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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 19:46:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Some news about Lalo (omg she&apos;s still alive)</title>
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  <description>According to livejournal I haven&apos;t posted in 61 weeks. I really thought there were much more, but bleh. It&apos;s not like I feel like using this account like before, not because I dislike it or anything but just I lost the track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I think my livejournal friends (if someone still remembers me here, hehe) deserve to know a little sad news from this southern part of the world. Anybody here remembers Lalo Pirincho? Little hedgehog of love and anger? Well, Lalo, my little Lalo is very sick. Since December, last year, he has cancer. It started in his mouth, he couldn&apos;t eat because his food was too hard for him to chew on (so now I give it to him &lt;br /&gt;dampened on water). The doctor said it was the bad type of cancer, the one that will spread on his body regardless any surgery he could do. Besides, trying to operate a little animal like him is dangerous as well, the anesthesia could be too much for him and die. So we decided to let him live as long as he were happy, eating and grunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could notice how his tumor was getting bigger with time and now the right side of his face is overly bulging and he can&apos;t open that eye. And now his left eye is starting to close as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m in a point I don&apos;t know very well what to do: Should I end this for him? Should I let him live a little longer? Lalo is a fighter, I just *know* he wants to live, but I don&apos;t want him to suffer. He&apos;s still eating and moving, but he doesn&apos;t play as much as before. The doctor said it&apos;ll be the time when he stopped eating but I&apos;m not sure. I bet he&apos;s going to eat until his last breath because he&apos;s that strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could tell me how you feel, Lal&amp;iacute;n.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 23:18:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OH NOES, que no habíamos superado la etapa emo?!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m back at college once again since last Wednesday. The very first day, in the class I failed last year, they give us a damn long assignment I&apos;ve been doing since last Thursday, every evening until his moment in which I&apos;m about to finish but absolutely drained. And when I&apos;m this tired, I got ridiculously scared. I know it&apos;s because I&apos;m not used to cope with failures, but really, girl, I can not believe my self.confidence got this damaged last year. Ok, ok, I never had that much self confidence, but now, in just the first assignment I can&apos;t help but to remember the times the teachers told us we obviously hadn&apos;t work hard enough when we stayed awake several nights. I&apos;m afraid once again, long time of working won&apos;t equal success, and I have worked so much in this assignment it&apos;ll suck big time if I don&apos;t get a good mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* At least now I have a s.o. in which I can trust to cheer me up, but I don&apos;t want to get tiresome with my rants so I&apos;ll try to do it more in LJ than with him *chuckles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got my 5 minutes of emo teenager, which I do not like nor want to be, now I can carry on my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 20:07:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fotos del viaje</title>
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  <description>Another post in English, just to piss off &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_the_ikyo&apos; lj:user=&apos;the_ikyo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-ikyo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-ikyo.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_ikyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this earlier but yeah, you can blame WoW, yet again, for making me an obsessive player (but hey! I reached the highest level, I *need* to give my lady an appropriate armour). Nah, that&apos;s not so true, but I really like to piss of &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_the_ikyo&apos; lj:user=&apos;the_ikyo&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-ikyo.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://the-ikyo.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_ikyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;, who hates the damn game xD. Anyway, here are the some pictures we took in out trip. We visited the south of the country and Bariloche, south of Argentina. Lots of pictures, so beware low band connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st stop&lt;/b&gt;: Hot Springs &apos;Aguas Calientes&apos;, Osorno, Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we lost almost all the pictures we took here, my little sister erased them the last day D:. So we just took a few ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Lots of pictures ahead!&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur02.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Java. Gosh, I wish I could show you the beautiful indoor pool or the viewpoint. We had to walk one and a half hour to reach it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Stop&lt;/b&gt;: San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur03.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in the downtown, were people lent those beautiful dogs for pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur04.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the ice rink. Thanks to the years I spent on rollers it wasn&apos;t so hard for me to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur05.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur06.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice rink view from the outside, with a nice view to the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur07.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something reaaally nice about Bariloche are its chocolates. They&apos;re delicious, obscenely cheap, and they&apos;re everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur11.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore me and look at those chocolates!!! We bought lots of them, from different stores, it&apos;s really hard to choose when *everything* is good and cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur08.