<?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-7881572</id><updated>2011-12-30T10:34:13.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`•._)Pink Piggy Ballerina(_.•´¯)</title><subtitle type='html'>๑ஐLive as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live foreverஐ๑</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115482686577503190</id><published>2006-08-05T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:10.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>song: Half the Wold Away-Oasismood:  crappyTv Show: the club housefood: twixhope: none</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115482686577503190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115482686577503190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115482686577503190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115482686577503190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/08/song-half-wold-away-oasis-mood-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115388028223408684</id><published>2006-07-25T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:10.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><summary type='text'>5 Things Always in my Purse:1. Daniel Alberto2. Keys3. iPod4. La cosita de roxy con make up5. Cepillo5 Things Always in my Wallet:1. Driver's license2. Contraseña3. Mini lima4. Recibos (de McDon por lo general)5. Tarjeta de Estudiante McDon5 Things Always in my Refrigerator:1. Milk2. Orange Juice3. Onion /Tomatoes4. Finess5. Kiwi beauty kit5 Things Always in my Closet:1. Jeans!2. Pink shirts3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115388028223408684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115388028223408684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115388028223408684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115388028223408684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115370847913496508</id><published>2006-07-23T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:09.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viernes por la noche:</title><summary type='text'>Diez de la noche y me acuesto a dormirpara por la mañana ver el sol saliramanecio ay sol mas na que pedirllame a tom demolition stan y tommy realvamos pa la playa a pasala bien chillcomo a las nueve creo que tabien pa partirllame a un par de compas pa ve si quieren venirla banda se puso mas bigsalimos y nos fuimos juntos pa la playa frenpero de repente habia un retenbaje la velocidad y el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115370847913496508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115370847913496508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115370847913496508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115370847913496508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/viernes-por-la-noche.html' title='Viernes por la noche:'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115341395903448678</id><published>2006-07-20T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:08.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que no se me olvide</title><summary type='text'>Sólo somos "amigos"... No hay riesgos, el sindrome de Arboleda no es aplicable, y espero que no lo sea por ahora. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115341395903448678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115341395903448678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115341395903448678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115341395903448678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-que-no-se-me-olvide.html' title='Para que no se me olvide'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115341268529063928</id><published>2006-07-20T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:08.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>FALSA ALARMA!De todas formas gracias por tratar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115341268529063928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115341268529063928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115341268529063928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115341268529063928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_20.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115315209584909620</id><published>2006-07-17T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:08.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..:: Foolishness ::..</title><summary type='text'> ..:: Foolishness ::..Thanks to you, I can dream, dream againThanks to what I did to you, I'm begining to know,to know my conscience Thanks to what we've shared, I'm starting to feel,feel again.Thanks to those feelings,I cant say I'm in love, in love again!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115315209584909620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115315209584909620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115315209584909620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115315209584909620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/foolishness.html' title='..:: Foolishness ::..'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115249624056647935</id><published>2006-07-09T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:07.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><summary type='text'>Hello Ana Maria,We would like to say a warm hello and welcome to ourfamily.  I am sending a few pictures just to give you a preview of who weare and give you an idea of the place where you will live.A road trip (drive) we drove through the countryside andstopped at ice cream stores.  Sarah is in the front she just turned 9,Helen is wearing red pants - she is your host mother. Song-Yi is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115249624056647935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115249624056647935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115249624056647935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115249624056647935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115249504585171987</id><published>2006-07-06T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:07.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Red Deer</title><summary type='text'>Student Placement:  Ana Martinez, F, Colombia, Grade 12, LTHS             HOST FAMILY PROFILELast Name :                      &lt;!--[if supportFields]&gt; FORMTEXT &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportNestedAnchors]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Price &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;  FFFFFFFF0000000014000500540065007800740031000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if supportFields]&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;     Name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115249504585171987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115249504585171987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115249504585171987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115249504585171987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/07/destination-red-deer.html' title='Destination: Red Deer'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115260168043377779</id><published>2006-06-23T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:08.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Despues de 13 años</title><summary type='text'>No me gané todos los premios como Kty Q o A.A.No quiero salir como siempre pensé que sería.No esta Juli en la misma fila que todas nosotras.No voy a entrar a la Universidad.Se acabaron las siestas en la Playita,las bajadas a la máquina,las escapadas del colegio,las visitas a rodri en uniforme,la cruzada mamona del puente,el uniforme,el transporte escolar,el bosque del colegio,Inesita y sus medias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115260168043377779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115260168043377779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115260168043377779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115260168043377779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/06/despues-de-13-aos.html' title='Despues de 13 años'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115004523965870645</id><published>2006-06-11T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:03.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping????????????</title><summary type='text'>Pues de eso no tenía mucho, no habian carpas, no habian suficientes sleepings... sólo la fogata, la idea del plan y la comida.No se necesita mucho para divertirse... con suficiente  trago (preferiblemente no Robitoussine), el frío tan anormal, los mosquitos, la fogata, la leña escasa, y el ambiente, tuviemos el mejor paseo.Que vaina, perdí un arete... pero me gané una pulsera.Que vaina, no tenía </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115004523965870645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115004523965870645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115004523965870645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115004523965870645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/06/camping.html' title='Camping????????????'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-115004321159670284</id><published>2006-06-11T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:02.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.   Maria Robinson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/115004321159670284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=115004321159670284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115004321159670284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/115004321159670284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114701825857353491</id><published>2006-05-07T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:02.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Nasty...2!!