<?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-34043085</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:40:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AremiBu rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043085.post-1894515425852627557</id><published>2008-05-13T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:40:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;`~``Comments on Freedom and ME``~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finaly did it... I'm free. I no longer live at Parque Real #8271. I Finaly Left. Yay for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very stupid fight, but we both said very ugly things to eachother, I feel bad for calling her verdulera... but I wasn't lying. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, we wheren't yelling at eachother, for the first time, we didn't yell. We just faught and said very nasty things to eachother. And I'm not sad, I'm actually very happy and releaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that got me really mad was the fact that I told her I wasn't going to go live with Erasmo and she insisted I was, then she called my dad and told him I had taken all my money from the bank and rented an apartment to live with Erasmo, and that I had left on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does sadden me, and the fact that my sisters are mad with me, but oh well, they have shown me these past few months that they are very selfish and don't really care about me, but only of their confort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I live with my aunt and grandma... at least the next 3 months, till I have enough money to buy myself a car then I can go live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasmo is an angel. He's helping me so much. He took me to school today and is going to be my transport until I have a car. Despite what my mother says, he's shown me he's all the contrary to what my family says he is.I'm very blessed to have him, I love him so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Karime, I'm so sorry I couldn't go to your graduation, I really wanted to be the crazy lady at the end of the row yelling you to smile for the camera. I hope you had a great time. Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-1894515425852627557?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/1894515425852627557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=1894515425852627557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1894515425852627557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1894515425852627557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/05/comments-on-freedom-and-me-so-i-finaly.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-9054336415613576402</id><published>2008-05-10T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:06:07.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`~``Comments on Pregnancy and smiles``~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;So I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamed I was in a house, in a kitchen with Erasmo and our baby. I started breast feeding the baby and he was helping me. The baby was so perfect and beautifull and I felt... well I can't relly describe how I felt, and I don't want to, I feel like if I define how I felt the feeling is going to slip away from me somehow and I don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Anyway, as I was breastfeeding the baby I ran out of milk so Erasmo took the baby,  sat it down on the high chair and started feedig it baby food, and the baby kept laughing as he was feeding it, and the baby got food all over it's mouth and on it's cheek and Erasmo was laughing just looking at her (yes, I got the impression for an instant it was a she) and both of them seemed to love eachother so much and he was smiling in that way he only smiles at me when we're alone, only his eyes and face glowed with joy. He leaned close to the baby and she leaned towards him and touched his cheek with her face and his forhead with her hand, getting baby food on his face, making him giggle (yes, my man was giggling ((... yes, I just said my man))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;I felt so much happyness inside me as I looked at them, and I felt so much love for him and our baby, I felt so complete, I guess if you could mix all the happy feelings in the world you woud get to that happy feeling I was experimenting in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Don't worry Marco I'm not pregnant, I think the baby is our relationship... that or someone close to me is pregnant... cause lately I've been dreaming people tell me I'm pregnant, but I've also been dreaming things that happen to me, then latter happen to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;So I don't know and I don't really care... I just wanted there to be evidence of this dream, of how happy I am in this instant and how lucky and blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-9054336415613576402?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/9054336415613576402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=9054336415613576402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/9054336415613576402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/9054336415613576402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/05/comments-on-pregnancy-and-smiles-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-901987902169481975</id><published>2008-03-30T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:00:26.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;`~``Comments on Kingdom Hearts (I, DS and II)``~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows that I bought the PS2 just so I could play Kingdom Hearts (KH). I had the game before I had ps2. I didn't even really know what the videogame was about, all I had seen was the intro, and I fell in love with the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I played, I fell more and more in love with the game. I waited so much for KH II, I played the DS game and when KH II came out, I went to go buy it with Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason I never got around to finishing the game... I had it for two years and I always had an excuse to not finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I started playing number 2, everyone started falling in love... all of sudden everyone in the game was in love, and I felt much like Sora, looking for that person you loved and yet never being able to find them, being under the same sky and yet being so far away. I just stoped playing because the game made me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing a month ago, I started a new game, just to get a hold of the story better but I really wasn't getting very far. One day I was playing and Erasmo dropped by, I gave him the controler and we advanced a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the story shorter, in three days we had done together what I alone couldn't do in two years. I was the brains and he was the brawn. We finally got to defeating Xemnas... I saw the ending and I started crying... I finally understand the song Sanctuary... it really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasmo was holding me as I started to cry, I just couldn't help it, I felt so happy, so complete... it was one of those "once in a lifetime" moments when everything seems to fit in it´s place and you could ask nothing more of life because you realize that what you have now is everything you need to truely live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I´ve never actually felt so complete and happy in my life... we´re a team. I´ve never really had a team before. The gods have truelly blessed me with all I need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-901987902169481975?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/901987902169481975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=901987902169481975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/901987902169481975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/901987902169481975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/03/comments-on-kingdom-hearts-i-ds-and-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6247651356699711969</id><published>2008-03-14T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:42:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`~`` Comments on Being Crazy``~`&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;and rare findings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week I decided I needed to do some cleaning of my possesions. Since I've been doing some cleaning in my life, I decided I also needed to clean myself of useless possesions and stuff that only takes up space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have SOOOOOOOOO much crap! I can't believe I keep so many things! I took out two trash bags of just papers! I'm a squirrell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went through all the papers I own... and I found a lot of stuff tht made me laugh, or smile. I found stuff that made me ache a little inside and I found a bunch of dreams I had written down on peaces of paper... What the hell do I smoke before bed? Man, some of these dreams are really wierd and scary... funny thing is that I've been recently been having similar dreams. I'm realy trying to put them out of my mind, but I need to talk to bicho first... maybe next tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since last week I've had this urge to cry, I don't know why... but I want to cry so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all the papers I found, I found a whole bunch of letters that people wrote me, but somewhere very strange I found a folded paper, with no name on it. I opend it and I recognized the writing. It was a letter from Edna, I started reding it because I had no recolection of ever seeing that letter. IT SAID THE DARNDEST THING! All I could think of was: WTF?! WTF?! She didn't even finish the letter, it's incomplete and it's not even signed by her, but she talks about Ruben and Olman, so ther's no denying that she wrote it, and at the very begining it's adressed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How the hell that letter got where it was I have no idea... how the hell is it that I never read it, I don't know! :s but man that's screwed up! I can't believe I've had this... and... and.. if it's true... then... :S I AM SO FUCKING CONFUSED! WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if that's not enugh, I find this little piece of paper that has this tiny little print with a wierd poem on it... So I decided I ws gonna look for Edna's box, the one Ruben gave to me to trhow way and I never could... and now its gone, I can't find it. I'm gonna look for it tomorrow when I'm  tad more calm. Boxes don't just dissapear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now I will just focus on cleaning my room and getting rid of all the baggage I've mnaged to colect for myself the past decade. I need a good cleansing... I wanna talk to Olman, been thinking about him a whole lot this past month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6247651356699711969?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6247651356699711969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6247651356699711969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6247651356699711969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6247651356699711969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/03/comments-on-being-crazy-and-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-43001803805639835</id><published>2008-02-29T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:18:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;`~``Comments on Being a Rock Star``~`&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and getting my butt in to shape for leather pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I've been playing a lot of guitar hero and am adicted to it. Now, when I listen to songs, I see diffrent color buttons. The other day we went to Gordo's house and he had the one that's a guitar a drumset and a mic... FUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD There where so many songs on there that I don't know, but if you just hum the song it counts too! Man I had so much fun, and even though Gordo sucks at sining, he's the better ranked singer in that videogame between us... Envy!!!! But I totally rocked Creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been "working out". I've never relly worked out, I just kinda did sports... so this is the first time I actually conciously exercise. I want to be fitter and slimer, I think I deserve to look in the mirror and be happy with what I'm looking at, I love my hair and I love my eyes and lips... but I need a bit of work from the neck down xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exercise much, but I do want to make a habit out of this and as I go, I want to prolong the time I exercise. I want to fix up my bike so I can ride it in the evenings, or mornings... I remember I used to love riding my bike, so I'm gonna take it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loosing weight on my own, but now I want to help my body out, I'm almost 25 xD I need to be healthier. So somehow I have to convince Erasmo we need to cut down on the munchies and soda... but not the beer, I like beer, beer good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night when we where coming home from the bar where he plays billiards I started telling him it would be nice if we stopped with all the junk food. He said it was a good idea and that we should also cut down on the alcohol, so it would be easier to cut down our weight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told him I´d rather eat vegetables, poor beer has no fault in me being fat. I will remain loyal to beer, specially colorinas, MAN those tast good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-43001803805639835?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/43001803805639835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=43001803805639835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/43001803805639835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/43001803805639835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments-on-being-rock-star-and-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5659410075730815888</id><published>2008-02-17T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:53:37.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;`~``Comments on Best Friends``~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(and peeing your pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was a fun evening. I helped Erasmo cook some Yakimeshi as we watched soccer and talked. I really enjoy watching him cook. I love talking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having an early dinner we went to his room to wtch some tv nd get some sleep cause we haven't been getting much sleep. We ended up watching monsters inc. and I gave him a back massage cause his back and butt hurt. (no massage on the butt though, just for those who where smirking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we where finally getting to the sleeping part when Poncho and Pedro came xD they anounced their way up yelling "Chiflando y aplaudiendo los dos" or "Vistanse que vamos a entrar" so we locked the door xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Poncho's house cuse they came to invte us over for some beers... what they didn't tell us is that they where barely gonna go buy the beers when they left Erasmo's house. So we hung out with Miryam and the baby... I love baby!!!! HE IS SOOOO CUTE! AND HE HS DIMPLES WHEN HE SMILES! AND HE HS CURLS IN  HIS HAIR!!! I am so gonna marry baby when he's 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasmo loves tht kid too... well he kinda has to, since he's the godfather(And he has the cheeks for it too! ::sorry, crappy joke::). He knows exctly how to make the kid laugh and smile, he knows how to play with him and can spend hours doing so... my masn is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Poncho and Pedro (and Pedro's feancee Karla) finlly arrived with the beers the baby demanded he have one too, but we convinced him balls where much more fun than beer. We wtched some box, played some magic and then Poncho brought UNO. OMG! I've never had so much fun in my life and I've never laughed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only couples amung us, so we sat next to our significant others, and Pedro and Carla are getting married in september and are preparing all the wedding things, so Poncho and Miryam where giving them advice on how to hndle the wedding nd make it cheeper... how we went from there to: "So Are you guys gonn get married in a church?" I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd how ever since we hooked up everyone expects us to get married... I mean, my mom even started to tell us who we had to invite to the ceremony!! Don't get me wrong, I love him, and I love the idea of living with him nd waking up to his face (or back) every day for the rest of my life... but they can atleast wait till we're past the first year aniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD We had the whole discucion about getting married in a church, and both couples kept telling us what we had to do and how it was like to prepare the chaple and Erasmo and me just kept glancing at eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if someday we get married, we're gonna do it in a church just to make our parents happy, even if we don't believe in that crap. But for now we're contempt in saying that's never gonna happen and we're just gonna end up faking a wedding in a graveyard because it's sacred ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tht very wierd conversation, we proceded to pound our significant others with take 2 and take 4 cards or just skip them to piss em off. xD Then the guys strted getting offended and Pedro started telling Karla she was walking home jajajajjajajaja!!! I strted telling Erasmo I was gonna make him pay one of these days when he was sleeping and Myriam just kept smirking at a very frightend Poncho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point between the beers and the lack of sleep and the laughing, I looked at us and realised I had couple friends. For the first time in my life I was hanging out with couples and I wasn't alone! I was having fun with my boyfriend and our friends that are couples... we where playing and talking and just having fun... like grownups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my parents when I was little, how they used to have get togethers at our old house and how they laughed untill high hours of the morning. It's just... so nice, so pleasant to have this life, to experiment all this... this is exctly what I have always wanted for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankfull for having you in my life, you are The One... you bring balance to my life. I look foward to more of these experiences. I love growing by your side. **kisses**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AremiBu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5659410075730815888?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5659410075730815888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5659410075730815888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5659410075730815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5659410075730815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments-on-best-friends-and-peeing.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-4266289520520927017</id><published>2008-02-16T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:35:05.