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bariloche&apos;s cathedral. Made only of stone, a really nice place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur09.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know why I liked this picture so much, maybe because it remembers me those boys bands and their &apos;casual&apos; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur10.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing we did in Bariloche was to try this chocolate fondue. Omg, that&apos;s orgasmic-delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd Stop&lt;/b&gt;: Frutillar, Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur12.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walking around the place, this is famous because its German and Austrian influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur13.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This museum exhibited lots of old pieces, furniture, clothing, etc, from the German and Austrian settlers. I love to see that kind of stuff I only get to see in old cartoons like Tom &amp;amp; Jerry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur14.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the museum they had this pseudo canopy xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1. Castro, Isla grande de Chiloé, Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur15.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a city tour to Chiloé, a big island next to the continent, famous because its mythology, its food and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur16.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its churches. In the tourist centre they got those scale models of some of the most famous churches of the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur17.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the models are in way better state than the real ones xD. A national channel once aired a soap opera in this city, with this church as one of the main locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur18.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocío, mom and I at the church entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur19.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Java and I in the ferry we took to cross to the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur20.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ferry, in fact xD lots of wind and turbulence at the second time we took it. It was fun to see the buses rocking from side to side actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th Stop&lt;/b&gt;: Pucón, Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur21.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We liked the first hot springs so much we visited other ones. The watter here was a little colder, and the pools much more stuffed with people @_@. The indoor pools were nicer at the morning than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur22.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we came back but not because of the water. We wanted to do canopy here and the day before we weren&apos;t dressed for the occasion (like wearing a skirt is nice while hanging from ropes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur23.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Java looking like &apos;please, I&apos;m about to quit this&apos; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur24.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she forgot her fears. Once you throw yourself into the void in ropes of 1km long, the least you can do it&apos;s to enjoy the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur25.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tht was the last rope, one of the fastest. The worst was the first long (1,3 km) because they launched you with someone else, so the speed was twice as normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur26.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, in pain everywhere due the harness xD. Behind my sister is the Villarica volcano. We&apos;ve already visited it so no closer pictures of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur27.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur28.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night of our trip, we had to celebrate with some drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/elsure/Vacassur29.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last day, in a little stop while driving home for lunch. Behind us, the Salto del Laja, a little cascade that used to be more magnificent but the time has damaged it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why but my English dictionary it&apos;s kinda rusty. You see the short notes under the pictures? I was writting them fro like 2 hours! Really, AI need to translate fics once again, or I&apos;m simply going to forget what I learned!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&apos;yo-yo&apos; de manuscrita</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The Handwritten Meme&lt;br /&gt;1) your handle/name/username&lt;br /&gt;2) left or right handed?&lt;br /&gt;3) favourite letters to write&lt;br /&gt;4) least favourite characters to write&lt;br /&gt;5) write &quot;The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;6) tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/handwrittingmeme.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back yesterday really late from our trip. It was so fun I&apos;m sad it&apos;s already over, now I can back to stress myself over college. I just need to find the camera cable so I can post some pictures :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More important; if you were wondering about my mom, she&apos;s perfectly fine. We *still*¨don&apos;t know what cause her allergy, she went to see a doctor the day after but her body needs to be free from drugs 5 days before cheking her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 02:44:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Demasiado pronto para que nos dejes, mamá</title>