</title><summary type='text'>La sombrilla de concesionario de "John", Gimnasianas en uniforme fumando en la 82 (no, no, no good!), el dibujo pintado en mi pie y el grabado en el de juli, las horas en la peluquería,  la super lenta doctora, el cafe possessed, el contacto con el mesero argentino, la lluvia y la crisis de taxis en la ciudad, el cafe muy dulce de dunkin, el regalo para dayego; el cuarto con el cuadro sicodélico,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114701825857353491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114701825857353491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114701825857353491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114701825857353491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-nasty2.html' title='So Nasty...2!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114653237916805937</id><published>2006-05-01T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:02.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo hoooo!</title><summary type='text'>A pesar de que Transmilenio es la mejor prueba de la capacidad de compresión y embutición del ser humano...A pesar de que quedamos separadas por un gigante negro, no sabrosón, de 2 metros de altura y de muy dudosa reputación...A pesar de que mis zapatos me hicieron, otra vez, ayayaís...A pesar de que los de Juli eran altos y me sentí más enana de lo normal...A pesar de que el hombre del Mayor de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114653237916805937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114653237916805937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114653237916805937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114653237916805937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/05/wooo-hoooo.html' title='Wooo hoooo!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114574727320482204</id><published>2006-04-22T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:02.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><summary type='text'>7 Razones paraNo ir al prom:    1. Vestido A: Inaccesible    2. Vestido B: Me vería como un repollo morado    3. Parejo A: No va a venir    4. Parejo B: Se va de viaje    5. Esta fuera de mi alcance vender 9 boletas    6. 50 mil pesos pueden ser mejor invertidos (e.g: Criterión)    7. Podré criticar los vestidos viendo las fotosQue no te saquen las amigdalas:    1. Duele MUCHO    2. No es posible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114574727320482204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114574727320482204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114574727320482204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114574727320482204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/04/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114452245477771467</id><published>2006-04-08T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:02.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>I cannot write with you in my mind.. so please.. just leave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114452245477771467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114452245477771467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114452245477771467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114452245477771467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114373245898305409</id><published>2006-03-30T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:01.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week facts</title><summary type='text'>El ICFES es lo peor, es más, a partir del domingo es una nueva sentencia del Régimen del Terror (Muajajajajaja te condendo a 120 ICFES!)Las supuestas hamburguesas igualitas a las del Corral, de la Javeriana, son un fraude, intoxican a la gente, y las entregan cruda.Siempre se deben tener provisiones alimenticias, no importa el dia, el momento ni lLas volquetas, camionetas, busetas etc, también se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114373245898305409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114373245898305409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114373245898305409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114373245898305409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-week-facts.html' title='This week facts'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114323687575635955</id><published>2006-03-24T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:12:01.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hasta la proxima"</title><summary type='text'>Más allá de la bimestral de física, de la gimnasia semi pasiva de trudy, de sus peticiones, de lo prohibido y lo permitido, del adiós de la excursión, de la lluvia constante, del 5 de Hisotria del Arte, del 5 de Seminario de Historia, del 3 de Quimica, del reporte cómico de juli, de la miedosa conversación con Diana, del factor sorpresa, de las quejas donde Betty Farm, de la crísis causada por el</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114323687575635955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Well its actually not as easy as it seems, first of all you have to be aware that this is not a lesson to wave your hand in a particular way just to say "see you soon" ....I mean a real one, the one that hurts but its for the best.There are a few steps you should follow...Think it through, its not giving your back on someone for a while...its for a long time...this is a decision  you have to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114316853726613067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114316853726613067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114316853726613067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114316853726613067'/><link 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Física 6Religión 9Actividades 9Historia del Arte 16Probabilidad 18Seminario Historia 18Seminario de Medios 18Seminario de Filosofía 18Sociales 23Física  24Química 26Filosofía 30Cálculo 32 Español 36Ingles 46</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114313531293116343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114313531293116343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114313531293116343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114313531293116343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/muajajajaja.html' title='Muajajajaja'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114221127244443988</id><published>2006-03-12T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:59.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaand done!</title><summary type='text'>Qué puedo decir... Un fin de semana MUY raro. Empecemos por mencionar el hecho de que tuve una semana muy al estilo de las de recuperación, o en su defecto, como las dos ultimas semanas de colegio: no hice ni mi***!! Además de ser ley seca, no se podía hacer nada el viernes: el sabado era el FCE (First Certificate in English) y debía estar tranquila, nada de hungover ni nda por el estilo... y de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114221127244443988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114221127244443988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114221127244443988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114221127244443988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaand-done.html' title='Aaand done!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114196488517235962</id><published>2006-03-09T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:59.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we still wonder...</title><summary type='text'>-Its a simple question...  Is there anything left of all the love you once said you felt? or you just lied,   I really felt it...it was amazing but now its unbelievable how everything's changed...and you still dont know what you feel. Well let me tell you something you let all the love I felt die just because for some strange reason I'm never gonna be good enough for you.   I just hope that now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114196488517235962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114196488517235962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114196488517235962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114196488517235962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/because-we-still-wonder.html' title='Because we still wonder...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114186082863083591</id><published>2006-03-08T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:59.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocoramo</title><summary type='text'>Cuenta la leyenda que el señor Rafael Molano soltaba el lápiz a las 12 en punto, echaba la silla hacia atrás y se agachaba para sacar el portacomidas del último cajón del escritorio. Entonces le decía permisito doctor a la silueta que se recortaba del otro lado del vidrio esmerilado, silueta que respondía siga Molano, y se dirigía al comedor en donde tras colgar el saco del espaldar de la silla, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114186082863083591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114186082863083591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114186082863083591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114186082863083591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/chocoramo.html' title='Chocoramo'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114168263727906383</id><published>2006-03-06T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:59.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As memorial...</title><summary type='text'>.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}Wonderwall by OasisGet Music Video Codes by VideoCodeLibrary.comFree wallpapers &amp; screensavers from AddThemes.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114168263727906383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114168263727906383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114168263727906383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114168263727906383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-memorial.html' title='As memorial...