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;``~`Comments on new Friends`~``&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;              (and shit like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday me and Erasmo where watching the starwars movies (Bicho lent them to us) and I was thnkfull that we started at episode IV, meant I would have a tad more time to prepare myself  for episode III (that movie brings conflicts to my head), but mom decided it would be better if we explained to her the complex story line of starwars (my moms kinda slow) and Erasmo decided we should watch episode III THEN explain everything to her... dread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow that movie keeps taking me back to  places I don't like to be. From the story to the fact of who I watched it with and the conversations we came to have afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funny thing is, since me and Erasmo strted dating, we've had passionate disscusions about that same movie... and his point of view is so... unconventional, but I can't help feeling he's right, and that somehow makes me sad and scared....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So back to the movie, Anakin decides to go on a power trip, kills kids and I cry. My heart warmed up when Erasmo held me tight and wiped my tears... he kept asking me why I was crying, he kept asking what I felt. I could see the concern in his eyes, he hates to see me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day before we saw the movie we had been talking with the not so giant one (NG) and we had come to the arringment that we where gonna go play pool and hve some beers the next day, but of course, when the movie was over I had no desire to go anywhere, but we also had a birthday celebration (same place where I celebrated mine) and we couldn't just not go, cause they went to my bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got ready and we left... it was raining. I remember I just took his face in my hands and kissed him thanking the gods for letting me have him by my side. When we got to K'chez we where having a very stupid conversation and he tells me: I am the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very stupidly I started giggling and said: You are the one to bring balance to the force!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HE: No, I am the one who brings blance to your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ME: ... ::He is so right... he is so sweet, I'm going to cry!::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HE: Why are you gonna cry again?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He left me thinking the rest of the night about that conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we got to the new friends (my new friends, his oldones) and everyone was so nice as always, we started joking and laughing and drinking (I have come to love beer, the taste really grows on you) and then we started singing and dancing and Erasmo always sings to me the sweet romantic songs, so he ws sining to me, and he was looking in to my eyes xD then he grabs my butt... but I know it's his way of telling me he finds me hot and that he's a tad drunk, so I just laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I tell him I love him and he just looks in to my eyes, smiles and says: I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly I'm not so afraid anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To anyone who understnds the strwars stories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ussed to feel like... I was Padme and someone else was Anakin, things where so nice in the begining, so sweet, so perfect, then you go in to real life and... you bang and bang on the door but he keeps shuting you out, and you can see he's so scared he's drowning in himself so he starts acting all stupid and just ends up breaking your hert to the point where you feel like you've died and ther's no coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why I kept on fighting with Erasmo about Padme and Anakin... I was so scared he would be Anakin all over again, because he's so like HIM sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And in that moment, when Erasmo looked in to my eyes like that, I knew he wasn't Anie... he was Hans... and I had the strength in me to make all the good in him come out, just like he brings the best of myself out. No more poor Padme that just sits nd waits for his man to come home, that just cries and begs him to let her in... no more weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I am calmer now.  I really don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, but I know I can stand by his side and both of us can build something together, something wonderfull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ended up having a great time... like everytime we go out. I ended up being able to dance with him like we'd never dnced before... we even had a little slowdance... the first.  I really like his friends... their funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In no way am I saying that my life is starwrs, I just relate in some ways to the chars, ok?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-4266289520520927017?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/4266289520520927017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=4266289520520927017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4266289520520927017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4266289520520927017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments-on-new-friends-and-shit-like.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-2752406398030365675</id><published>2008-02-03T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:11:54.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love it always makes me give a sigh&lt;br /&gt;love I know it shows me smiles and joys&lt;br /&gt;but love it sometimes makes me lose my sight&lt;br /&gt;so I said i'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to trust your words&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to take your hands&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to hold eachother show me what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lai lai lai&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why iI wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;you need not understand the reason but&lt;br /&gt;I can breath in you, you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;so I can be over yester love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to face the fear and tears&lt;br /&gt;to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;please don't make me trip away&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;in the sea of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we fall in to the sea of love&lt;br /&gt;we can keep the sounds as us before&lt;br /&gt;love will last us to all we can&lt;br /&gt;till the day we lose our faith and fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can care for us forever&lt;br /&gt;when we're meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;no one but you can save me from the dispare in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lailailai&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;no matter where we are don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;give a thousand words of love to me&lt;br /&gt;don't let me imagine where I am&lt;br /&gt;I know you've always done your best for me&lt;br /&gt;to be close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;sea of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just you and I can see&lt;br /&gt;the sea of love&lt;br /&gt;spread the end of life&lt;br /&gt;please don't leave the light and let me proove&lt;br /&gt;see come to me&lt;br /&gt;all that you have hand me&lt;br /&gt;to let me be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;the thing I need to be is your honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why iI wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;you need not understand the reason but&lt;br /&gt;I can breath in you, you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;so I can be over yester love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to face the fear and tears&lt;br /&gt;to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;please don't make me trip away&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;no matter where we are don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;give a thousand words of love to me&lt;br /&gt;don't let me imagine where I am&lt;br /&gt;I know you've always done your best for me&lt;br /&gt;to be close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;take my hand&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;in the sea of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this... I mearly wrote down what I understood. This is a song that I found on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-2752406398030365675?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/2752406398030365675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=2752406398030365675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2752406398030365675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2752406398030365675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-it-always-makes-me-give-sigh-love.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6352771804841959567</id><published>2008-01-27T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:14:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xD No habia visto la continuacion de los comentarios!!! Jajajajajajaja, enserio que me dieron mucha risa! Que genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, creo enserio que ya nos dejamos de tanto rodeadero y de tantas inditectas y decimos las cosas como son. Haber amiguito Alleine, gracias por haberme proporcionado tu correo y haberme confirmado que si eres amigo de Edna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tu no tenias vela en el entierro, no era tu lugar opinar o hacer conclusiones, estoy muy segura que Edna te conto una genial historia sobre lo malvada que soy y lo cuanto que menti para arruinar su relacion con Ruben. La unica que arruino su relacion con Ruben fue ella... la segunda vez ya no hubo relacion y yo se lo dije, que no haya querido escuchar fue SU problema, no mio. Lo que le sucedio ella lo permitio. Si tu te quieres cegar de como es ella en realidad ese es TU problema, no mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En realidad no se exactamente que fue lo que te conmovio para comenzar a leer mi blog, en especial por que no menciono a Edna mas que en maneras positivas, una vez que las cosas se hicieron negativas, deje de hablar de ella, de hecho... la borre por completo de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, voy a expresar todo lo que senti y me calle, esto es para EDNA, no se ofendan sus amigos que me leen... y pues si se ofenden, la verdad, tienen 2 trabajo, ofenderse y superarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quise mucho e incluso te admire. Cree una conexion muy especial contigo, tu lo sabes, yo te sentia, sabia cuando estabas triste o preocupada... la mayor parte de las veces ignore el hecho de que me ocultabas las cosas y me decias que todo hiba bien cuando yo sabia que estabas mal, lo ignore por que yo sentia que tu sentias que no me podias decir ciertas cosas. Lo respete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que quieras hecharle la culpa a Karime de que yo te haya borrado de mi vida, solo demuestra una vez mas que todo lo que he dicho es cierto. No culpes a los demas por cosas que tu misma hiciste, ya deja de estarte haciendo la victima, deja de estar causando lastimas y toma responsabilidad de tu vida y de tus actos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enserio crees que no senti ese vacio y las inmensas ganas de vomitar en las primeras semanas en que regresaste con Ruben? Esa ansiedad que tanto te acosaba, yo la senti Edna, asi que a mi no me vengas a decir que Ruben fue muy malo contigo y te deshizo por que yo se perfectamente que tu ya sabias que estaba sucediendo, muy en el fondo, por mas que lo quisieras ignorar, sabias que el no te amaba en realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crees que nadie vio los coments? Crees que nadie vio los videos? Crees que los que realmente te conocemos no nos dimos cuenta de lo que estabas haciendo cuando Ruben y Karime aun estaban juntos? Porfavor! Esta bien que uno pueda ser medio lefio pero ya completamente estupido no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es cierto todo lo que Karime dijo en su post... es realmente cierto. Me dolio mucho, mucho me dolio el tener que aceptar la persona que realmente eres. Me enojo mucho lo que le hiciste a Karime y por ello te saque completamente de mi vida, pero tu no hiciste ningun esfuerzo por remediarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ultima vez que hablamos como "amigas" fue cuando tu y Ruben me hicieron saber que aun se "amaban". Despues de ahi jamas hiciste el intento de hablar conmigo para ver si se podia resolver algo. Veniste a ciudad juarez (justo como habia predicho) y utilizaste la excusa de que no querias causar mas problemas y por eso no le avisaste a nadie... tu sabes perfectamente que eso no es cierto. Al igual que sabes que no perdiste mi amistad por que Karime me dijo cosas feas de ti, no, no... perdiste mi amistad por cobarde, por no quererte enfrentar a la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdiste mi amistad por que preferiste taparte los ojos y los oidos, encerrarte en tu mundo de fantasia. Sabias que yo no te hiba a mentir, sabias que yo siempre te hiba a decir la verdad, asi que preferiste no volver a contactarme para asi no escuchar las verdades que yo tenia que decir. En realidad yo jamas te importe, jamas fui tu amiga... solo era una persona que te hacia sentir bien sobre ti misma, mientras cumpli mi funcion no hubo problema, pero una vez que deje hacerlo, ya no te fui necesaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aun asi, despues de todo, te segui ayudando. Fui yo la que paso mas de una hora por telefono, y despues varios dias por el messenger, tratando de convencer a Ruben de que no subiera en internet los videos intimos que tu le mandabas... y luego llega un amigo tuyo muy enojado diciendo que el Karma va a venir a pegarme por que soy una muy mala persona, que ironia, no? Como es que esta persona llego a tener una imagen tan mala mia cuando no me conoce? Alguna idea?... and to think that I felt sorry for you when Ruben told me you where a lousy fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pues, todo eso ya paso, todo eso ya lo saque de mi vida y la verdad, no tengo necesidad de estar estancada en ese mismo lugar. Jamas volvere a hablar sobre esto, jamas volvere a hablar sobre ti. I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6352771804841959567?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6352771804841959567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6352771804841959567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6352771804841959567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6352771804841959567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2008/01/xd-no-habia-visto-la-continuacion-de.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6205751249040987771</id><published>2007-10-31T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:04:00.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¡Wow! ¿Es mi imaginación o como que este año de fue super rápido? En un abrir y cerrar de ojos ya terminamos uno y comenzamos otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me pongo a recordar todas la cosas que hemos vivido y experimentado en este año que se fue, yo diría que no fue un año xD sino como 3 jajajaja. Pero aun así, creo que es gracias a todo el apoyo, amor y hermandad que he recibido de ustedes lo que me ha ayudado a mantenerme en pie y a disfrutar todas mis bendiciones al máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El colectivo de este año no me tomo mucho tiempo, pero si bastante planeacion, no deseo olvidar a nadie. No los puse en un orden especifico, todos están en orden aleatorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es tu primera vez del colectivo funciona de la siguiente manera: Busca tu nombre y lee el mensaje que he escrito para ti con amor. Si no tienes nada mas que hacer busca los nombres de la gente que conoces y lee lo que escribí para ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudo: Elizabeth, Kuenshin, Monstruo, Topito, Duo… o_o algo me dice que tus hijos no sabrán tu verdadero nombre hasta que tengan como 10 años xD. Hemos pasado muchas cosas juntas, vivimos partes muy importantes de nuestras vidas juntas, te agradezco que aun estés aquí a mi lado dispuesta a apoyarme y escucharme. Eres una bendición muy linda y querida en mi vida, tu y tu familia. Gracias por ser mi amiga y permitirme confiar tanto en ti. Muchos besos y abrazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong: Oto-san, te quiero mucho. Siempre hemos tenido una conexión especial y rara, te estoy muy agradecida por todo lo que has vivido conmigo y todo lo que me has permitido vivir contigo y con Elizabeth. Gracias por ser mi amigo/abuelo/padre/cuñado y no se que tantas cosas. Sabes que tu y  Elizabeth cuentan conmigo para todo lo que necesiten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Hermana… no se si tenga derecho a llamarte esto, pero así lo siento en mi corazón… hemos pasado muchas cosas juntas, vivido momentos muy duros y momentos llenos de gozo y alegría. Estos últimos años hemos crecido y madurado, hemos superado pruebas muy difíciles y aun seguimos unidas, avanzando juntas agarradas de la mano. Gracias por ser quien eres, gracias por quererme tanto y permitir que yo te quiera como te quiero. Gracias por todas las bendiciones que has traído a mi vida, gracias por… por todo, no encuentro como expresarte todo lo que hay dentro de mi, el amor y el agradecimiento que siento por toda tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: Ese compadre! Muchas gracias por todo tu amor y tu protección. Todo lo que hemos vivido juntos significa mucho para mi. Como me has apoyado y como me has hablado con sinceridad cuando mas lo he necesitado lo agradezco muchísimo. Eres una gran bendición en mi vida, eres un muy buen protector, gracias por ser mi hermano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan y Nancy: Aquella noche en el auto es una noche que atesoro dentro de mi corazón. Como hablaron conmigo y las cosas que dijeron estarán conmigo siempre, dándome fuerzas y animándome cada día de mi vida. Hemos perdurado tanto por que estamos unidos, por que nos apoyamos los unos en los otros, por que nos hemos aferrado de las manos el uno del otro. Gracias por todo su amor y su apoyo, gracias por siempre ayudarme a salir adelante y por siempre caminar a mi lado para encontrar el camino correcto. Ambos son mi ejemplo a seguir, son mi orgullo y son parte de mi. Gracias por ser una bendición tan grande y tan hermosa en mi vida, gracias por todo el amor incondicional que compartimos, gracias por su amistad tan sincera. Los quiero con todo mi corazón a los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karime: Another rollercoaster year, but this one was way better than last! Muchas cosas sucedieron este año que se fue, muchas cosas hermosas y tristes, pero aun estamos en pie y aun nos queremos y nos apoyamos como siempre. Cada día que pasa, cada año que termina te veo mas grande, mas fuerte, mas hermosa. Tu talento se desborda por cada poro de tu piel, siéntete orgullosa de ello, de todo lo que eres, de todo lo que representas y de tu belleza natural. Te quiero mucho, gracias por siempre estar a mi lado y por siempre ser tan sincera conmigo. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Gracias por ser tan paciente conmigo, por siempre escucharme y ser tan comprensiva. Gracias por todo tu amor y tu ternura. Tu amistad y tu amor son un gran incentivo para cada dia hacerme mas fuerte y continuar avanzando, eres increíblemente hermosa y fuerte… pero apoyarte en tus amigos cuando lo necesitas no seria una costumbre tan mala de adquirir. Te quiero mucho hermosa, eres muy importante para mi, gracias por toda tu en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Jajaja huy! Que año hemos tenido! La verdad estoy muy agradecida por tu amistad. Hemos tenido nuestras diferencias, pero hemos logrado superarlas y me siento muy feliz por ello. Hemos crecido mucho este ultimo año, en especial tu, me siento muy orgullosa de todo lo que has logrado y por lo que lograras en este año que viene. Gracias por ser mi amiga, gracias por enseñarme todo lo que me has enseñado y gracias por todo tu amor y tu cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicho: Estuviste en el del año pasado… pero igual y ni te diste cuenta como de costumbre. Me alegra que hayamos arreglado ese malentendido, aun nos faltan muchas cosas por discutir y superar, pero definitivamente vamos para allá. Eres mi amigo mas viejo y mas querido, te quiero mucho y te deseo lo mejor para este año que viene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz: Preciosa! Sabias que con cada año que pasa te pones mas hermosa? Me siento muy bendecida en mi vida al poder llamarte mi amiga. Gracias por todos estos años de amistad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana: No tenemos mucho de hablarnos, pero te he agarrado mucho cariño. Eres una preciosidad de persona! Soy muy afortunada de conocerte y llamarte mi amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciro: Waaaaaahhhhhhh Reaparición!!! XD jajajaja Me encanta como de repente apareces y te desapareces! Te quiero mucho niño!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Te quiero muchísimo! Gracias por ser mi amiga y por la manera en que nos llevamos. Me hace muy feliz ser tu amiga y la verdad conocerte ha sido una bendición muy hermosa. Cuando me pongo a pensar en que perdí dos años de la carrera de grafico por estar estudiando otra cosa, veo que gracias a eso, pude conocerte y convivir todo lo que he convivido contigo, El universo se mueve en maneras misteriosas y ese fue uno de los mejores regalos que se me han dado. Gracias por tu amistad, por todo tu amor y por todo lo que hemos crecido juntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo: Así como tu hermana es especial para mi también lo eres tu. Te quiero mucho Pablo y estoy infinitamente agradecida de que tu y tu hermana estén en mi vida. Eres un hombre muy bueno, cada año veo como creces y te conviertes en un ejemplo de persona. Continua así, lucha por tus sueños, sabes que te apoyo en todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: Wah! Extraño poder pasar tiempo contigo! Pero aun te sigo queriendo mucho, gracias por siempre estar ahí para mi cuando te he necesitado, eres una mujer muy hermosa, una mujer que merece lo mas bello del mundo. Tienes mucho talento, eres muy inteligente y se que no lo crees pero eres muy bonita. Cree en ti y en todo lo que puedes lograr. Te deseo lo mejor para este año que viene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inti: Pues no tenemos mucho de conocernos pero nos llevamos bien padre! Te he tomado mucho cariño y pues me alegra que podamos convivir todos los días. Eres un gran chavo, vas a llegar lejos ;) ya veras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel: Oh My Gatos! You so cute! I love you so, so, so much! Thank you for your awsomeness in my life. You are a Blessing and I hope we can be even better friends this year that starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos (niño bonito): Waaah!!! Te extrañó! No te he visto! En donde estas?? Por que ya no te veo?! T – T te quiero mucho hermoso y espero y pronto te pueda ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: ^ ^ Eres una gran persona y me sento muy afortunada de poder conocerte. Eres un bien amigo y espero que todos los proyetos de tu vida se cumplan. Síguete rodeando de esa gente tan leal y trabajadora. Sabes que cuentas conmigo para todo. Besitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Hijito, espero y ya estés mejor. Esa atropellada que te dieron estuvo fea! Te quiero mucho mi bebe, quiero que seas muy feliz. Continua convirtiéndote en ese guapo y apuesto hombre ^ ^ estoy orgullosa de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben: I know I haven’t paid much attention in these past months, I’m sorry, I hope I can explain why. I love you very much, you are my brother and always will be. Be Happy, fulfill yourself. Thank you for always being there for me and for being my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isra-kun: Hace un año que regresaste y me alegra aun tenerte en mi vida. Te quiero mucho y eres un amigo muy importante, crecimos mucho juntos y aun seguimos creciendo. Sabes que siempre estaré ahí para ti y te apoyare en todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla: WAAAAAHHHH! Lo siento! No te puse atención ahora que viniste, pero pensé que estarías aquí mas tiempo! Te quiero mucho Karla, eres una gran mujer. Gracias por tu amistad y tu carinio, eres una gran amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco: Waaaaahhh!!!!!! Precioso!!! Te adoro!!! ^ ^ hora de renovarse! Pide! Pide todo lo que deseas, todo lo que anhelas! Lo mereces hermoso. Gracias por quererme tanto, por apoyarme, por siempre aconsejarme y consolarme cuando me siento mal. Eres de los mejores amigos que alguien pudiese tener, gracias por la bendición de tu vida en la mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo (mini): Ejele! Se que no tenemos mucho de conocernos pero enserio que eres bien buena onda y pues me agradaría continuar forjando una amistad contigo ^ ^. Eres chido! Cuídate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poncho: Waaaaaaaahhhh!!! Quiero conocer a tu bebe!!! &gt;o&lt; Quiero abrazarlo! Mi teoría es que es igual de tierno que tu! En estos pocos meses que hemos estado jugando juntos me he encariñado mucho contigo, eres muy buena onda y me agrada pasar tiempo con los tres de ustedes. ^ ^ Gracias por siempre ser tan amable y dulce… y por ser el viejo de Danielle xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasmo:^ ^ pues, lo mismo va por ti, me siento muy a gusto a tu lado y te tengo mucha confianza… he compartido contigo cosas que aun no comparto con muchos de mis amigos. En realidad me siento muy afortunada de tener tu amistad, gracias por ser tan paciente conmigo y por siempre animarme y darme tus puntos de vista… me ha servido muchísimo. Te quiero, besos! Feliz anio nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demos paso a este nuevo año! Festejemos y regocijémosnos por las cosas hermosas que vienen en camino. Gracias por todo su amor y su apoyo en mi vida. Gracias por el amor que me permiten compartir con ustedes. Los quiero a todos, que este año que comienza este lleno de amor, salud, felicidad… y dinero para la Anime Expo!...y todos los demás placeres de la vida xD jajajajajajajajaja. Que haya trabajo agradable y bien pagado! Que el amor este cada día presente y podamos disfrutarlo y apreciarlo con todo nuestro ser. Que la esencia creadora nos guié y nos proteja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be.&lt;br /&gt;Areida Bueno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6205751249040987771?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6205751249040987771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6205751249040987771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6205751249040987771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6205751249040987771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-es-mi-imaginacin-o-como-que-este-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-8655279480382364052</id><published>2007-10-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:25:03.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay hay hay. Jajaja xD que desmadre se ha armado aqui! Este post va en espaniol por que no quiero que Alleine responda en ingles por que la verdad no le entiendo :s. Como que derrepente me da la impresion de que estoy captando lo que nos quiere comunicar pero luego me pierdo denuevo, asi que mejor ahi va en espaniol para que conteste igual y haber si a asi le entiendo xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien por cuestiones de no complicarmela decidi referirme a Alleine como algo femenino, no es por que piense que es mujer, sino por que el definir su sexo me hace mas facil y corto el escribir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero uno: &lt;em&gt;I wonder why she doesn't say a thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues fijate que no le tome importancia, digo, si no tienes las agallas de poner tu nombre verdadero, (que si en realidad no me conoces ni mis amigos te conocen da lo mismo) en realidad no mereces que piense dos veces en ti y en tus "opiniones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero dos: &lt;em&gt;She is the only one who knows what i'm talking about here but she is just coward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues la verdad no tengo idea de que hablas. Y yo no soy la que abrio una cuenta y se puso un nombre falso para insultar a alguien que "no conoce" xD Asi que creo que necesitas buscar la definicion de cobarde en el diccionario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero tres: &lt;em&gt;I won´t give anymore explanations to this fucks, because smart people doesn't need them, and stupid people doesn't get them, and by the way, i think you are both stupid.It is pretty funny to see how rats are coming out of their sewers when i don´t even knocked their doors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al primer enunciado no le entendi, alomejor si lo escibes en espaniol lograras transmitir tu idea mejor. Ahora, te parece gracioso como las "ratas"salen de las cloacas cuando no les tocas a la puerta (las cloacas no tienen puertas, pero bueno), mas sinembargo, tu vienes y tocas a mi puerta, sin ser llamada o invitada o "conocida", me insultas y luego xD ni tansiquiera das la cara... pero las ratas son los otros... aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es que tengo muy buenos amigos, lo mejores en mi opinion y cuando alguien toca a mi puerta, todos acuden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero cuatro: &lt;em&gt;She called me when she started complaining about karma and shit, then the meddler came out mumbling non sence crap, followed by his stupid ass kisser.I think there is something you just can't let go right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nomas empezemos por el hecho de que Karime no es un HE, es una SHE. Luego le seguimos con que no me queje del Karma, de hecho, estaba muy sorprendida por las cosas que sucedieron, jamas pense que fuera tan obvio y rapido. Y disculpa, no sabia que eras la defensora del Karma y que por hablar de esto tenias que llegar anonimamente a insultar... oh! Por cierto, creo que la que no ha dejado ir algo aqui, eres tu ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero cinco: &lt;em&gt;You need therapy because it isn't normal. All by yourselves you just started imagining attacks.You're making this something about your issues and vices aren't you?But I´m sorry, sadly the only hope for your troubles were birth control so, I´m afraid that it is a little bit too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos imaginando ataques, disculpa, pero la que llego a insultarme aqui fuiste tu. Yo llamo eso un ataque, tu como lo llamas? ^ ^ y pues, como me dijo alguna vez un amigo muy querido y hoy lo aplico a ti, aqui nadie mas que tus papas tienen la culpa por no abortarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero seis: &lt;em&gt;Hey Gaylial!Why don't you just tell her something nice?Or even better, just get her drunk and tell her that you want to fuck her.You´re so clear son. "Karime is right! bla bla bla..and nobody asked my opinion but... bla bla bla". You're just licking the soles of her shoes, you are here just trying to look good in her eyes aren't you?.You just want to get into her pants(Geeeek). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... mira *-* llegamos al problema de todo esto!!! Estas enojadita por que a ti si te hizo eso y si logro meterse en tus pantalones? Oh espera! Esto podria ser un acto desesperado por que estas ardida y no sabes que hacer? Oooohhh, que interesante! Veras, es aqui en donde comienzas a perder los estribos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero siete: &lt;em&gt;But you're a pussy, and as a pussy, excuse me if I laught but, nine chicks? Who you think you're going to fool with that bullshit? You're gay, you're just a pussy longing for a hairy meddler whore.And as you think bitch could be used to call both, girls and guys, I´m kind of guessing that you also think that "chicks" could be used to call both, girls and dudes don't you homo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, alomejor exagero un poco por que yo nomas conte 8, pero pues, una mas, una menos xD. Oh siiii... Aqui pierdes la cabeza un poco y como que ya no eres tan anonima.  A lo ultimo no le entendi :s, como que no entiendo muy bien que mensaje querias transmitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero ocho: &lt;em&gt;Just tell her, she can't refuse, she´s just easy, that is her nature, She is going to tell you: " Even thought you are a promiscuous homosexual lier, even thougth that you have sifilis,even thought you attend to community college (Hahahahahahahaha), even thought you are not reliable, and that you don't have good antecedents, even thought you have a girly and stupid name, and most important of all, even thought that i´m doing it with someone else (let's face it, when did that stoped me?), I´m going to do it with you, because i´m a horny whore who loves to rest on her back looking at unknowed ceilings while someone is over her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui creo que te explayaste y te inspiraste tanto que te describiste a ti misma y a las cosas que tu acostumbras hacer... y la verdad, creo que estas algo celosa de que Gelial la prefiera a ella ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero nueve: &lt;em&gt;PD Hahahaha you really made me laught, I really can't think in someone that could believe that God would attend to El Paso Community College (contained laught).There you have it, the all american mexican!, who is so proud. That really believes that just because he lives in the landfill of Texas can call himself god.PD2 Go teach your mother´s ass, because she doesn't even know how to raise a retarded child like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajajaja xD No pues yo tampoco puedo pensar adentro de alguien! Ooooh! Mira Gelis! O te conoce por que sabe que vas a EL PASO Community College o se ha tomado la molestia de ir hasta TU blog y leerte!! Que hueva, no? Digo, para alguien que no nos conoce, como que sabe mucho sobre nosotros... Alomejor es psiquica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pues... solo para agregar, P.D en ingles se abrevia P.S y si tan en libertad te sientes para criticar a la madre de Ruben, sera por que tu no tienes mama... y si la tienes, realmente siento lastima por ella, que desmadre crio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero diez: &lt;em&gt;If Karma does exist, you must be worried you know?It's gonna get you.'Cause you deserve it. You know you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto... la verdad, todos hacemos cosas malas, conciente o inconcientemente. Es un balance, nadie es 100% bueno o 100% malo. No le temo al Karma, y no he dicho nada de que el Karma te va a pegar a ti, ni te lo he deseado, eso a mi no me ayuda como persona y no  me permite crecer. De hecho :s si no te conozco, ni hablo de ti, asi que tu de que te apuras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero once: &lt;em&gt;Haha... I really don't know her, or you.And as a matter of fact I'm not really interesed.She's pityfull.. And you're making stupid assumptions on your own.Belive me if you want ,that's something I truly don't care about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tanto NO te interesa xD que regresaste a comentar sobre lo que te escribieron, y aun asi en el ultimo coment aun sigues insistiendo en que NO te conocemos jajajaja... xD neta que si lo que querias era que me sintiera mal, el efecto fue el contrario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues creo que ya aqui la dejo por que tengo cosas que hacer y ya perdi mucho de mi tiempo. No me queda mas que agradecerte por que la verdad xD me hiciste reir mucho y lo unico que hiciste fue comprobarme que soy muy importante para Muchas personas. Muchas me quieren y muchas no, pero de que soy tema de hablar, lo soy. De que se hechan sus vueltas por aqui y se toman su tiempo pensando en lo que escribo y en lo que me van a contestar, han demostrado en numerosas ocaciones, que lo hacen. Y pues como dijo una de las iguras mas celebres del mundo: Dejalos que hablen, es por mi que ellos estan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches senioras y seniores! Que descansesn y tengan dulces suenios.&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;`~``Lilith Moon Stone``~`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-8655279480382364052?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/8655279480382364052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=8655279480382364052' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/8655279480382364052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/8655279480382364052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/10/hay-hay-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043085.post-1234234779768816366</id><published>2007-09-30T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:33:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe the year is almost over?? Such a year it has been. So many things have happend and I have grown in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in other posts, I grew and the Giant isn;t all that tall, and I don't need him as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday I had a pretty hard blow come at me. Yesterday someone just decided it would be nice to twist the dagger in my heart. I did what I had to do, I cried, I thought, I blasfemed and I got to making some kind of plan. I slept, I woke, I cried again and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened. I Dreamed, and in this dream I was with the Giant, and I felt I needed him just a much as he needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8... it's the freekin' weekend and I wake up at 8!!! I decided I needed some helo from old friends, so I took my bsb songs out of their folder, and thought while I listened to them. Yes! I'm going to hell for that but I don't care, I love them! It's just really wierd how they seem to have a song that explains exactly how I feel every time I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, thanks to them and a friend of mine... someone who I am becoming very attched to, helped me decide I would go talk to the giant, I would cofront him and tell him how stupid he was for not talking to me and leaving me and having me do all this stuff without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I called his cel all morning, he answered at around 4. We made an apointent, and we talked... :s I felt sooooooooooooooooooooooo stpid cause it was all a missunderstanding! "s we stoped talking fo a year! Cause of some stupid missunderstanding and because someone put words in our mouths that we didn't say. We need to comunicate better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is in 15 minutes we where telling eachother how sorry we where, how much we missed eachother, how much it had hurt and how since we had been apart our worlds had been crumbling in! xD we both have love, job and money problems! Jajajaja... and yes, he admitted KARMA hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so full of energy, I haven't felt like this in a year. I forgot he was my energizer and I'm the bunny, without him I can't keep going and going and going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we just took off from where we where last standing, but I'm so happy that he's back now... we;re so diffrent in many ways, yet... we're stil the same. We grew up so much while we wheren't together, but we're still the same family... oh well... can't wait to tell the others and see their faces xDD jajajajajaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your probably gonna read this first K before I tell you. So good night and good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~``Lilith Moon Stone``~`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-1234234779768816366?