bajar este blog! me da un poco de cosa, como todos esos papelitos que no debi haber tirado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/109080493907226886/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=109080493907226886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109080493907226886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/109080493907226886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/07/en-mi-diario-de-chica-tampoco-escribia.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-108972815780941598</id><published>2004-07-13T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:56:12.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y nada, solo 3 cajas de pastillas nuevas....no es el colmo de la estetica? una concejala (me prometo aprenderme su nombre)recomienda que los vecinos de rosario pinten los frentes de su casa para el Congreso de la Lengua, para que la cuidad este mas linda, vistee.....ah porque los nenitos raquiticos que te piden monedas en la paradas de colectivos y taxis quedan re bien!pienso.... el poder tiene</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/108972815780941598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=108972815780941598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108972815780941598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108972815780941598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/07/y-nada-solo-3-cajas-de-pastillas.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-108856203093745696</id><published>2004-06-29T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:58:22.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hace una hora que navego nada, cronica tv y las discuciones sobre el cancer de pulmon no ayudan en nada. ese pedazo del camino, el mas profundo,este que nos vemos demasiados vencidos para remar, amor, aca donde no se ve nada. ya estuvimos aca, ya vi esto, ya se donde termina, relax, beneficios, resultados, que todos digan vistee! un olvido convertido en victoriaun bife medio sangriento hace que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/108856203093745696/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=108856203093745696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108856203093745696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108856203093745696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/06/hace-una-hora-que-navego-nada-cronica.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-108179688007484189</id><published>2004-04-12T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:10:49.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- que vas a hacer?- voy a internet a buscar unas cosas...- entonces buscame a mi, a ver si me encontras nueva.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/108179688007484189/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=108179688007484189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108179688007484189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108179688007484189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/04/que-vas-hacer-voy-internet-buscar-unas.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-108058225415888304</id><published>2004-03-29T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:46:49.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tres generaciones.tres ovarios chotos. siempre el derecho. la herencia es escalofriante.cuando dejare de usar esa palabra?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/108058225415888304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=108058225415888304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108058225415888304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108058225415888304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/03/tres-generaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-108044910534505341</id><published>2004-03-28T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T01:47:38.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tooda la gente que me cruzo en el sanatorio me es familiar. los conozco a todos. es escalofrianteaprendo muchas cosas estos dias...sobre todo cosas de sentimientos relacionados con la fe ( esos de los que cuando puedo me rio). resulta que es solo el estado de necesidad mas esencial, mas precario. al final del dia, todos depositamos nuestra "fe" en lo mismo. la ciencia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/108044910534505341/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=108044910534505341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108044910534505341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/108044910534505341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/03/tooda-la-gente-que-me-cruzo-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-107357498943868330</id><published>2004-01-08T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:17:43.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todo muy burocratico...yo solo quiero mirar 6 horas por dia al mar. ni un cachitin de gris, nada. todo dulce conversacion, todo sonidos templados.lo necesito. quiero saber muy poco.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/107357498943868330/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=107357498943868330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107357498943868330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107357498943868330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/01/todo-muy-burocratico.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-107348911043757359</id><published>2004-01-07T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:27:50.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>increible, todavia es demasiado para mi.señora lily sullos:deberia aclarar que el orden y armonia que caracteriza a mi signo virgo, no se aplica en cuestiones informaticas/tecnologicas.disculpe el lio.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/107348911043757359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=107348911043757359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107348911043757359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107348911043757359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/01/increible-todavia-es-demasiado-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-107348815987547233</id><published>2004-01-07T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:10:33.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo lo que encuentro parecidas son las palabras algodon y modo.si, ya se que nada tienen que ver, como que la palabra modo me suena algodonada y viceversa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/107348815987547233/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=107348815987547233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107348815987547233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/107348815987547233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2004/01/yo-lo-que-encuentro-parecidas-son-las.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-106704332608457349</id><published>2003-10-24T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:09:02.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"el "arte" de la segunda parte del siglo XX es como una coca cola sin gas"r.b.my today statement is: debieramos de inventar una "bebida" nueva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/106704332608457349/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=106704332608457349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106704332608457349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106704332608457349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/10/el-arte-de-la-segunda-parte-del-siglo.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-106329058222458865</id><published>2003-09-11T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T11:29:42.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me acabo de dar cuenta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/106329058222458865/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=106329058222458865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106329058222458865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106329058222458865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/09/me-acabo-de-dar-cuenta.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-106304669241919444</id><published>2003-09-08T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T15:44:52.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no se deberia haber armando un reverendo quilombo con las elecciones que tuvimos que "celebrar" ayer? a alguien mas le dio verguenza?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/106304669241919444/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. agosto is gone. happily for us. agosto como miercoles, tiempo aguadotiempo idosolo que estoy buscando, searchig..... diria mi ordenador.buscando en vano, algo que no existe, que no va a ser hallado, que debo inventar.recupero fuerzas, las busco donde no las hay. me dijeron que no muchas veces es agosto, contare cuando sea vieja.me he prometido que proximamente habra comentarios, suyo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/106244086262231730/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=106244086262231730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106244086262231730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/106244086262231730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105950961052245770</id><published>2003-07-29T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T17:13:30.