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114166796671482929</id><published>2006-03-06T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:59.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And... Party!!!</title><summary type='text'>5 de Marzo: Día tradicional de la fiesta de cumpleaños de Maca O. Este año, dadas las remodelaciones  hechas en su apartamento,  el plan cambió, pero de todas formas, nos divertimos. Para la gran mayoría, el día fue el bazar, y la noche el ponqué de Maca, pero para mí, las cosas fueron un poco diferentes.El día fue un super almuerzo, y la noche... además del ponqué y la coca-cola, también fue el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114166796671482929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114166796671482929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114166796671482929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114166796671482929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-party.html' title='And... Party!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114158526576526245</id><published>2006-03-05T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:58.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasselhoff of My Day</title><summary type='text'>Some people stand in the darknessAfraid to step into the lightSome people need to help somebodyWhen the edge of surrender's in sight..Don't you worry! Its gonna be alright'cause I'm always ready,I won't let you out of my sight.I'll be ready (I'll be ready)Never you fear (no don't you fear)I'll be ready Forever and alwaysI'm always here.-Hasselhoff (1989)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114158526576526245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114158526576526245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114158526576526245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114158526576526245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/hasselhoff-of-my-day.html' title='Hasselhoff of My Day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114152095993850721</id><published>2006-03-04T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:58.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>What to say... What not to say?Lo que hay que saber:hmmm se me quedó la cédula en mi casaa!! (Un restooo)Juan Diego, el nuevo hombre de mi vida y mesero atractivoStrawberry Daikiri, que lo único que tenía rico, era que lo servía Juan Diego (y además... no tenía casi trago)"Es un placer atenderte..." y la respuesta "Es un placer verte"El olor de Henry...La idiotez de PeterEl limónEL descubrimiento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114152095993850721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114152095993850721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114152095993850721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114152095993850721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114135345126883249</id><published>2006-03-02T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:58.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FORO?</title><summary type='text'>Pues... de la participación, solo puedo decir nula, me dió sueño y todo.Empezó el día con una  aterradora y fría fila generalen donde además de contarnos  lo que ya sabíamos, nos enteramos que si nos disfrazamos el día del bazar y ganamos, Olga Lú (Aquella pecualiar persona, llena de dichos de cajon que tiene la misteriosa costumbre de volverse bruja en clase de química, y que un gran número de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114135345126883249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114135345126883249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114135345126883249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114135345126883249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/03/foro.html' title='FORO?'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114118266073519091</id><published>2006-02-28T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque se acabó...</title><summary type='text'>Sí, se acabó febreroSe acabó  BiologíaSe acabó sociales y su profesoraSe acabó la química feaSe acabó la pacienciaSe acabó la ilegalidad de los permisosSe acabó Carmenza (Carmencita o Castorcita) dejándonos salirSe acabó  el solSe acabó el tiempo...Ya es el icfes (Universidad Javeriana, Ed. Arboleda, Salón 411)ya es lunes (Sí, no hay colegio, pero hay preicfes)ya es educación física (Tiempo para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114118266073519091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114118266073519091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114118266073519091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114118266073519091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/porque-se-acab.html' title='Porque se acabó...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114079907900525877</id><published>2006-02-24T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:58.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ji ji ji</title><summary type='text'>http://piggyfreakystuff.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114079907900525877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114079907900525877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114079907900525877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114079907900525877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/ji-ji-ji.html' title='ji ji ji'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114056807478333559</id><published>2006-02-21T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:57.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3...aaaand flashback!!</title><summary type='text'>Si gente, ayer, además de ser el cumpleaños de Caro Supelano, de divertirme, mofarme e insolarme, fui víctima del flashback más raro que cualquiera puede experimentar, hasta el punto de poderse llamar horripilante. No sólo tocó temas un poco difíciles, sino muy poco discutibles, y menos con los mejores amigos de los implicados. Sí... estaba insolada, bastante hiperactiva (como suele suceder) y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114056807478333559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114056807478333559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114056807478333559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114056807478333559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-2-3aaaand-flashback.html' title='1, 2, 3...aaaand flashback!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114039955283311494</id><published>2006-02-19T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:57.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>60</title><summary type='text'>Porque mañana cumple caro superass...Porque es el 60...Porque lo exhumé y lo volví a enterrar...Porque ellas los enterraron también...Porque la quitó y yo la dejé...Porque él va a "The Street" y yo a la T...Porque me divierto ahora más que nunca...Porque quiero, puedo y no me da miedo hay que recordar lo siguiente:El "Puta Madre" del Mexican BoyEl 911 de la confusión de MargsEl Negrito San JuanLa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114039955283311494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114039955283311494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114039955283311494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114039955283311494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/60.html' title='60'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113980136711183703</id><published>2006-02-16T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:56.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colegio parte B</title><summary type='text'>Abajo del escalón, que le da ese predilecto poder a Diana, nos encontramos nosotras, las fosforecentes y las otras...Si nosotras, las que morimos de frío todas las mañanas con  el uniforme de mantel azul, las medias de conejo blancas, los zapatos originalmente azules (pero actualmente cubiertos por cualquier tipo de mensaje), el saco azul con un gigantesco escudo, y para nuestra fortuna, una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113980136711183703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113980136711183703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113980136711183703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113980136711183703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/colegio-parte-b.html' title='Colegio parte B'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-114006133524544079</id><published>2006-02-14T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:57.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day???</title><summary type='text'>I've just remebered...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/114006133524544079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=114006133524544079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114006133524544079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/114006133524544079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day???'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113977904112953366</id><published>2006-02-12T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:56.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La fiesta del Año...</title><summary type='text'>Si vas a la fiesta de Aparicio con nosotras no se te olvide:Que Linis va desbocada en una bicicleta que se convierte rápidamente en motoQue a kty es a la única que no le gusta sacar la lengua!Que Kty Q, definitivamente no contó los días para ver a Dani Faja, como se creíaQue lo primero que vas a querer decir es algo como "Rodri es divinooo!"Que lo primero que vas a oír es un "Es que lo odiooo! o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113977904112953366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113977904112953366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113977904112953366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113977904112953366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-fiesta-del-ao.html' title='La fiesta del Año...