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/1234234779768816366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=1234234779768816366' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1234234779768816366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1234234779768816366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-believe-year-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043085.post-6278762465481227097</id><published>2007-08-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:19:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And Karma does exist!&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;You know, when my sister told me how she left you I felt sad for you. I really did feel sad for you, because she treated you the same way you treated me, and I realize now, that your no giant… your just a little human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your best friend, I was always there for you, even when everyone else left, even when they traded you for a girl. I gave you everything… and look, every scream, every humiliation, every tear you caused… your now paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would feel satisfied, but no… I feel sad for you… because you’re so stupid and thick headed that you don’t even know why this happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I had a dream with Karime, she asked me if I was really going to keep my word. I asked her what she was talking about and she said: Are you really not going to let him in to your life again when he comes back asking forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I couldn’t be sure, but that what I felt right now, in my heart was that I never wanted contact with you again. I didn’t want you in my life. It’s so much better without you, I have less problems now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad, how much I loved and cared for you… I stood by you always. And now when you need me most, when she has hurt you in the exact same ways as you hurt me… I’m not there, to hold your hand. Fact is, you brought this upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my doubts about karma, but now I know it does exist. She treated you exactly like you treated me. And I’m sure, your heart aches just as mine did. And I’m sorry for that, because… I wish that pain on no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell. I hope you come to understand why it is that she treated you that way… because if you don’t, you are bound to repeat the circle again and again. Good bye old Giant… you don’t seem like much of a giant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6278762465481227097?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6278762465481227097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6278762465481227097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6278762465481227097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6278762465481227097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-karma-does-exist-wow-you-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5895724020697818474</id><published>2007-07-19T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:09:53.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porfin he regresado. No prometo que sea un regreso permanente, pero me esforzare por que sea un poco mas constante. Apesar de estar de vacaciones no he tenido mucho tiempo, entre anime expo y el festival japones de Yuusakura he andado bien apurada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estube algo triste el ultimo mes antes de irme a la anime expo debido a que dos personas a quien queria mucho me dieron un golpe algo bajo, senti mucho dolor, mas no sorpresa... y curiosamente hasta la fecha, no he podido lloralres, alomejor ya les habia llorado con anterioridad todo lo que les tenia que llorar, pero pues, quiensabe. Como dice el sabio Papa Elfo, alomejor en un futuro las lagrimas regresan a mi y podre llorarles con amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de ese golpe algo fuerte, me dedique a la AX, la preparacion del viaje fue genial! Dejenme les platico que Nancy tiene una maquila en su casa xDDD y nomas tiene una trabajadora! Y me paga con pasteles!!! *p* deliciosos pasteles de Nancyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esa epoca la pobre de Nancy tenia mchisimo trabajo y pues llegaba a las 10 a su casa y para colmo, mi carro se descompuso, asi que no fue hasta que faltaba una semana para la AX que compramos las telas para los cosplays y ahi fue donde nacio la maquila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiba todos los dias a coser a casa de Nancy y ahi me estaba hasta tarde, a cose y cose xDD al ultimo ya andaba tan cansada que ya le andaba cosiendo donde no a los trajes y todos los deje a 80% de terminar con excepcion del de Guu, que fue el unico que termine... todo mal, pero lo termine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y fue asi como partimos a la AX. A las 5 am ya estabamos en el primer semaforo rumbo al puente libre. La emocion nos embargaba a todos!... pero la verdad es que el sueno era mas canijo xD asi que todos nos dormimos, menos el pobre de Ivan que hiba conduciendo, hasta que llegamos con el de migracion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Los de migracion son una especie curiosa, a los Mexicanos los tratan como basura, pero nomas das cualquier indicio de ser un Geek y te dan lo que les pidas xD! La ocacion cuando fuimos a sacar los permisos, en cuanto Nancy les dijo que hibamos a una convencion de "comics" (por que si dices Anime o Manga piensan que les estas hablando en otro idioma y se ofenden) se rieron y les dieron a todos el permiso. Luego, ya en el puente, el de migracion me pregunto por que hiba con puros mexicanos, y yo bien fea le conteste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que es ilegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El de migracion me dijo que no y le parecio graciosa mi respuesta, luego me pregunto a donde hibamos y le dij que a California a una cnvencion de Comics, se carcajeo un rato y nos dijo: Pasenle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nos revisaron ni nada! Osea bien pudimos haber traido droga o un cuerpo en la cajuela o algo asi! Pero bueno... emprendimos el viaje... a Walmart! A comprar lo ultimo xDD jajajajajaja. Pues fuimos, nos estuvimos un rato y luego fuimos a almorzar al IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy y yo siempre habiamos tenido mucha curiosidad por comer ahi asi que fuimos. Esta muy rico, se los recomiendo. Saliendo, Ivan se sentia cansado y yo tenia fuerzas renovadas asi que conduje yo... y pues, aparte yo era la que ya habia conducido ese trayecto antes, asi que ya, sin mas demoras salimos hacia California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue tan divertido, adoro conducir en carretera, solo le subo al radio y me relajo. Nancy e Ivan durmieron mucho en el camino... estaban  muy cansados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a Tucson y necesitabamos poner gasolina, pero resulta que estaban componiendo el freeway de Tucson y NO HABIA SALIDAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Te podias subir, pero no bajar!!!!! Pues ahi si me entro una ligera crisis, pero  ya a la salida de Tucson encontre un offramp, tome un retorno, me regrese, puse gasolina y me subi de nuevo al freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para no hacer la historia tan larga llegamos a nuestro destino, Chino, California, a las 11 de la noche y de ahi, nos perdimos tratando de encontrar la casa de la tia de Nancy. Llegamos, nos bajamos y nos tiramos en la sala de la tia de Nancy. Despues de platicar un poco, todos nos fuimos a dormir por que al dia siguiente teniamos que recoger las badges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la neta ya me da hueva platicarles el resto, creo que los videos y las fotos del viaje lo dicen casi todom con excepcion de todas las veces que nos perdimos tratando de encontrar cosas como un Walmart inaccesibale. Esta muy suave la Anime Expo, muchos cosplayers y mucha gente con quien platicar y convivir... muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuchas cosas que comprar! Pero si vas con tus amigos, te la pasas de poca! Nosotros nos divertimos un chorro, e hicimos varios amigos alla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien nos encontramos muchas cosas! Todas las devolvimos, incluso una camara digital de 7.0 pixeles para abajo del agua, y me alegra haber devuelto esa camara, por que la chava es bien buena onda y su camara significaba mucho para ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de la AX, el ultimo dia, nos fuimos a comer ramen a little Tokyo, y no se por que a Ivan se le ocurrio aceptar el reto del pequenio local. El reto conciste en terminarte un plato gigante de ramen picoso en 30 minutos o menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan lo logro! xDD jajajajaja fue tan divertido verlo sudando mientras se comia el ramen. Pobre, al ultimo hast ala frente traia enchilada, y es que aparentemente ese ramen es mas bien caldo de chile, tenia un chorro de chiles jalapenios y estaba hirviendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pues, se la termino y ahora ahi esta la foto de Ivan, Nancy Ale y yo en la pared del local, Decorada con una linda bandera Mexicana y el logo del Kame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ahi nos fuimos a Las Vegas, llegamos a la casa de mis abuelos. Comimos, nos baniamos y nos fuimos a recorrer la ciudad... enserio si la recorrimos eh! Andabamos buscando una tienda que vi la ultima vez que habia estado ahi, pero como fui solo de entrada por salida no pude visitarla y no recordaba bien en donde estaba. Cuando nos cansamos de buscarla, fuimos al centro, vimos el espectaculo de luces, compramos cosas y tommos fotos, de ahi al strip, pero estabamos tan cansados que ni nos bajamos del auto, nomas pasamos conduciendo. Ya quedamos que el anio que entra, que tienen mas vacaciones nos quedaremos un poco mas para que ahora si puedan bajarse a ver los casinos por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tarde siguiente, mi abuela nos invito a almorzar al Arizona Charlie. De ahi, emprendimos el camino de regreso, de nuevo, yo hiba conduciendo. De regreso pasamos por Hoover Dam, es tan bonito ahi... pero es mas hermoso de noche. Alomejor algun dia los llevare ahi para que vean la presa de noche, en serio que es muy hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pues, ahi termina nuestro viaje, el viaje legendario en donde nos perdimos tanto como nos divertimos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto escribire mas, por que aun falta el resumen del festival de los Yusakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The BlueButterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5895724020697818474?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5895724020697818474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5895724020697818474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5895724020697818474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5895724020697818474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/07/porfin-he-regresado.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-2441966648166329024</id><published>2007-05-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:32:35.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jejeje, after a long absence I'm back again. I left this place a bit because to much homework and to much problems that I had to deal with and I was left with no time for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther's so much I want to put in here and I know I will find time to do so. But for now I just want to coment on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SPIDERMAN 3 MOVIE IS HORRID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ ^ I thank you for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though my good judgment tells me I should end it here I shall prolong the suffering a little more... because I tend to ignore my good judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I just want to state that I did not watch spiderman 2, because the first one was so disapointing (I hate toby's preformance as Peter). I almost didn't go see X-Men because of the first spiderman movie, but thank the gods that a friend draged me to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know what many of you might think: but they also changed a lot of the X-Men story line. ^ ^ I am aware of that, but you see, THEY had good actors, actors that actually fit the profile of the char they had to portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And don't get me wrong, toby might be a great actor (even though I hate his guts) but he didn't get peter parker (and that's why I hate him). Peter is a Geek, yes he is... but Toby over did the geek thing and made peter a loser, the bad kind of loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after skiping the second one (which everyone has told me is the best of the three) I decided to go see the third one, just because of venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I love venom. Venom IS the best in my point of view, and as soon as I saw the black suit on spiderman I knew! I knew they where talking about venom! So I decided to go see the 3rd movie.... man... was I disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part in the movie, where everyone in the theater started looking around them, you see, we wheren't sure we where still watching a spiderman movie... it looked more like a musical, I really was half expecting them to break out in song... Spiderman, The Musical! Imagine that!.... jajaja maybe someone will write it and poduce it for brodway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've rambled on for so long, I have to go do my homework now. See ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-2441966648166329024?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/2441966648166329024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=2441966648166329024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2441966648166329024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2441966648166329024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/05/jejeje-after-long-absence-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-2015010634003143383</id><published>2007-04-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:39:13.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alguien ha notado que he estado posteando como loca?? xD jajajaja... creo que porfin me tomo esto del Blog enserio... o por lo menos eso espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun tengo muchos suenios... tantos reflejos. Es curioso. En la tarde llame a Nancy y platicamos un rato, le comente sobre un suenio que tube en donde no se por que mi madre me mandaba a Istambul y despues debia ir a N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre, desde ninia he odiado volar en avion, le tengo un horrible miedo al despegue y a el aterrizaje. La verdad no se que seria de mi en un viaje tan largo como volar hasta Istambul, pero bueno... la verdad no tengo ni idea por que Istambul, no hasta que continue mi lectura de la bruja de portobello... pero ese no es el objetivo del parrafo. el objetivo es comunicar que siempre que suenio que debo volar en avion, suenio que voy con el gigante, el ama tanto volar y se relaja tanto con ello que me transmite un poco su calma... y claro que siempre voy aferrada hasta con las unias de su brazo por el terror del despegue, por que siempre me hizo sentirme protegida y ferrarme a el era proteccion y seguridad hasta cierto punto. Fin del parrafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el suenio me topaba con Nancy y le comentaba que este seria mi primer vuelo sin el gigante, pero que no me sentia triste o asustada. Y realmente me sorprendio el hecho de que no tenia miedo, ni angustia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al despertar, me embargo un profundo sentimiento de nostalgia... me dolio un poco, creci y ya no lo necesito, no como antes. Poco a poco me supero a mi misma... y lo supero a el... creo que lo sabe y creo que tmb le duele... alomejor es por eso su distanciamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otras notas curiosas de mi suenio son&lt;br /&gt;~No se por que Eliza tambien se hiba de viaje, con Wong.&lt;br /&gt;~Vi a una amiga de la prepa a lo lejos, vestida de sirvienta, muy elegante, el color del vestido era un rojo vino. coria desesperada por entregar un cafe, su mandil estaba chueco.&lt;br /&gt;~En ese instante que vi a Maricela, hiba platicando con alguien con quien jamas pense cruzar palabras de nuevo, un chico que en una ocacion fue pateado por su novia por saludar a Karen y a mi en la cafeteria. Parecia llevarme bien con el y me dio la impresion de que el trataba de establecer una conexion conmigo, pero hablo despectivamente de mi amiga y rompio todo.&lt;br /&gt;~Hiban a operar a una de mis hermanas y a Eliza... parecia que era de lo mismo... pero nunca supe de que.&lt;br /&gt;~Ivan hiba detras de mi cuidando muy de cerca mis pasos al platicar con este chico. Temia que fuese a herirme de alguna manera.&lt;br /&gt;~Habia un edificio en ruinas y entrabamos ahi buscando algo... pero nunca supe que. El edificio era un color ladrillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... es todo lo que recuerdo, aparte de otras cositas sin importancia, como hacer una carvana con mi mama y la mama de Eliza (strange). XDDD Cada dia estoy mas loca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo ir a dormir... no descansare xDD y no creo dormir mucho, pero hey! Debo hacer el intento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con amor y respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-2015010634003143383?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/2015010634003143383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=2015010634003143383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2015010634003143383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2015010634003143383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/04/alguien-ha-notado-que-he-estado.