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hay/haya/halla/hoyo/oyo/hoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105950961052245770/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>obtube una explicacion para lo de la musica new age: cantidades considerables de clorazepan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105896959420186611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105896959420186611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105896959420186611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105896959420186611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/obtube-una-explicacion-para-lo-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105891526241957625</id><published>2003-07-22T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:18:22.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poliyaje savora gayrecuperacion catorceañeracuando tomo mate sola se enfria (metaforable)                                                            indexacion                                                            autonomia                                                            masturbacionse sumo un chico que innecesariamente pide mildisculpas, hay veces que no hay oportunidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105891526241957625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oigo incluso como ríen las montañasarriba y debajo de susazules laderasy abajo del agua los peces llorany toda el aguason sus lagrimasoigo el agualas noches queconsumo bebiendoy la tristeza se hacetan grandeque la oigo en mi relojque se vuelve pomos enla cómodase vuelve papelsobre el suelose vuelve calzador ticket de lavanderíase vuelvehumo de cigarrillo escalandoun templo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105832003093579593/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105832003093579593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105832003093579593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105832003093579593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/oigo-incluso-como-ren-las-montaas.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105821471275839902</id><published>2003-07-14T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T17:31:52.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mi respeto por leon gieco aumento un 397% despues de intentar cantar  completa "ojo con los orozco". if you don't belive me just try.que si estamos al pedo? claro, para que diablos son los domingos?hoy dormi hasta la 1. es un evento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105821471275839902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105821471275839902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105821471275839902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105821471275839902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/mi-respeto-por-leon-gieco-aumento-un.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105797940528925189</id><published>2003-07-12T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T00:10:05.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/2002/brucke/index.htmlun item. a proposito de la extraña sensacion de pensar la expresion/ tecnica.(tehne que la gente culta dice) pide a gritos a mi  habitualidad, una forma, un hacer continuo y desvariado. no como andar en bici,cosa que "gracias a dios" uno nunca olvida, sino mas bien como lavarse los dientes(puf). quedo un rato colgada entre los mil blogs (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105797940528925189/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105797940528925189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105797940528925189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105797940528925189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105795089299881943</id><published>2003-07-11T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T16:16:14.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm vacasiones! el dulce sabor de tener responsabilidades no horarias. out of time.de blur. del ultimo. asi es mi vida."to watch the world spinning"desalienantemente mas escrito.menos chachara carajo. ahhh la tranquilidad es justo esto. esperarte.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105795089299881943/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105795089299881943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105795089299881943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105795089299881943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/mmm-vacasiones-el-dulce-sabor-de-tener.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105779921635787629</id><published>2003-07-09T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T22:06:56.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hay un claro paralelismo entre el video "electrolite" de rem cuya direccion es de nuestro queridisimo spike ¿jonze? y montañas de agua de babasonicos. que es primero el huevo o la gallina?las cinco personas culpables de la vida pedorra que llevo son:- mi yo adolescente- mis padres- mi yo actual- mi jefa- los directivos de galavision</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105779921635787629/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105779921635787629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105779921635787629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105779921635787629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/hay-un-claro-paralelismo-entre-el.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105771058666657071</id><published>2003-07-08T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T21:29:46.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CUTTOOTH (5:25)I wanna be in the wallpaperOr run away to the foreign legionI wanna be in the wallpaperOr run away to the foreign legionAnd as the tanks roll into townAs the tanks roll into townA little bit of knowledge will destroy youA little bit of knowledge will destroy youAs the tanks roll into townAs the tanks roll into townA little bit of knowledge will destroy youA little bit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105771058666657071/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105771058666657071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105771058666657071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105771058666657071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/cuttooth-525-i-wanna-be-in-wallpaper.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105770131623731602</id><published>2003-07-08T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T18:55:16.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>elegir dormir a cualquier cosa me hizo malno bañarme me hizo mal (hizo no se escribe asi no?)no escuchar hail hoy me hace malel teatro que debo montar hoy de 7 a 10.3 no me deja en paz. no se usar esto, ya se fueron todos, no tengo a nadie a quien decirle lo infeliz y dormida que estoy (crunky-style) y esta retorica no va a contenerme. teatro teatro teatro teatro teatro teatro teatro teatro. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105770131623731602/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105770131623731602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105770131623731602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105770131623731602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/elegir-dormir-cualquier-cosa-me-hizo.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554548.post-105760409227328484</id><published>2003-07-07T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T15:54:52.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>el futuro :sistema operativo en tu compu con el blog incorporado 24 x 365 online tu maquina sera tu pagina personal-tu vida en la tele-tal cualen salutacion a maxi:top fiveavances tecnologicos de la semana5-cambio del adaptador del conversor al cable para poder grabar fox.4-login de esto.3-photoshop.copia de modificaciones en los layers 2-grabacion de cd en windows xp y que sea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/feeds/105760409227328484/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554548&amp;postID=105760409227328484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105760409227328484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554548/posts/default/105760409227328484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lachicaque.blogspot.com/2003/07/el-futuro-sistema-operativo-en-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>la chica que</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655486148081212282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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