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113962385969452392</id><published>2006-02-10T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:56.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wall...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113962385969452392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113962385969452392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113962385969452392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113962385969452392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-wall.html' title='My Wall...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113953345194606290</id><published>2006-02-09T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:56.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Colegio...</title><summary type='text'>Si, el Gimnasio Femenino... donde paso como nueve horas diarias, y sí, donde conocí al diablo, y claro, a sus fieles seguidroes; donde conocí una de las obras maestras de quien quiera que sea nuestro creador, y donde sin duda, he pasado muchos de los grandes momentos, tales como este: mientras ellas mueren lentamente bajo el sol, bajo el dominio del diablo, y bajo la presencia de la poseída y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113953345194606290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113953345194606290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113953345194606290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113953345194606290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/el-colegio.html' title='El Colegio...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113891634369089633</id><published>2006-02-02T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:55.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusión: La Vida</title><summary type='text'>Producto de una interminable clase de filosofía con don "Mao coquetón", en medio de los juegos de nuestra infancia, tales como Cebollitas, Batalla Naval (en donde cosas horrorosas ocurren), y las risas reprimidas, que tenían que salir, justo cuando Mao coquetón se aterra de vernos escribiendo (claro, nos cogió con las manos en la masa, pero por fortuna acababamos de empezar una hoja).Conclusión: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113891634369089633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113891634369089633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113891634369089633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113891634369089633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/02/conclusin-la-vida.html' title='Conclusión: La Vida'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113798460065020528</id><published>2006-01-22T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:55.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      ME MARCA:  Expresión popular  usada para designar objetos y/o momentos extremadamente inusuales. Suele tener leves tonos de mofa, sentido de lobera, asco o todas las anteriores, aunque en ciertos casos puede ser sencillamente una sorpresa inusitada.   Hay evidencia que fue usado por primera vez por la alumna María Fernanda Forero, de 1101, en el último semestre de 2005. Aunque al principio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113798460065020528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113798460065020528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113798460065020528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113798460065020528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-marca-expresin-popular-usada-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113791010444465857</id><published>2006-01-21T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:54.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the day</title><summary type='text'>  Yesterday: SadToday: Excellent  What a day!! A pesar de la levantada a las 5:15 am porque a Diego se le olvidó apagar su despertador, de las horribles manchas como de mermelada en mi cara, producto, seguramente, de lo que aún mis padres no creen que tengo, del Fuckin' PreICfes de shit, al cual llegué tarde, fue con seguridad el mejor dia de mucho tiempo.Gracias Kty baby y a Linis, nos mofamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113791010444465857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113791010444465857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113791010444465857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113791010444465857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/highlights-of-day.html' title='Highlights of the day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113771373273200650</id><published>2006-01-19T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:54.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink?</title><summary type='text'>El término marrano se refiere a los sefardíes, judíos de la península Ibérica obligados a convertirse al cristianismo, ya sea por coerción debido a la cruel persecución sufrida por los judíos por parte de la Inquisición española o de manera aparente. Muchos de los denominados marranos mantuvieron sus tradiciones como judíos ocultos, profesando públicamente el catolicismo, pero en privado aún </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113771373273200650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113771373273200650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113771373273200650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113771373273200650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/oink-oink.html' title='Oink Oink?'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113755570493671044</id><published>2006-01-17T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm in my head</title><summary type='text'>Por Ti-                                            BelanovaNo voy a llorar-                             Comando TiburónJumper-                                         Third Eye BlindNo Más-                                          Los de AdentroDon't Bother-                                 ShakiraThe Closest Thing -                      The Juliana TheoryDía Lejano-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113755570493671044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113755570493671044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113755570493671044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113755570493671044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/storm-in-my-head_17.html' title='The Storm in my head'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113747425430612916</id><published>2006-01-16T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:53.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOLO DIME SI TE LLEGÓ EL SOBRE, por favor...SOLO DIME, si te llegó, QUE LO LEISTE...porque SOLO ASÍ, no me importa que LO ULTIMO QUE HAYAS DICHO SEA shut up!porque SOLO ASÍ, no me arrepiento, NO escondo NADAporque SOLO ASÍ NO ME IMPORTA QUE NO ME HABLES Y TE ESCONDASporque SOLO ASÍ NO ME IMPORTA HABERTE CREIDO TODOporque SOLO ASÍ SE QUE LO LOGRÉ...POR FAVOR DIME... en serio trata.... NO ES TAN </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113747425430612916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113747425430612916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113747425430612916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113747425430612916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/solo-dime-si-te-lleg-el-sobre-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113746404768261448</id><published>2006-01-16T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:52.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Linguistic Profile:60% General American English25% Yankee10% Dixie5% Upper Midwestern0% MidwesternWhat Kind of American English Do You Speak?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113746404768261448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113746404768261448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113746404768261448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113746404768261448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-linguistic-profile-60-general.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113693897612381960</id><published>2006-01-10T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:52.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm decepción? confusión? desesperación? extinción? o sólo conclusión?</title><summary type='text'>No creí que pudiera llegar a vivir esto.No creí que pudiera tener el lujo de verlo pasar.No creí que pudiera no afectarme.No creí que te pudiera dejar de quererNi creí que fuera mutuo.Pero, después de todo, tu lo dijiste.La verdadera perfección tiene que ser imperfecta.Me mostraste ambas... una después de la otrapero me quedé en la mitadtratando de dejar atras la primera, y de alcanzar la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113693897612381960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113693897612381960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113693897612381960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113693897612381960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmm-decepcin-confusin-desesperacin.html' title='hmmm decepción? confusión? desesperación? extinción? o sólo conclusión?'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113685931947003672</id><published>2006-01-09T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:52.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START STORY CONTENT TABLE --&gt; &lt;!-- Start Print and Email Table --&gt;Last Update: Thursday, January 6, 2005. 4:00pm (AEDT)     US archaeologists accused of plagiarism    A Peruvian archaeologist has accused two US archaeologists of plagiarising her work on the Caral complex, recently determined to be the oldest site in the Americas.  