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-8260221459501228123</id><published>2007-04-06T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:58:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;it's my secret no one knows&lt;br /&gt;i'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know it doesn't show&lt;br /&gt;no. i don't miss you anymore&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't think of you&lt;br /&gt;it's such a game to seem adored&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've given up my wings&lt;br /&gt;i'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;they were only wax and string&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't miss you anymore&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't think of you&lt;br /&gt;it's such a game to seem adored&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard this song I sobed like a little girl... jeje, my brother truely knows how and what to hit me with. It's become one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lie, naked in my bed, not being able to get off my mind that he broke his last promise to me... not knowing if I should feel silly because I actually thought he would fullfill at least one of all his promises or feel sad because I had to find out by the most casual coment in the world from my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I fill silly... I really thought he would at least go thrugh with his last promise... I really did. I believe in you so blindly that I fell and hit my self so hard over the years... and yet I kept on going. When no one trusted you, I defended you. When you lost faith in yourself I stood by you and held your hand. When you where abandoned, I kept my heart by your side, so you wouldn't feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything and you sucked me dry... and I filled my self up again, just so you could suck me dry again... how foolish of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess that I gave up my wings gladly for you... and I'd probably do it again even if you hadn't asked me to. I'm not sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what bad timing you picked to leave... we where always together... I was so used to your company, to that strange way your hands have of warming my cold fingers. No matter how much crap happened, having you by my side made me feel strong an invincible... I had a giant by my side, I must me a giant too, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened, happened... and even if your not here when I most need you, I don't care. I hope your happy... truely happy. I hope she has what you need, I hope she won't walk out on you, I hope you don't screw this one up... please, don't screw this one up, give yourself the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past, leave it back there where it belongs... the people that are gone are gone and what you have now is yours, take care of it, even better than you took care of me, protect her even if you leave me completly unsheltered, understand her, nourish her... don't make the same mistakes thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loving care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheBlueButterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-8260221459501228123?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/8260221459501228123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=8260221459501228123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/8260221459501228123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/8260221459501228123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-liar-its-my-secret-no-one-knows-im.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-2050771141875557497</id><published>2007-04-03T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:00:36.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had some strage dreams when I took my nap this evening. It's been a long time since I've had dreams like that... last time I experienced something similar a couple of my friends and me ended up accidentally dressing the same the next day, with the exact colors ofmy dream... so let's see what comes out of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.... Que curioso se sintio soniar con Eunice de esa manera.... no puedo describir el sentimiento... que cosas. No puedo quitarme la sensacion de encima, no es una mala sensacion pero definitivmente es inquietante, ultimamente han estado surgiendo conversaciones muy interesantes con varias personas... me doy cuenta de lo cuanto que me quieren algunas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es curioso lo cuanto que te pueden llegar a conmover las personas a las que quieres... son simples gestos o palabras que alguien mas podria pensar que no tienen importancia, pero para mi significaron tanto... mas de lo que les puedo expresar. Muchas gracias, los quiero mucho a ambos... Es mi imaginacion o como que las conecciones de antes se renuevan y se hacen mas fuertes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiensabe... solo se que... me inquieta mi suenio... pienso demasiado y descanso poco xDD se siente el desgaste! Ya estoy viejita. Tengo suenio, ya me quiero ir a dormir... nos vemos luego, besos y abrazos!! ^ ^ goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-2050771141875557497?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/2050771141875557497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=2050771141875557497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2050771141875557497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2050771141875557497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-some-strage-dreams-when-i-took-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5647454396263787656</id><published>2007-03-26T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:04:52.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take,&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... mugre mugre James. Me caes tan mal... y ahora mas que nunca. Tu cancion ya tiene rato siguiendome y habia podido escapar hasta ahorita... mugre mugre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5647454396263787656?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5647454396263787656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5647454396263787656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5647454396263787656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5647454396263787656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-i-disappoint-you-or-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5169966265967711580</id><published>2007-03-24T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:53:15.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Y Jesus, mirando a Athena, probablemente le respondio:&lt;br /&gt;-Fijate bien, hija mia, yo tambien estoy afuera. Hace mucho tiempo que no me dejan entrar ahi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from La Bruja de Portobello... I just read this a couple of minuts ago... like 20 or 30... and it pissed me off. I couldn't hold back my tears... there was so much rage caused by those words...  and now I realize that I was just blocking out the sadness.... the horrible sadness those words caused in me... how they broke whatever little I have been able to mend of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale gave me that book... and from page one it started hiting me. There are so many things I can read in to, it's scary. I... am I ready?? I dunno... but... here we go, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5169966265967711580?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5169966265967711580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5169966265967711580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5169966265967711580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5169966265967711580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-jesus-mirando-athena-probablemente-le.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-4002963226699600254</id><published>2007-03-20T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:30:10.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmm... Hi. I'm back! Yes, my father finally got the cable for m laptop so I can use it againe and I am conected to the world once more ( I found it suprising that I really didn't miss the internet that much and enjoyed catching up on my reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... this weakend was very hard... the hardest I have had in some time, if not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naram came back. I knew he would and I even correctly predicted the time of the occurance... I seem to be getting good at that. Anywho.... we evaded the whole having THE_TALK... xDDD sorry, I remembered THE_WALL_ and I just had to; ok, back on course... we evaded it for about 24 hrs and then I finally asked and he said he had been waiting for the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed that closure... I missed talking to him and listening to his voice, feeling his warmth and... he's changed and yet... he's still the same man. How contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I feel so much sorrow and yet I feel liberated... there are a couple of things I still wanna do.. and maybe I'll do it. *winks to Nancy and Ivan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajajaja.. thnx guys. I've gotten thru this cause of you guys. I'm so happy we're familly. So what we doin' next weekend?? xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-4002963226699600254?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/4002963226699600254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=4002963226699600254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4002963226699600254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4002963226699600254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/03/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-1229297293361801368</id><published>2007-03-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:35:09.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are you a bad influence?If you go over 45, you're a bad influence.If you go under 15, chances are you live under a rock and have no life... even more harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Smoked.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Consumed alcohol. - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Kissed someone of the same sex.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Had sex.-Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Had someone in your room other than family - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Watched porn.- Not on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Bought porn.- Not yet o.o but one never knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;0. Done drugs.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Taken painkillers- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Taken someone else's prescription medicine.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Lied to your parents.-Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Lied to a friend.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Snuck out of the house.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Done something illegal.- Eh… Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Cut yourself.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Hurt someone.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Wished someone to die.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Seen someone die.- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 81. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Missed curfew.- xDD Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Stayed out all night.- O_O Yes… and my parents didn’t even notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.- Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Been to a therapist.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Been to rehab.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Dyed your hair.- Yes… I am forever damned to be a redhead…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Received a ticket.- O_O Not yet… and I hope never…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Been in an accident.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Been to a club.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Been to a bar.- xDD Nop…. I need to go to one… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 71. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been to a wild party.- Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Seen the Mardi Gras.- xDD No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Drank more than four beers in a night.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Had a spring break in Florida.- Not yet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Sniffed anything.- xDDD Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Wore black nail polish.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Wore arm bands.- No u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Wore t-shirts with band names.- u.u No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Listened to rap.- :s Unfortunatly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Own(ed) a 50 Cent CD.- :S I haven’t stooped that low yet… and hope I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 51. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Dressed gothic.- Yes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Dressed prep.- ^0^ No!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Dressed punk.- o.o no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Dressed grunge.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Stole something.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Been too drunk to remember anything.- Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Blacked out.- Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Fainted.- Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Had a crush on a neighbor.- ^////^ still do… every time I see him I feel 14 xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Had someone sneak into your room.- o.o not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 61. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Snuck into someone else's room.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Had a crush on your best friend.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Been to a concert.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Dry-humped someone.- xDD Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Been called a slut.- xDD Olman…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Called someone a slut.- Oh Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Installed speakers in your car.- No :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Broken a mirror.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YesTOTAL: 71. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.- :S What’s with the rap thing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Seen an R-rated movie in theater.- Almost all horror movies are rated R… so yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Cruised the mall.- :S Yes… wow… I’m such a bad influence… quick everybody!!! RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Skipped school.- xDD Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Had surgery.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Had an injury.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Gone to court.- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Walked out of a restaurant without paying.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Caught something on fire.- …Eh… yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Lied about your age.- xD yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 61. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Owned/rented an apartment.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Broke the law in the police's presence.- xD No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Cheated on someone.- Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Got in trouble with the police.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Talked to a stranger.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Hugged a stranger.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Kissed a stranger.- On the cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Rode in the car with a stranger.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Been harassed.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Been verbally harassed.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOTAL: 81. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Met face-to-face with someone you met online.- Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Stayed online for 12 hours straight.- xDDD Jajajajajajaja Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Watched TV for 12 hours straight.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Been to a fair.- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Been called a bad influence.- xD yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Drink and drive.- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Prank-called someone.- Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Cheated on a test.- xD Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total 61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-1229297293361801368?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/1229297293361801368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=1229297293361801368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1229297293361801368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/1229297293361801368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-bad-influenceif-you-go-over-45.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6868955602422451696</id><published>2007-02-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:24:32.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anata Ga Ita Mori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el profundo bosque sola estoy&lt;br /&gt;Tu dulce aroma está rodeándome&lt;br /&gt;Buscando entre la gente, quiero tu rostro encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Y poder&lt;br /&gt;Sonreír una vez más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te veré?&lt;br /&gt;¿Te sentiré?&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tu mano tomar&lt;br /&gt;Pero te vas&lt;br /&gt;Sin dejar nada detrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero ver&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tenerte junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;Me superé gracias a ti, porque&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos tantas noches sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;Pude por fin sobrellevar&lt;br /&gt;Envuelta estar en luz ú oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Recordaré tu rostro una vez más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol del atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Deja mi cuerpo herido en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Mis pies descalzos buscan tu camino comprender&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no&lt;br /&gt;Dejarán de sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y traté&lt;br /&gt;Tanto traté&lt;br /&gt;Mas no te pude alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;Y tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Tan lejana pude escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te amaré"&lt;br /&gt;Tu canto no me alcanzará&lt;br /&gt;El viento se lo llevará, no sé&lt;br /&gt;Por qué se empeña en desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pronto acabará&lt;br /&gt;Todo se irá, quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;El eco de ése día aún puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me ves&lt;br /&gt;Llega otra vez&lt;br /&gt;La misma oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Di por qué&lt;br /&gt;La quieres desperdiciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perdóname"&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el pasado se ha ido ya&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos que me invadirán, lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;Entre mis manos los voy a tomar&lt;br /&gt;Creo que no puedo soportar&lt;br /&gt;Envuelta estar en luz ú oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirte lo que siento hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras que en el profundo bosque estoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6868955602422451696?