The official news agency Andina reported Ruth Shady accused </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113685931947003672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113685931947003672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113685931947003672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113685931947003672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-update-thursday-january-6-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113621212064660700</id><published>2006-01-02T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:51.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year! I hope you had a good time partying - believe it or not I actually fell asleep before midnight. I know i know - its very lame. I guess I'll have to make up for it next year. Anyways here are my new year resolutions:Mantener mi blogIrme a Far Far Away LandSmile more oftenAhorrar másCuidar a Checho Martín Aguacata Ag. RakataWork HarderAdquirir más independencia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113621212064660700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113621212064660700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113621212064660700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113621212064660700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113573896086808163</id><published>2005-12-27T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:51.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You meet someone in your life.. at some point..  everything is amazing.. you become firm friends..  but there's obvious chemistry there..  Feelings; some expressed, some left unsaid..  and you can visualize a future too..  -  Then hurdles appear..  mofo misunderstandings..  you even lose touch..  -  You still think of that person...  you remember them..  you wish day-in, day-out to bump into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113573896086808163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113573896086808163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113573896086808163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113573896086808163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-meet-someone-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113573860913421477</id><published>2005-12-27T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:51.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6...7...</title><summary type='text'>Siete cosas que quiero hacer antes de morirme:Decirle la verdad Vivir far far away from here Casarme (con un negrito sabrosón , en lo posible) Ir a la India, Thailandia etc. Pasar un día con él y poder superarlo Comprar una línea completa de LVs Hacer un recorrido por los 20 restaurantes en los que quiero comerSiete cosas que no puedo hacer: Dejar de Comer Comer en un "Corrientazo" Pasar Química </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113573860913421477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113573860913421477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113573860913421477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113573860913421477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/67.html' title='6...7...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113555823572881293</id><published>2005-12-25T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:51.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday: DifficultToday: SilentSí, se me había olvidado porque la Navidad y yo no somos compatibles. Afortunadamente fue así, mi espíritu navideño vivió lo suficiente, pero no tan afortunadamente me acordé, aunque ya por lo menos sé que es la última en bastante tiempo por acá. El próximo año, maybe Kangaroo land, maybe Cape Code, Johannesburg, Washington, New York, Boston,  Athens, Saskatoon, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113555823572881293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113555823572881293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113555823572881293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113555823572881293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/highlights-of-day_25.html' title='Highlights of the day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113546118739762606</id><published>2005-12-24T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:50.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz de Espíritu Navideño Globalizado</title><summary type='text'>Favor Responder las siguientes preguntas...Cualquier duda, Doris, la asistente privada de Papá Noel, es la encargada de resolverla (la consigue marcando 1-800-POLONORTE, Ext. DORIS) Por Favor, sea honesto... es Navidad!1. Le envió la carta a Papá Noel    a. Hace mucho  b. Hace 1 semana  c. Ayer  d. No le mandó carta a Papi NoelSi su respuesta no es la D, pase al numeral 2, de lo contrario, salte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113546118739762606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113546118739762606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113546118739762606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113546118739762606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiz-de-espritu-navideo-globalizado.html' title='Quiz de Espíritu Navideño Globalizado'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113527350703054516</id><published>2005-12-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:50.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, you   Are you listening to me?I gotta tell you just what you mean to meYou're the one I wanna tell my secrets toHey, You!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113527350703054516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113527350703054516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113527350703054516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113527350703054516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-you-are-you-listening-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113496317796983449</id><published>2005-12-18T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:50.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everything's too cold...but you're so hot"</title><summary type='text'>She wrote it to him... but it so great, I must share it with u....   "You’re smile is like the sun to meSo bright it’s weakeningBut so sweetBut of all that you would like from meA smile and be okaySorry, it’s taken me everydayTo accept that I have to saySay no"-Kty G   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113496317796983449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113496317796983449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113496317796983449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113496317796983449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/everythings-too-coldbut-youre-so-hot.html' title='&quot;Everything&apos;s too cold...but you&apos;re so hot&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113453108867246435</id><published>2005-12-13T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:49.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I don't want a lot for Christmas   There is just one thing I needI don't care about presentsUnderneath the Christmas treeI just want you for my ownMore than you could ever knowMake my wish come true ...All I want for ChristmasIs you ...And yes, Its Christmas!!! is it to obvious-? Im TOO happy.So here's a list of the things that made my day very very happy:         All I want for Christmas is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113453108867246435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113453108867246435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113453108867246435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113453108867246435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-day-of-christmas.html' title='First day of Christmas'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113444476813442117</id><published>2005-12-12T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:48.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday: BusyToday:  weird      Noticed how much I missed the sun...'cause finally, it didn’t rain!!!   Got annoyed with lunch's silence…and disappointed to see that they were not massacring snowmen, they were putting that silly thing to 'improve' the sound...    Enjoyed the advantages that come together with being polite and “nice” with teachers.   Cheered up because I won’t have to go to mass</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113444476813442117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113444476813442117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113444476813442117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113444476813442117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/highlights-of-day_12.html' title='Highlights of the day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113433884983270176</id><published>2005-12-11T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key...</title><summary type='text'>Don't complain - life's unfair. Smile and laugh at any excuse - no knowing when you will be happy again. Suck it up - it goes with being a man. Remember people who do you favors - repay them manifold whenever you can. Learn from your mistakes - better yet from other people's mistakes. Success is equal parts will and skill. To succeed, surround yourself with smart people and do everything you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113433884983270176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113433884983270176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113433884983270176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113433884983270176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/key.html' title='The Key...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113418931779712161</id><published>2005-12-09T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:48.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the lost one</title><summary type='text'>Si supieras que me gusta la noche, sólo porque en ella me acompañas túsi supieras que toda la noche espero oir la cancón que suena cuando llegas túsi supieras que toda mi vida gira (erróneamente) en función de tisi supieras que a pesar de que diga lo contrario, me encantassi supieras que eres el mismo de ayer, y de hace muchos mesessi supieras que lo unico que me cambia, eres túsi supieras que lo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113418931779712161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113418931779712161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113418931779712161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113418931779712161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-lost-one.html' title='To the lost one'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113417941787595559</id><published>2005-12-09T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:47.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las cosas Si pueden cambiar</title><summary type='text'>Regularmente, uno suele pensar que hay ciertas cosas que uno no puede cambiar, y en efecto no puede; sin embargo hay factores que si pueden cambair las situaciones, y sobre todas las cosas, los sentimientos.Los míos tienen la particularidad de cambiar con suma frecuencia, al igual que yo. Estoy segura, que cada día soy diferente, que todos los somos. Sólo conservamos entonces ciertas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113417941787595559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113417941787595559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113417941787595559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113417941787595559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/las-cosas-si-pueden-cambiar.html' title='Las cosas Si pueden cambiar'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113401615338222140</id><published>2005-12-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:47.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights of the day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday: HellToday: Hilarious   &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;    Realized she's hyper jealous, and in fact, she miss my brownies! (Lero lero!!)       Found out that “La Trucha” is not that mean, in fact, she’s in our side.   Felt bad all day ‘cause I did not say everything that is on my mind.       Had fun while working in our math term test, and afterwards during the committee meeting.        Enjoyed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113401615338222140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113401615338222140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113401615338222140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113401615338222140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/highlights-of-day.html' title='highlights of the day'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113383393202414819</id><published>2005-12-05T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:47.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Si también la tiene en versión verde...TOO MUCH!!! but delicious!!! hahaha(es la misma foto, pero ¿cómo lo hizo? es la pregunta de la temporada)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113383393202414819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113383393202414819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113383393202414819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113383393202414819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok.html' title='OK!!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113357825575004371</id><published>2005-12-02T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:46.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waiting for you, is like waiting for rain in this drought...useless and dissapointing --A Cinderella Story--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113357825575004371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113357825575004371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113357825575004371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113357825575004371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/12/waiting-for-you-is-like-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-113304456651383745</id><published>2005-11-26T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:46.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5...4...3...2..1...</title><summary type='text'>Los 5 mejores postres:    Creme Brulée   Mousse de chocolate   Ice Cream   Gelatina de frambuesa con manzana (de Lole)   Crepe Mont Blanc   Los 5 mejores libros:    The Rise andFall of great powers-Paul Kennedy    1984-George Orwell   Parece que va a Llover-Ricardo Silva Romero.   Animal Farm-George Orwell   The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants-Ann Brashares  Los 5 mejores Restaurantes:   Luna</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/113304456651383745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=113304456651383745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113304456651383745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/113304456651383745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/11/54321_26.html' title='5...4...3...2..1...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112951663941964274</id><published>2005-10-16T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:45.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><summary type='text'>OK, si, este tipo de cosas, ME MARCAN LA VIDA, en serio.Quién dijo que no hay forma de regresar al pasado?Quién lo dijo, esta ciertamente equivocado. Después de ver esto, es como si me hubiera ido de viaje con los marcianos, y me hubieran dejado tres años atras, y 10 minutos después seguir allá!!!! Así, me marca la vida en serio.  Si lo reconocen... tal vez les pase lo mismo, solo que en un grado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112951663941964274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112951663941964274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112951663941964274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112951663941964274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/10/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112804375878871590</id><published>2005-09-29T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando vayas de Camping...</title><summary type='text'>       Llañy.. yo se que también querías!! Cosas importantes que HAY que tener en cuenta:     No llevar pantalones blancos por NADA del mundo   Ir preparada/o para no bañarse      Llevar deliciosas provisiones, incluyendo Chicles, porque es probable que el agua no sepa muy ricoPuedes perder un ojo y medio y ser atacado por una naranja/mandarina/ limón o frutal calentano    Preparase para los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112804375878871590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112804375878871590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112804375878871590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112804375878871590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/cuando-vayas-de-camping.html' title='Cuando vayas de Camping...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112794464437312385</id><published>2005-09-28T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:45.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Día Gimnasiano</title><summary type='text'>----Close up please--- ---Después de todo, vamos a ganar como siempre---  Haciendo lo de la galería-Día Gimnasiano--Por favor no más pegastick!!!!!!!-- -Haciendo lo de la galería-Día Gimnasiano</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112794464437312385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112794464437312385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112794464437312385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112794464437312385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/da-gimnasiano.html' title='Día Gimnasiano'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112691006615372222</id><published>2005-09-16T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:44.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta!!</title><summary type='text'>IngredientesPasta para 4 personas    Fondo de Ave               100cc   Crema de leche            200gr   Mantequilla                   1 Tza.   1/2 cebolla picada   1 diente de ajo   Tomates en concassé    500gr   Albahaca   Sal y Pimienta   Aceite de Oliva  En una olla de tamaño mediano, reducir el fondo a 1/3. Agregar la crema y dejar reducir a fuego lento, vigilar que no se corte. Retirar del</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112691006615372222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112691006615372222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112691006615372222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112691006615372222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/pasta.html' title='Pasta!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112647576352444008</id><published>2005-09-11T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:44.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's better to sleep,   because I'm able to see,   It's better to sleep,  because I'm able to dream    In my reality, I miss you  but in my dreams, I can only see you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112647576352444008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112647576352444008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-better-to-sleep-because-im-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112570683009685117</id><published>2005-09-02T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:44.