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6868955602422451696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6868955602422451696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6868955602422451696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6868955602422451696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/02/anata-ga-ita-mori-en-el-profundo-bosque.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5021726964331120518</id><published>2007-02-15T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:48:38.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feliz dia de Lupercalia a todos ^ ^ Ojala y sea un bonito dia y se la pasen muy padre, por mi parte yo hare tarea xDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno es que hoy me toca joyeria artesanal, sera divertido. Me gusta mucho esa materia, aunque esta comenzando a dificultarse mas de lo planeado u.u estupidas segetas T - T hacen que me duelan mis manitas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer estube jugando Magic enla tarde con el ninio que me enternece. Olman tmb llego y comenzo a decirme como jugar xDD recorde a Ruben cuando asesoraba mis juegos que mas bien los jugaba por mi xDDD jajaja pero bueno, viendo aprendo... menos mal por que si no no aprenderia muchas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.... que mas? O.o pues no mucho... ayer me atasque de comida del Tsuru xD fuimos al buffet... mendigo buffet sabe bien bueno! T - T el sushi y la salsa de anguila es lo mejor!!! la amooo!!! Ayways... just wanted to come around here and post a bit, I have nothing to do at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he podido andar mucho en internet y neta que los extranio T - T tengo todo abandonado a mi hijito y a Marco y a Pablo, Zero, Neo... dude's I'm sorry!!! I luv u guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg. Besos y abrazos a todos, los quiero mucho luego hablamos con mas profundidad xDD... Quiero ir a jugar billar.... esa madre ya me hizo adicta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5021726964331120518?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5021726964331120518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5021726964331120518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5021726964331120518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5021726964331120518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/02/feliz-dia-de-lupercalia-todos-ojala-y.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-5764736485229613781</id><published>2007-02-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:01:37.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jejeje... had an intresting past weekends. I was without internet for some time so I couldn't post everything I wanted to... but now I'm back! muajaja! From outer space... xDD sorry I remembered the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend we went to Dudos house to throw a birthday party for her dad, he's cool. We had a roking good time... hadn't laughed so hard in long long time... and... eh... o_o need to ask dudo for the pikz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... what else?? There was so much I wanted to say xDD and now I can't think of it! Hate it when that happens... oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karime... I love you so so much. This is something wonderfull for you and everyone around you. All of us will always be there for you. I feel so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG hve homework... stupid homework... u.uoh well. Kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-5764736485229613781?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/5764736485229613781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=5764736485229613781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5764736485229613781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/5764736485229613781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/02/jejeje.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6873212757771632383</id><published>2007-01-09T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:16:24.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't sleep... there's something, dunno what... Israel-kun... Onegai... just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6873212757771632383?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6873212757771632383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6873212757771632383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6873212757771632383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6873212757771632383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-3936049264105295038</id><published>2007-01-01T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:33:19.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, ya lo pospuse demasiado, es hora del colectivo... si, si, saquen los panuelos desechables por que ya viene el sentimentalismo xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para los que no sepan como funciona esta divertida dinamica por que hay varios que es su primera vez en la lista:&lt;br /&gt;paso 1.- Busca tu nombre en la lista.&lt;br /&gt;paso 2.- Lee el mensajito que te escribi con amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karime: Jejeje... what a rollercoaster year huh? Uhm... what can I say that I haven't? How can I thank you for all those sencere chats and all the love you have given me?? I can't even begin to thank you for holding my hand so many times and for slaping me when I needed it. Your one of my best and dearest friends. I love you and I'm glad that I've gotten to live with you the defining moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Me alegramucho que hayamos podido arreglar todos los mal entendidos, la verdad, sin ti y sin Ivan no se en realidad en donde estaria por que ambos me han apoyado muchisimo en diversos aspectos de mi vida. Eres un ejemplo a seguir y te admiro mucho por esa gran compostura y fuerza que tienes. Te quiero mucho. Gracias por estar a mi lado todo este anio y por siempre ser tan sincera conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: Te Quierooooooo ^ ^ no cambes esa manera tan espontanea de ser, tienes un corazon enorme y hermoso, siempre tratas de ayudar a todos y eso es algo muy admirable. Graciaspor todos tus consejos, por tu manera tan unica de hablarme y por siempre ayudarme, protegerme y cuidarme de todo lo que pudiese hacerme mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Hay hija de la xDDD ntc! jajaja Tu sabes que te quiero muchisimo apesar de que me torturas xDD. La verdad es que aveces la mama pareces tu y no yo, siempre me aconsejas y consuelas cuando mas lo necesito. Sabes escuchar e interpretar las cosas que digo... muchas veces siento que eres la unica que capta las palabras detras de mis palabras. Thnx por apoyarme tanto, por abrir caminos que pensaba cerrados y sobre todo... un millon de gracias por quererla y protegerla tanto... jamas podre pagartelo, jamas podre recompensarte. Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riku: I had a dream about you last night... I'm worred about you. Jeje... Mmm... arriesgando sonar repetitiva I love you more than words can say and I'm sorry about everything. Espero que este nuevo anio que comienza este lleno de amor para ti. Ojala y puedas superarte a ti misma aun mas y logres todo aquello que tu alma anhela... there will always be a part of me inside of you shining the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie: Hello! Jejeje... pues que puedo decir?? Apenas un anio de connocernos, pero que lindo anio Les-chan, te quiero muchisimo y solo quiero que sepas que siempre estare ahi para ti, apoyandote en todo lo que tu necesites. Gracias por tus palabras de aliento y por todo el carinio que me has dado, ha alimentado mi alma de una manera muy hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duo: ^ ^ Gracias por todas las sonrisas y por todo tu apoyo. Gracias por todo tu amor y tu amistad, es una gran bendicion en mi vida. Te quiero mucho. Eres la mejor Mama/Hija/Hermana/Padrota/Novia que pueda existir!!! T - T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge: Hay Wong.... Wong, Wong, Wong... Te quiero mucho. Me alegra que este semestre hayamos podido pasar tanto tiempo juntos. Gracias por todo tu apoyo y por toda tu compania. Enserio que este anio fuiste un pilar en mi vida. Te quiero mucho, mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio: Precioso!!! Te quiero mucho, mucho! Te has ganado un lugar eterno en mi corazon. Gracias por tu amor y tu comprension. Gracias por tu presencia en mi vida todos estos anios... gracias por simplemente ser tu. (besos!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicho: Hey, que onda... puuueesss... hace un chingo que no te veo y que no hablo contigo (o por lo menos asi lo siento) solo queria decirte que aun apesar del trabajo y los deberes pues no dejo de pensar en ti, eres mi compa y hemos vivido tantas cosas juntos que aunque queramos no creo que se pueda romper ese lazo que nos une. Te quiero. Ojala y todo te vaya bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rube: Bro... I love you so much, thnx for always being so sweet with me and for putting up with my all so childish ways. I truely mean it when I say I love you... thank you for teaching me so much and for sharing your heart with me. thank you for being there for me and for just being the brother you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olman: Heeeeeeeeyyy... it's so good to have you back, even though you've been back for a while xDD. Every time I see you I feel like I'm with a very old friend, those kind of friends that you've spent decades with... it's wierd and funny. Oh well, no matter, I just wanna say I love you and I'm greatfull for all  your advice and your patience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto: Diosa, te desapareciste por un tiempo, pero se siente tan bien que estes de vuelta. Te quiero mucho, a ti y a tu ego xDDD. Hace rato que no te veo, conectate mas! xDD y no mates a tus sobrinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo: Cute Clock Boyyyyyyy!!!! ^ ^ yeah, your incuded too.. Just wanna say that I love you and that you are a dear friend. I love talking to you. You take care and be nice to the other kids, ok?? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isra-kun: Se sintio tan bien que regresaras... siento que una parte de mi regreso contigo. Y se siente bien tener a esa parte cerca de nuevo, aunque se que jamas la tendre de regreso por que te pertenece. Te quiero mucho y siempre lo hare, eres muy especial para mi y lo sabes... he compartido mucho contigo, ambos lo hemos hecho. Gracias por ser mi amigo y por siempre hablarme con esa delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco: Hay ninio hermoso, no sabes la bendicion que fue que entraras a mi vida, sempre tienes una manera especial de hablarme, tus palabras me tocan. Te quiero muchisimo y se que eres una persona hermosa. Me has brindado tu amistad y tu amor incondicional, amor que me ha ayudado a salir de muchas y aguantar muchas otras. Tu clon te esta eternamente agradecido!! Te quiero mucho otro y me siento orgullosa de ser tu clon. *kisses and hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale: Diosa... jeje... lagrimas se me vienen a los ojos... preciosidad de los dioses... princesa hermosa. No tengo palabras, enserio que no las tengo... pocas veces me sucede eso... I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ultimo a todos les deseo que este anio sea mil veces mejor que todos los anteriores. Que este anio este lleno de Amor, salud, paz, felicidad y dinero... para irnos a acampar a samalayuca o ir a la anime expo o haber que hacemos xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les deseo mucha felicidad. Que los retos que vienen y los obstaculos que se puedan presentar no detengan nuestro progreso ni nuestro avanze. Que cada dia este lleno de amor y de personas que nos apoyen. Que su camino siempe este iluminado, no importa que tan oscuro el dia, siempre exista esa luz de esperanza y amor. Gracias por todo su apoyo y carinio. Gomen si olvide a alguien, no fue mi intencion. Besos y abrazos a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-3936049264105295038?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/3936049264105295038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=3936049264105295038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/3936049264105295038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/3936049264105295038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-ya-lo-pospuse-demasiado-es-hora-del.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-6232914746215489398</id><published>2006-12-28T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:14:21.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What?? You thought you where gonna scare me by sharing that?? You think I'm gonna stop loving you or stop being there for you??... Did you think you where doing me a favor by leting me see who you are?? C'mon Marco... I see more inteligence and talent in you than in most people I know... and for the record, I can relate... same thing happened to me as soon as I entered college. And 99.99% of the time I don't know what I'm doing and I have no freekin' idea what I wanna do ether, but I keep walking cause deep inside me I have faith that someday I'm gonna find my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you cause your inteligent, or cause you know stuff or cause you have good grades... I love you just like you are, the sarcastic/ cinical/ bestfriend guy that I could eve have had the honor of meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so much to give and you can do so much, the only one who limits himself is you... and it;s so sad to us who love you cause we see everything you can't see in yourself. We know of all that goodness and love and inteligence... we see it in you every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you lie and if you exagerate?? NOT GONNA MAKE ME STOP LOVING YOU! And that's not gonna make your girls stop loving you, or your mom or your sister, your little brother, me... there are so many people who love you so much. You can probably count them with both hands, but still, these are people who are willing to give anything for you... because you deserv it, because you have a beautifull soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life is a bitch and likes to laugh at all the good jokes it plays, but still, she gave you a couple of people to help you in every way they can... so she's not that bad... and who knows, maybe this is her way of telling you something, you just have to listen hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you take care, oki?? *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6232914746215489398?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6232914746215489398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6232914746215489398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6232914746215489398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6232914746215489398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-you-thought-you-where-gonna-scare.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-2410190343177062556</id><published>2006-12-18T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:55:31.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! ya se acabo la convencion! Debo admitir que me la pase mas suave despues de la convencion que durante xDDD esa atacada de Sushi que nos dimos el sabado aun esta en mi sistema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy salgo a Las Vegas a recoger a mi abuelita. Pospuse la ida para poder ayudar en la Confront y pues ahora salgo toda apurada para llegar antes de navidad xDDD esto va a ser divertido! Mmm... creo que el colectivo tendra que esperar un poco mas por que aun estoy haciendo la lista en mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresando a la convencion, algo que me gusto mucho fue que vi a muchas personas a las que no habia visto hace rato, como Vlad, Lalito, mi bro Rube icluso hasta vi a una amiga de la familia que tenia anios sin ver, fue lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, still have to pack. Jeje, so everyone have a nice time while I'm drivng xDD and I'll see what I can bring back for you guys. I'm gonna miss you very much. Loves and kisses. See you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-2410190343177062556?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/2410190343177062556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=2410190343177062556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2410190343177062556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/2410190343177062556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-ya-se-acabo-la-convencion-debo.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-4672113870820953772</id><published>2006-12-13T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:10:21.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. My throat hurts and  just threw up everything I ate. My head hurts but I don't think I'll do much sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how determend I was to wrtiting it all down and now... nothing is willing to be plastered here... I want to throw up some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther's still much more to do tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to really hurt myself... maybe that will quiet the pain in my soul... but I promissed I wouldn't do it again... but if it will only releave the pain a little... why not?? To feel the knife slice through the skin, those brieff instants of relief, the pleasure... then the warm enchanted liquid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably meditate, get my thoughts together, but  can't... I need that release, the release that will take away the rage and the pain... wanna know a funny thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no clue about it... she doesn't know about the cuts and the bruises... and yet she swears she's a wondefull mother... the best in her opinion. The kind of mother who abuses her daughtr just to get back at her husband... the kind that pushes every nerv until she knows I'm about to explode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's seen me vomit from the rage she builds up inside of me, and still she goes on... still she yells and curses... she's cursed because I throw up... like I could stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep... I wanna sleep very deeply... just never wake up... drift away among the mysts until I reach home, those rich green lands where the voice sings so clearly in my head, where she guides me so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go... I have to prepare things.... I apologise if I do something stupid, it was not my intention to break my promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;    AremiBu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-4672113870820953772?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/4672113870820953772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=4672113870820953772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4672113870820953772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4672113870820953772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-4763595025350396291</id><published>2006-12-08T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:20:37.