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's</title><summary type='text'>Since 1954, the world has been hearing a brilliant phrase: "Melts in your mouth, not in your hands", and we all know what I'm talking about: M&amp;M'S!It's and endless story: you  save for a few days, until finally you buy a bag...if you're depressed, you would probably eat them all at once..if you're happy, you would share allif you're watching a movie, they wouldn't  make it to the endif you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112570683009685117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112570683009685117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112570683009685117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112570683009685117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/mms.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112570099411766553</id><published>2005-09-02T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:43.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will never be enough</title><summary type='text'>I had  701,280 minutes,11,688 hours,487 days,16 months1 year and four months...It wasn't enough time,not enough moments,not enough of him...Life it self it's kind of shortit'll never be enoughand saying bye-byejust make it worse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112570099411766553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112570099411766553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112570099411766553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112570099411766553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-will-never-be-enough.html' title='Time will never be enough'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112399178594825894</id><published>2005-08-13T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:43.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PiNk!!</title><summary type='text'>Pink cheeks, pink cats, pink flowers, pink clothes, pink dreams, pink friends, pink curtains, pink food... pink pink pink...lets face it: we owe a lot to PiNk!!  Pink cats, I keep one for my own...Pink flowers, to light the rides...Pink clothes, to dress and express...Pink dreams, almost every nightPink friends, uhm not many, but a fewPink curtains, to keep on hidingPink food, oh just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112399178594825894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112399178594825894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112399178594825894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112399178594825894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/08/pink.html' title='PiNk!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112354566458924013</id><published>2005-08-08T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:43.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Si de colores se trata...</title><summary type='text'>COLORES, COLORESEl mundo seria aburrido y triste sin colores Sin el arcoiris que pinta las flores Sin el cielo azul y las nubes rojas Sin el verde vida que pinta las ojas El mundo seria aburrido y triste sin colores Hay colores de piel, colores de ojos, Colores de pelo, colores, colores Pero el mismo color, nos pinta por dentro Los mismos colores en los sentimientos El mundo sería aburrido y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112354566458924013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112354566458924013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112354566458924013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112354566458924013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/08/si-de-colores-se-trata.html' title='Si de colores se trata...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112303024930762269</id><published>2005-08-02T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:43.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All a Game</title><summary type='text'>In the Life Game, it's all possible, it is as real as our own lifes, except for one thing: we control ourselves, what we live, what we want to be...    Keep on playing, get lost, find yourself, and come back, before, you can choose: blue or pink, drive or get a ride, work or keep on waiting to win the lottery.. be like the rest, or be yourself...    You can be that cheerfull happy egg that makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112303024930762269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112303024930762269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112303024930762269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112303024930762269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-all-game.html' title='It&apos;s All a Game'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112274989688248200</id><published>2005-07-30T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:42.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I better keep on dancing... on my own</title><summary type='text'>It isn't enough for them, specially for her, to know they've lied, but they keep on doing it... and they think you are as silly enough to believe what they say, but you don't, you just don't say anything, but you think quietly for yourself something like "and I thought they were the greatest people..." and continue with something like "Once again I was used by someone I once called friend" just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112274989688248200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112274989688248200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112274989688248200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112274989688248200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-better-keep-on-dancing-on-my-own.html' title='I better keep on dancing... on my own'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112191182638901443</id><published>2005-07-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:42.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old.. Same old</title><summary type='text'>I used to believe that nothing was hard, but these days I'm not sure. I thought I had great friends, but now, I'm not sure. I never thought, I never believed that when everything turned black, He (Old chanch) and Daniel"a" would be the only ones near, but instead some other people. I never believed in the power of family, but now I know, not only how good it is to have one, but I wish I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112191182638901443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112191182638901443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112191182638901443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112191182638901443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old.. Same old'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112182257451509300</id><published>2005-07-19T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:42.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days</title><summary type='text'>That's it... six days ago he's gone and I'm alone!He left before saying bye bye, and that is just not fair!!I wish I could hate him, but I don't, in fact I only hate myself for hoping for more..everything's blackeverything hurtseverything sucksI wish it was all a dream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112182257451509300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112182257451509300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112182257451509300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112182257451509300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/6-days.html' title='6 days'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112153458639215461</id><published>2005-07-16T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:42.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Usted</title><summary type='text'>Usted Diego Torres Usted fue siempre así, tan temperamentalUsted me ha dicho tantas cosas que jamás podré olvidarUsted me hizo a mí pensar, aunque sea tarde ya lo séLe agradezco que haya sido todo lo que fue. Porque usted me hizo enfrentar con lo peor de mí Y en mi lado mas oscuro me descubríNo olvide que lo esperoNo espere que lo olvideSi por usted me muero, me muero cuando ríe corazónNo olvide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112153458639215461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112153458639215461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112153458639215461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112153458639215461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/usted.html' title='Usted'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112119549039134053</id><published>2005-07-12T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:41.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to rember...</title><summary type='text'>If u're not feeling very very happy, you better know this, and remeber it...   No man is an island   Let it flow   No matter how lousy life gets, you ALWAYS have at least one genuine friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112119549039134053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112119549039134053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112119549039134053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112119549039134053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-rember.html' title='to rember...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112087883184000604</id><published>2005-07-08T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:41.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap, Crap and only Crap!</title><summary type='text'>Crappy day, crappy life, crappy dreams, crappy future. I don't even wan't to wake up anymore... I don't deserve the sunshine rays, I don't deserve anything. Seriously, there's something wrong, and the only one who I feel trust, is not close, and the rest.. the rest is just there... but never here... never near. one of these day's i'll be strong enough to talk to him, and somehow he'll be there...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112087883184000604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112087883184000604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112087883184000604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112087883184000604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/07/crap-crap-and-only-crap.html' title='Crap, Crap and only Crap!