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El dia de hoy me siento... extrania. Mi garganta no me deja en paz... me recuerda a Karime, ella dice que todos sus sentimientos los vive en su estomago, creo que yo lo hago en mi garganta, ah sento las palpitaciones de mi corazon cuando estoy trizte o feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hay dias en que mi voz es libre y fuerte y no tiene limites... pero hay dias en que por mas que lo intento no sale nada... hay otras veces en que no puedo cantar sin sentir que estallare en llanto... y asi me siento hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es todo en una gran combinacion. Me siento inutil, tonta... Tengo miedo que suceda lo mismo que sucedio el anio pasado... que sta convencion se convierta en una aun peor pesadilla de lo que ya es, que Chuy y Cuauh se encarguen de que la gente se voltee en contra de nosotros y me da tanto coraje, me da una rabia horrible que nos utilize de esa forma! Como es posible que Daniel y todos los de Yume puedan organizar una convencion con el costo total de 3000 pesos, sin cobrar a expositores y sin cobrar la entrada. Pero Cuauh, Cuauh no puede hacer nada sin cobrar 500 pesos por mesa y 20 pesos la entrada por persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo lindo es que el anio que entra nos va a cobrar 1000 peso por mesa... Diosa... y no solo eso, sino que Cuauh ya se encargo de que la mayoria de los grupos esten peleados, ya se encargo de que los que estamos tratando de cambiar las cosas tengamos no solo que luchar en contra de sus enredos, sino que tambien tengamos que luchar por aclarar nuestros nmbres y acarlos del fango en donde el los hunde, diciendo que comploteamos contra el y que queremos boicotar la convencion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sabado pasado le aclaramos a Cuauh que el ofrecimiento que le habiamos hecho nosotros de conseguirle las mesas con 8 sillas por 55 pesos era por dia... cosa que no nos cansamos de repetirle cada vez que el nos pregunto por las meses desde hace dos meses que se comenzo con la planeacion de esto. Osea, en otras palabras, desde la primera vez que hablamos con el con lo de las sillas le dijimo 55 peos por dia por una mesa y ocho sillas y el dijo: Ah, que bien muchachas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el sabado pasado, al ir a hablar con el, nos encontramos con que el pensaba que era por los tres dias y no por dia... le aclaramos el malentendido, por su reaccion corporal notamos que estaba muy digustado, note tambien lo cuanto que tubo que contener su voz para no gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues fuimos al area de comidas en donde estaban Wong y Kane-chan, platicamos un rato y depues Ale me llevo a el puestito de la tentacion para escoger mi regalo de cumplanios. Cuando regresamos a la mesa ahi estaba Cuauh con Kane-chan y Wong, cuando no vio se quedo callado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos enteramos desues que el habia ido a decirles que le habamo salido con una jalada con lo de las mesas... como si nosotras hubiesemos sido las que no entendimos bien, nosotras las malvadas que queremos arruinar su convencion... etoy ya cansada, muy cansada. Me siento estresada, siento que somos muy pocos... que los demas se dejan seducir por las falsas palabras de Cuauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... ya me siento mejor, solo tenia que sacarlo todo... igual y se exactamente como es que podemos terminar con todo esto. El trabajo sera duro, pero abrira mucho paso para los otakus aqui en esta ciudad. Thnx Daniel por enseniarnos el camino... neta que muchas gracias. Yume es un gran ejemplo para todos. Hicieron un excelente trabajo en la mangacon... coninuen asi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-4763595025350396291?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/4763595025350396291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=4763595025350396291' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4763595025350396291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/4763595025350396291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/12/el-dia-de-hoy-me-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043085.post-6051614098749605422</id><published>2006-12-02T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:19:57.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh!!!! I'm back!!! xDD I took alittle recess cause school got a bit psico... but I'm better xDDD I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!!! I passed the stupid subject wth the crazy lady! I got an A ^0^ a 10!!! I passed with a perfect grade!!! She couldn't beat me!!! She took my pride and my dignity... but I got a 10!!! Woooooohoooooo! I also got a 10 in Photography, thnx to Ale ^ ^ I love you, thnx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camara got busted and Kane-chans camara hated me, so Ale lent me some of her negatives from her photo I class and I passes xDD everyone in the class passed with an A, but I thought I wasn't gonna be able to pull it off, yet I did ^ ^ so thank you goddess, you have been very kind to me this new year.. and I am greatfull for the love and all the blessings. Thank you universe because you are kind and benevolent, nomatter how much tribulation there is in my life, you always manage to suprise me with something wonderfull... ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't managed to inspire myself to write my anual collective (this will be Willson's and Ale's first year in it) but I will get around to it... just like I've gotten around to finally putting all the pictures up on photobucket xDD man... jajaja it took me almost two months, but I did it! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm... my ex is back... guess I shouldn't be suprised, huh? Jaja... in a way I'm glad he's back... he's one of my best and dearest friends, but I still feel nervouse... so many unsaid things... Words that we couldn't say... jeje... and I thought that was only with Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... what else?? Oh! It's my b-day on sunday... this is actually a birthday I am looking foward to... I hope I don't gt my expectations to up... jeje ^ ^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm..... I guess that's all for now O_O I must sleep... must get up early tomorrow... man... why did I sign up fr this?? u.u too late to back out now... oh well! ^ ^ Love and kisses for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and peace in harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AremiBu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-6051614098749605422?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/6051614098749605422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=6051614098749605422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6051614098749605422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/6051614098749605422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhhh-im-back-xdd-i-took-alittle.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-3365646526554604128</id><published>2006-11-15T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:03:44.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... son las 10:26pm. Acabo de regresar de ayudar a montar una exposicion de fotografia y me encuentro con reclamos en mi casa de que nunca hago nada. Entonces cuando voy a y dejo amis hermanas a los lugares a donde deben ir por que mis papas tienen hueva, no es hacer nada. Dejar mis asuntos a la mitad, gastar MI gasolina, si, por que es MI pinche gasolina que YO pago con MI dinero para veir a la casa, ir y dejarlas a donde tienen que ir y despues regresarme a donde estaba para seguir mis asuntos. Eso es hacer nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El trabajar para mantenerme mi escuela, mis materiales, mis salidas y MI PINCHE GASOLINA es hacer NADA! El trabajar como burro 14 horas diarias sin comer y sin descanso para que mi mama pueda matener a 16 gatos y 3 perros es hacer NADA! HACER PINCHE NADA!&lt;br /&gt;El comprarme MI ropa, MIIS zapatos y MIS acesorios y no solo eso, sino tmb para mis hermanas y permitir que utilizen mis cosas, las pierdan y las rallen es hacer PINCHI NADA! NO MAMES! YA NO PINCHE MAMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estoy harta! Pero HARTA de estarlos cargando en la espalda! Hasta aqui llegue, ya no puedo mas. Lo siento mucho, los amo con toda mi alma pero ya no puedo, ya no aguanto y ya no quiero nada con ustedes... yo me voy, lo siento pero me voy... ya se que habia tomado esta decision, pero lo habia considerado mas por que pensaba en mis hermanas y en que me necesitan, pero la verdad es que solo las estoy haciendo egoistas y huevonas. Pues bien, ya no hay mas escusas ni pretextos, podre terminar la carrera en 10 anios, pero ya me vale madre, yo no puedo seguir asi.&lt;br /&gt;Ya soy una mujer, ya me puedo valer por mi misma, asi que si me quejo de estas pendejadas es por que quiero, la solucion esta en mis manos y depende de mi tomarla y ya la tome.&lt;br /&gt;Se que sera cansado y dificil, pero bien dicen que el cuerpo se acostumbra a todo. Asi que pues a trabajar y estudiar y a salirse de la casa para vivir sola... o semi sola, por que neta no creo mantener un depa yo solilla... igual y consigo un roomie y pues entre las dos nos hacemos garras.&lt;br /&gt;Todo sucede por algo, ne?? Pues si, todo sucede por algo y esto sucedio por que ya debo de crecer, ya debo de hacerme mas responsabe de mi misma y menos responsable de los demas. Ya es hora de tomar las riendas de MI vida y acatarme a las consecuencias. Esa es mi decision. Que la Diosa me bendiga y me proteja, guiandome en cada paso que de. Que asi sea.&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blue Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-3365646526554604128?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/3365646526554604128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=3365646526554604128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/3365646526554604128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/3365646526554604128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-116279697603483584</id><published>2006-11-05T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhm... acabo de ver el primer episodio del Anime de Nana... ya tenia bue rato con el y decidi verlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacia tiempo, cuando leia al manga Hachi me recordaba mucho a Edna, pero vendo el anime me di cuenta que en realidad Hachi me recuerda a mi... y Nana a Ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al ver la parte final del capitulo, Nana le extiende la mano a Hachi y le dice: COmenzando maniana quedo en tus manos... y me dieron unas ganas de llorar, asi que comenze a llorar y en eso dice Hachi: En ese momento, no se por que, senti unas inmensas ganas de llorar... Hachi toma la mano de Nana y dice: La mano de Nana era tan calida que incluso paso su calidez a mi corazon... y asi fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella noche, de regreso de Chih. me sentia... tan mal. Luchaba conmigo misma para retener las lagrimas y ocultar mi dolor de los demas y ella... ella tomo mi mano y su mano era tan calida que paso su calidez a mi corazon. Ella, sin que se lo pidiese me acompanio en mi soledad... me dio consuelo sin palabras, sin agobiarme o asfixiarme, solo tomo mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que podia pensar en ese momento era: No me sueltes porfavor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo hiciste, no me soltaste... tomaste mi mano hasta que la calma llego a mi, hasta que el dolor se mitigo y pude sentir un poco de paz... nadie habia hecho eso antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, gracias por la bendicion de tu vida y de tu amor... gracias por la fuerza, por el apoyo. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu .... The blue butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-116279697603483584?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/116279697603483584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=116279697603483584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/116279697603483584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/116279697603483584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/11/uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-116042811597053500</id><published>2006-10-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the link I promissed, I still haven't uploded all the pics and the videos, but I hope I'm done by this week xDD jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l299/Are_Bu/"&gt;http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l299/Are_Bu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AreBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-116042811597053500?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/116042811597053500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=116042811597053500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/116042811597053500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/116042811597053500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-link-i-promissed-i-still-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115993617391047695</id><published>2006-10-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s hard to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to talk about all those things.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet nothings that you wisperd in my ear&lt;br /&gt;The frail kisses you placed upon my heart to mend it.&lt;br /&gt;Those soft carreses that warmed my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to talk about you leaving.&lt;br /&gt;About that empty space you left in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to talk about our love.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to define what we felt.&lt;br /&gt;What was real and what was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even harder than all that, is to talk about you coming back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 de Octubre 2006&lt;br /&gt;Areida Bueno Rodriguez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115993617391047695?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115993617391047695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115993617391047695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115993617391047695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115993617391047695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-hard-to-talk-about-its-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115982600322150972</id><published>2006-10-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I Got back yesterday from the city of Chihuahua... and I had so much fun! The convention sucked but at least we made it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from the begining! Two weeks ago everyone started talking about a convention they where going to hold at the state capital, that's like 4 hours from my city. So we decided (by we I mean Elizabeth, Luz, Alejandra, Michelle, Joge and I) that if we got a cheap wayof trasnportation and a place to stay the night for free we would go. So finally last week we got it together and we decides that we where going to Chihuahua to the convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally saturday came and we gathered at Elizabeth's house to cram in to two cars. To my suprise Ciro arrived along with me... xDD no one told me they had invited him (Me and Ciro "dated" for like a week... we never really even saw eachother cause he was so buissy and i was so buissy). So we had a quick bite to eat and then devided the group in two cars: Michelle, Alejandra, Ciro and me whee going with Jorge. Luz was going with Elizabeth in her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a walkietalkie in each car and we where comunicating between cars xDD we sang songs, told jokes and just made eachother laugh!! We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I must mention that Michelle and Alejandra where harassing me! T . T they wanna take my inosence from me! But nooooo I wanna have it for a little while more xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... we took a hole bunch of photos... I'm uploading them to photobucket xDD jajaja, I'll paste the link later, first let's continue with the cronicle of an Otaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at about 6pm we got to the little town (and I really mean it when I say little)of el Sauz. We where gonna spend the night with some familly Elizabeth has there. The little town is a half an hour from the city of Chihuahua and it was a free stay so we where greatfull and we had a blast xDD... we went to the park and we went to see the little river and then we went to the store xDD jajajaja we bought everything we where gonna eat the next morning and then we proceded to buy dinner (some hamburgers from a local stand) and it was kinda funny to see a bunch of young adults behaving like kids with two grownups buying them dinner O_O they must have thought we where one big family... and crazy xDD cause we where runnign and yelling and laughing outloud, sitting in eachothers laps, taking pictures. Jajajaja... it did feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back home (got some attention from the locals... you have no idea how i hate it when men yell stuff at you from their cars) we ate, laughed, and then I went to take a shower and when I got out I played some cards with everyone xDD it was so much fun jajajajaja. After a while we all went to sleep.. o_o well, we got to bed, ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz, Elizabeth and me slept in one bed, and then Goreti, Alejandra and Michelle slept in the inflatable bed next to us. Ciro and Jorge went to sleep in another room, but all the rooms where conected and you could clearly hear everything that was going on in each of them. So of course everyone heard all the gigles and the stupid stuff the girls where saying xDD OMG, Michelle just wouldn't be quiet and she made us all laugh and that kept s chatting and then we started calling out the guys names and they wouldn't answer xDD so we concluded that they where very buissy doing something else, like YAOI! xDD and that made us gigle even more, jajajajajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like two hours we finaly went to sleep and where woken at 3 am by some roosters who need a new alam clock cause they are supposed to wake us at 5! NOT 3! Stupid things... we went back to sleep then the alarm went off at 6 and everyone got up and bathed and got ready for the big day! Finally, the convention! how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD We took ages to get ready, between getting the cosplays right and doing our makeup and our hair (I have discovered that Jorge is way more vain than any of us girls. I have never seen so many hair products in one bag). We got to breakfast, ate and laughed xDD took some neet pics and then got to the whole half hour trip where Michelle and Alejandra got to work on the whole taking my inosence from me T - T they sexualy harrased me all the way! and ther's proof somewhere in my photobucket account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the cutty, made a quick stop at Jorge's uncle's house and then we headed to the great big convention!!!!! Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... we get there... and ther's no one in cosplay except Alejandra and Me... OMG! We where goona freek out! Then xDD some narutos came and we chilled and wong said something about finding a restroom so he could change into cosplay and since it was 11 and the doors to let us in to the whole shindig wouldn't open till 12, we went to a shoping mall near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed, went back and then O_O we saw all the people... OMG! So many xDD and they all atack you with camaras, asking to pose and take pictures, jajajajajaja... and so you pose and just hear the camaras click... except the digital ones o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mingled and posed and migled and posed and freeked with some cosplays xDDD and then migled some more and then the heat was to unbareble so we went up to the building and started forming our own line. Oh yes, joy! 20 minutes and they open.... 10 minutes and they open.... 5... minutes.... ok, they should be opening... I don't see anyone even coming up to the doors... uhm... ok... 20 minutes past 12.