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-112001903477939858</id><published>2005-06-29T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:40.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Él siempre es raro, tal vez, siempre lo ha sido... asi que no es mucho lo que puedo decir de él, de nosotros, de cada uno, porque es mucho lo que no entiendo, y es aun más lo que no conozco, lo que si se con seguridad, es que cada día es más dificil...pero mejor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/112001903477939858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=112001903477939858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112001903477939858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/112001903477939858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/l-siempre-es-raro-tal-vez-siempre-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111983954749468768</id><published>2005-06-27T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:40.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si yo fui capaz de preguntarle que con qué se ponia una camisa azul, y me dijo loca idiota, todo puede pasar, si pinté un fucking taj mahal, si le lleve brownies, si acepto que me tiene boba, si me raya que cierre la ventana cada vez que lee el mensaje y no me atrevo a decirle nada, si nicolas ya me produce unicamente fastidio y patetisismo, si ayer apestaba a pescado, si la pareja feliz termino,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111983954749468768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=111983954749468768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111983954749468768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111983954749468768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/si-yo-fui-capaz-de-preguntarle-que-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111974673584098369</id><published>2005-06-25T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:40.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies, Fantastic Brownies</title><summary type='text'> I'm amazed, the power of a bag of brownies has left me speechless, even though, I was the one who left them in someone's door... I thought I was going to get killed after that, but I didn't and instead, I was able to change simple brownies (that besides I enjoy making) into a wonderfull gift, to someone, who saw the essence, not of the present, but saw more, saw me... I can't believe that after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111974673584098369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=111974673584098369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111974673584098369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111974673584098369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/brownies-fantastic-brownies.html' title='Brownies, Fantastic Brownies'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111966957183959677</id><published>2005-06-25T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:39.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my stomach...</title><summary type='text'>. BUTTERFLIES!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111966957183959677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=111966957183959677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111966957183959677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111966957183959677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-my-stomach.html' title='In my stomach...'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111966720562208374</id><published>2005-06-24T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some feelings, can't be named...</title><summary type='text'>How well I know youI’m surprisedI knew you wouldn’t answerEven today when I thinkThere’s no other way outToday I’m more than afraidI’m more than scaredThan the rest of the daysWhen everything is grayToday is blackIs dark, coldIs lonely and for sure sadI feel emptyThere’s something absent,I miss youBut I don’t want to need youMany things togetherMy problems seemed to be one: youBut now I know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111966720562208374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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fucker!How could you be able?What changed you?What made you just the same as the rest?You liar:Yes, you lied to ME!You insensible asshole!What did I do?Why did you say all that to me?Why did you make me believe?Why were you so great?Why didn’t I notice you were a complete idiot?I was just beginning to believeIt is not fairWhy is it so fun?What did I do wrong?Yesterday I needed youToday, I don</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111957588164200503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=111957588164200503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111957588164200503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111957588164200503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-fucker-how-could-you-be-able-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111950010641054347</id><published>2005-06-23T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:39.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss you, I wish youIt seems to me that todayis darker than what yesterday wasthere’s no other way,I need you at the end of the dayI’m scared, I’m scared as hellYou might be goneYou will be goneBut I won’t, I’ll be hereI’m not in your worldI’m not even nearIs my heart broken?Or will yours broke?I’ll miss youI’ll miss you as hellIf the light is goneI’ll be once again lostThere’s no chance you’re</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111937699366331721</id><published>2005-06-21T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:38.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Casi Todas! 10mo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/111937699366331721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=111937699366331721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111937699366331721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/111937699366331721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2005/06/casi-todas-10mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-111937682449148650</id><published>2005-06-21T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:38.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>๑ஐNow entering the final Stage: 11th!ஐ๑Yeah Dude!!! 11th! after everything, after ten, the end!For a while I thought, well after all, doing 10th again won't be that bad, but now that is over, it would be worse thing ever!!!Yesterday I was in 6B, trynig to decide if i really wanted to begin again in a different place, with different teachers, different friends.. just different and wonderfully nice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-109710875289576077</id><published>2004-10-06T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:38.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY???</title><summary type='text'>HaPpY!?- iNtWiNe Isn't it strangeThat the stars don't shine no more now since you're goneIsn't it strangeThat we can't look back and say just what went wrong  Isn't it strangeThat you told me one thing suddenly changed your mindIsn't it strangeThat you called me for me turn away and leave me behind I wanna know now where we areShould I pretend and let things beAnd knowing what you've doneCould </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/109710875289576077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=109710875289576077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/109710875289576077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/109710875289576077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy.html' title='HaPpY???'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-10926672181930580</id><published>2004-08-16T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:37.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*¡*¡*¡*BaCk tO sChOoL*!*!*!</title><summary type='text'>18 DiChOs PaRa vIvIr bIeN....!Persiga metas posibles de ser alcanzadasSiempre sonríe espontanea y genuinamenteComparte con otrosAyuda a los necesitadosManten tu espíritu jóvenRelacionate con ricos, pobres, bonitos y feosSobre presión, mantente calmadoUsa tu humor para aliviar el estrésPerdona a los que te incomodanTen a algunos amigos en quien confiarCoopera y consigue las mejores </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/10926672181930580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=10926672181930580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/10926672181930580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/10926672181930580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-to-school.html' title='*¡*¡*¡*BaCk tO sChOoL*!*!*!'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881572.post-109183329107689280</id><published>2004-08-06T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:11:37.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi cUrSo!!! )=! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/109183329107689280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=109183329107689280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Solo espero que no se e olvide hacer esta vaina(como el anterior jeje), que es como chevre.. y creo q va a hacer una entretenida forma de pasar el tiempo...Claro que se ha mejorado, desde que empeze con el otro.... bno no mas por hoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/109183334810742794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881572&amp;postID=109183334810742794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/109183334810742794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881572/posts/default/109183334810742794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpiggyballerina.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-thougths.html' title='%][FiRsT tHoUgThS!][%'/><author><name>Ana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