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some chick comes out and says: Plese form 3 lines and the cosplayers form another one over here.  *Ran like hell to get under the shady part*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wait... and then we wait... O_O and then some people start shouting and chanting and kinda wanting to riot... and so we got kinda scared... specially me, don't like people rioting and it was a strange city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we see Leslie go by with Serge and then Ceci and then wong... THF is wong doing with them?! O_O He got in with them! Cause since they where gonna sell stuff they let them in so that they could get ready and wong went in with them and left us out there... I oficially hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just when we thought that things where gonna get bloody with the crowd O_O Some old goy comes out and starts talking on the mic. and we hea rhim talk and go: Hey, we know that voice.. and then he says "Excelent" and we all start screaming: Mr. Burns!!! OMG! It was Mr. Burns voice actor! jajaja, so he was the one who kinda quited the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we had been out there for an hour. Mr Burns had gone in again and the heat was just really starting to get to us. The girl comes out again and tell all the cosplayers to move over to the middle of the parking lot... WHERE ALL THE SUN IS!!! But we move cause we thought they hadsomething good planed, like getting us in through another door or something... and guess what they did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY TOOK PICTURES OF US!! YES! PICTURES!!! We have been out there since 11, it's now 1 o clock! THEY HAVE HAD HOURS!!! THREE FUCKING HOURS TO TAKE PICTURES OF US!!!!!!!! we where trying to resist the heat by lining up in the shade... and they move us to the sun to take some freekin pictures?!!? O_O Someone should really kill these people, we should dress em up in cosplay, you know, those cosplays that requiere you to wear dark colors and long sleeves, tie them up to chairs and leave them n the middle of the fucking, freeking sun for thre hours to see how happy THEY are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone calmed down, we took some pics and then got back to the line. o_o it now almost 2... and... eh.. yeah, the doors are still closed... so in my mind I'm thinking: This really better be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more time goes by (never have I hated the clock more) and finally, just when the crowd starts getting uneasy again, they let the cospayers in... yes O_O just the cosplayers, which for me is just fine cause Im wearing long sleaves and inside it's cool and nice and ther's no sun, but that also leaves Michelle and Duo outside.... JA! That's what happens to them caue they didn't want to wear a cosplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk inside, decide we don't want to partake in the whole cosplay competition and walk in to the so awaited convention....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHaT THE FUCK!!! IT'S EMPTY!!!!  It's empty!!! There is nothing! O_O The only people that are selling and displaying stuff are the ones that came from our city, the people we usually hang out with on the weekends... :S we know their work! We know what they sell and we know what they display!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE PEOPLE FROM THIS CITY?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everyone calmed me down and convinced me not to go kill the people who had organized this, because they made me wait outside in the sun and in the heat for hours and then when they finally let me inside ther's nothing to look at or do, we all decided to make the best of it and just try and enjoy ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajajajajajajajajajajajajajajjaja.... man... all I have to say is: La gente de alla es bien ranchera, es bien aguada y nadie se une a la fiesta! Hicieron cosplays bien chidos, pero :S no habia expositores, no habia ambiente, no habia interespor participar en hacer ambiente asi que pudieron haber traido a Akira Toriyama, CLAMP y Kaori Yuki y aun asi su convencion hubiera apestado por completo!... gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S Well, thing is that, the only good thing they had was the voice of mr burns. We tryed making it fun, but the people there would just look at us as if we where insane (in the bad way, not the good one) and the only time it kinda got good was when they held the cosplay event... but that didn't happen till 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I have to say is, the trip was the most fun I have ever had, but... the convention sucked... some people where nice but as soon as they found out that we where from Juarez they ran as if we had the pleige!! So, all I have to say is, I love you guys and I am so happy we took that trip together, I'm glad we got to have so much fun, and we are going to rock the convention in november here in our own city! Let's show them how it's really done ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Hugz... for mokona and all of you xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115982600322150972?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115982600322150972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115982600322150972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115982600322150972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115982600322150972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-i-got-back-yesterday-from-city-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115950466792825448</id><published>2006-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's me again, here for you reading pleasure (xDD even though I know nobody except wilson reads this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... yesterday was International Pagan Rpide Day... so Yay por me and yay for all the pagans aout there, we live a diffrent time that a couple of years ago, now we may express ourselves withought feer of being burnt... eh.. well.. personally that's still one of my fears xDD but that ain't gonna stop me from loving the Gods... specially the Goddes... why I am so close to her I have no idea... but it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... the 26th was my ex-boyfriend's birthday. I must accept that it hit me harder than I thought... I'm still gathering courage to write to him to say happy Birthday... I'm not sorry about my decision, we are better off as friends but... everything that happened just... keeps hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Broken Vow from Josh Groban... yes, it's kiling me and not talking about it is doing it even more, but I just can't... I can''t talk to anyone about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping lately. I wake up all shaken and nervous but can't remember what I'm dreaming, and the dreams I do remember are very wierd and very uneasy. A friend told me she's been having the same problem... oh well... just part of the job I guess... As I said to you once, sister, we chose to be here, we chose to be who we are, we chose this responsability, now we must see it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I accepted, sometimes I wonder why I took this to be mine. I can't come up with an answer, only a feeling... a feeling of profound love... so I guess I accepted out of love... for whom or what, I don't know, but I feel I'll know when I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a crazy person, always having feeings and acting upon them... why can't I be more of an analitic person?? I would love to see reason in Math and logic... but as someone I would like to kick once said to me: Don't stop doing the things you do because then you will stop being yourself.... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I know your not reading this, but I need to write it down just so ther's a trace of it in the universe: I need to talk to you... I really need to talk to you, I feel like you got something to say and I have something to listen to... even though I want to kick you in the balls. Maybe I can do Both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I rambled on long enugh?? I think I have... he was right as always, my thoughts are scatered everywhere. I need to get them in order... O_O but it's scary in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and hope&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- OMG! I found this real stupid game called The Bible xDDD yes, it's a game for GBA called the bible, you need to play it! It's so fun to see how they brain wash kids!!! xDD I can't stop playing it cause it's just to intresting how they don't concent of violence, but yet they have so much of it... I'm a graphic designer, I know of hidden meanings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115950466792825448?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115950466792825448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115950466792825448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115950466792825448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115950466792825448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-me-again-here-for-you-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115931240817971221</id><published>2006-09-26T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so! I've been having these really intresting conversations with myself, you know, the kind you have in your head when your on the bus or your in your car, in the shower or... watching Gilmore Girls &gt;.&gt;... ok, maybe that last one just applies to me, but I know the others apply to Edna xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Ive been watching TV and anime and listening to songs on the radio and it's like everything is telling me my decision is right and I shoud follow it. I told Bicho today, and as always he didn't say it directly but he did imply that I was crazy and wasn't gonna do it... I guess that's just one more reason for me to succede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom is telling me I can do it, although I think it's kind of unconcious (or however you spell it). I think she knows it's what's best for us, and that its always been a dream of mine since I was little, to go out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I need to resolve the siuation with that infernal ignorant teacher woman from hell... yes Ladies and Gentlemen, SHE did it again! *Big aplause for teacher lady* Some how this time instead of just wanting to strangle her and kill her by beating her with my laptop... she got me to the point of tears, yes... tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely keep myself from crying... That ignorant neanderthal is going to flunk me just because I'm smarter that her and in the process she's gonna flunk Kane-chan just cause she's my best friend... yes, it;s oficial, she flunked kane-chan in the first partial just because she didn't hand in 3 homeworks out of like 7 or 8... and even then, she can't flunk her because homework and partials are two separate things!!!... oh, and here is what almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some kids from my class where explainign the various lives of some famous painters and sculpters. And this guy, starts telling Da Vinci's story, where he was born, who his parents where and balh, blah... the poor guy gets his details mixed up and asks the Teacher: Am I right?? and she responds... I swear on the Goddess this is true... : How should I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O By the GODS!!! is she not the profesor?? IS SHE not the one that was hired to instruct us, help us and teach us?? Cause the last time I checked it was she who was responsible for our learning... and yes, this si the person who has decided that I WILL NOT PASS *comanding gandalf voice*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will defeat her... I just have to see how. I know ther's people backing me up... so I just pray to the Goddess that I may pass with a very good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, I hope that soon you will be able to read more xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and hope.&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115931240817971221?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115931240817971221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115931240817971221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115931240817971221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115931240817971221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-so-ive-been-having-these-really.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115843695746561404</id><published>2006-09-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is one fo those days... those kind of days you know has just changed the rest of you life. I've made a decision. I will leave... my house, because I can not call this a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too much what has driven me to this decision... I can't describe it all, I just know that my mother is right... even though I know she didn't mean it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not continue here, I can not continue to be lose to her because... well... she makes me sick. Not only on the inside, but fisicly. All these health problem I've been having is because I have to deal with her every day. When I was in Vegas I was so at peace... I had my own life... she didn't exist, she wasn't there to yell and insult and I was usefull, what I did mattered. everyone looked at what I did as something good. And since I got here I fell like I can do nothing right, like everyhing I do has something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 months I have to be out of here. I have to have a stable job and an Apartment, the details I will work out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop crying... and it's not because I'm mad... it's just that... it hurts, to look at the road ahead and can't ignore the fact that you're alone... and will have to go thrugh it alone. But I've felt like that all my life, I guess I really can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for my sisters, leaving them alone here... but I am just so damaged and sick that I'm afraid that if I stay here, I will only make them as ill as she has made me... I don't want that, Iloe them too much. They are my life, and they are the reason I still live to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you... I know you care for me, but look at me, I'm just damaged goods, I'm ill... I have this cancer that's ending me on the inside... you really don't want to be with me, you reallt don't want these problems... run... just run as fast as you can so I can't catch up with you... for I can only spread thecancer further, and you have no fault in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a rant... what I would give for it to be like that... but it's not that way, and I have to face it in hope for a better tomorrow. The Pas of exist leads to the towar of wisdome right?? And what you need and everything you feel is just a question of the day... so I pray to the Goddes, my beautifull lady, may I have a better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115843695746561404?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115843695746561404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115843695746561404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115843695746561404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115843695746561404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-one-fo-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115838425267390616</id><published>2006-09-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6288/3745/1600/Beautifulw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6288/3745/320/Beautifulw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend I love very much made this for me, and another one took the picture... jejeje... I guess I wanted to share it with you guys... &gt;.&gt; don't ask why... xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115838425267390616?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115838425267390616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115838425267390616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115838425267390616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115838425267390616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-ask-why.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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-34043085.post-115838281395192384</id><published>2006-09-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jajaja... this is my first rant xDD I just took this  test about what level of dantes inferno I belong in and xDD jaja, I expected it to be the one I got, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:Level  ScorePurgatory  Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo  ModerateLevel 2  Very HighLevel 3  LowLevel 4  Very LowLevel 5  HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis  Very LowLevel 7  HighLevel 8- the Malebolge  HighLevel 9 - Cocytus  Low&lt;br /&gt;Level descriptions: &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html&lt;/a&gt;Take the test: &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... aparently I am lustfull, which I don't really mind since.. wel.. I'd rather be lustfull that any other sins xDD jajajaja... lust is more fun than glutony or envy or wrath... plus xDD I'm not THAT lustfull since I have manage to keep my self a virgin aside myself being already 22 years old... O_O no, I'm not crazy... I gues... I just haven't had the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds corny... but I don't want it to be perfect, I want it to be true and sencere. I want to be sure that in a year or two or three I wont regret having done what I have done. That is how I have lived my life and I won't change it just cause of hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd... The older I get the more I think about sex but the more I decide I'll pospone it... O_O that's the crazy brain for you! u.u those freekin 25 personalities are sure having a tole on me *-* but some of them have pretty voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about pretty voices... last night I dreamed I was singing... and the way I sang, oh Goddess! The way I sang! THAT was my true voice, my soul just pouring itself out with all it's power and glory... someday I will sing like that, someday I will let my voice loose and then... then I will be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a wierd dream abot Kane-chan... I have to tell Luz, and I know what she's gonna tell me: When are you gonna talk to her?... fact is, I don't want to... I don't want to tell anyone ever again! But if my dreams persist, I will begin to throw information at her... I know she knows deep inside... but I also know she won't admit it to herself.... that's why I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for my ramblings.... for now xDD but I'll be back! Muajaja... suffer world!! xDD even though I know no one will read this... jejeje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;AremiBu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043085-115838281395192384?l=aremibu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/feeds/115838281395192384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34043085&amp;postID=115838281395192384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115838281395192384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34043085/posts/default/115838281395192384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aremibu.blogspot.com/2006/09/jajaja.html' title=''/><author><name>AremiBu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977970394261478993</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></feed>