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  <description>Yesterday I lived my first real medical emergency ever. At 7am my dad came to my room telling me my mom didn&apos;t feel well and to dress her up to take her to the hospital. That night I went to bed at 4am but hearing my mom was feeling unwell woke me up inmediately. But what I saw when I entered to her room shocked me: She was lying still, arms and legs spreaded, eyes wide open just staring the ceiling, barely breathing as I checked because she wasn&apos;t looking really alive. She was suffering a really severe allergic reaction, she couldn&apos;t move or talk. While dad insisted in dressing her and looked called an ambulance, I miserably failed to lift her upper body to do so and complaining the last thing the doctors will worry about was to see her in her pyjamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;More about allergy&quot;&gt;It was impossible get an ambulance to take her to a private hospital, so we had to call one for a public one, really desperate measures since it was impossible for us to carry her down the five floors of the apartment (is and old one so doesn&apos;t have lift) All in while, we followed the instructions of the ambulance operator and put her on floor in foetal position so she could breath more easily. Now that I think back in that moment, I was too calm, as I my mom scolded me today. Apparently having 20 years and not freaking out in a emergency isn&apos;t normal, but really it was because my dad was very calm too and my grandpa was freaked out, while my two little sisters slept. While we waited for the ambulance I stayed by my mom telling her to be ok and calm, when she lifted her arm, grabbed my hand and weakly told me she was going to be alright, a picture still haunts me because it touched me so much that she tried to calm me down in her state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paramedics arrived, checked her and told us she was going to be alright. I stayed at home calming my grandpa while my dad when to the hospital with her. A few minutes later he called me, told she was better now, talking and moving, the allergy was subsiding and she wanted shoes and clothes, so I walked to the hospital. Then it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived the hospital at 8:30am, and in three hours, no one told us if my mom was better or had something else wrong. It was an agonizing wait, watching families crying over a dead beloved one, people faint of the pain while waiting for a doctor, old ladies complaining about the public health system in a dirty waiting room with flies and filthy dumps. After that, we had to ask about her, instead of a doctor telling us she was alright, just waiting for the drug to act on her body. That broke me down on tears, all the anguish banishing only leaving relief and tears. After that, I was beginning to feel the 4 hours of sleep in my body, so we wanted to take mom back home quickly so we could eat and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30pm something shameful happened; Mom was well since 10, 10!! but no one told us until we asked at 11:30, and she was release, without a real diagnosis, when a doctor told her just to go home, without calling us so we can give her her clothes and shoes or help her. She wasn&apos;t wearing her glasses, so couldn&apos;t find the exit. A nurse just pointed some random spot on the corridor, and she finally appeared on the main entrance of the hospital, wrapped on the woolen blanket the paramedic used to cover her body when taking her out of the house, barefoot and looking tired. The first thing I thought was she was on drugs and had ran away from those idiotic doctors, but she told us the truth. She also had some nasty marks on her arm where the nurses &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to inject her the drugs. Really, the public health system is a royal piece of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrifying, exhausting and maddening. I thought I saw my mom dead, I was in eternal joy when I saw her alive, I felt overwhelmed because of the atrocities of the health system. We still don&apos;t know what caused this allergic reaction, we believe it was partially the huge stress she was feeling the last days. so we hope she can finally relax in this trip we&apos;re making, starting tomorrow, to the south. Our first stop is hot springs where she can enjoy the water, massages and spa, so yeah, I believe this will help us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 18:05:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>De gira por el sur</title>
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  <description>Today dad sent us the itinerary for the trip we&apos;re doing in February *snickers* Sometimes I love him for being organized, sometimes he goes over the top. This time he included places, routes and hours, so yeah, it made me laugh a little. We&apos;re going to the south and originally pretended to go to Bariloche, in Argentina as well, but we couldn&apos;t find a hotel to reserve, so it&apos;s still unsure if we go or not. A real disappointment, considering the chocolates from Bariloche are the best I&apos;ve tried, obscenely cheap and highly addictive. Anyway, we&apos;re going to the hot springs, maybe do some rafting and/or canopy, so yeah, no complains from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salsa lessons are the best f*cking thin I&apos;ve done. I know it&apos;ll be hard, but I want to do it all the year, not just in summer break. It was about bloody time I started acting like a latin girl and learn how to move my hips *laughs* The class is great, the guys are all nice and funny, and the teachers are funny and playful. They were talking about taking the class to a salsa club, though we still know basic steps, but anyway I looooove this.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 17:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rant about school</title>
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  <description>A pesar de estar jugando WoW como una maniática enferma, saliendo con viejos amigos que hace tiempo no veía y disfrutando del sandungueo de las clases de salsa, no he podido parar de pensar en mi situación en la universidad. Lo sé, lo sé, solo fallé un ramo, pero hay que entender como funciona ese ramo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En diseño, el curso de taller es como tu cursillo en el colegio: es el ramo en que más horas pasas quemándote las pestañas, por lo que tener un buen grupo de trabajo es fundamental. No conforme con eso, es el ramo que engloba todos los conocimientos de los otros cursos y que, supuestamente, es el entrenamiento más directo a como sería la forma de trabajo de un diseñador.&amp;nbsp; Haber reprobado taller después de gastar tanta lágrima y energía en el asunto fue un golpe duro en el momento, pero más duro&amp;nbsp; a la hora de considerar si esto es lo correcto. Ya lo dije una vez, cuando estaba en el colegio todo era sencillo por mis habilidades naturales para aprender escuchando y la facilidad que tengo para manejar contenidos. Todo eso no sirve de mucho en una carrera donde el trabajo pasa por sacar ideas como quien hornea pan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tan solo necesité fallar al cuarto semestre de carrera para notar esta contradicción entre habilidades y la carrera! Un premio para la idiota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras hablarlo con Lalo, con la almohada y con mi mamá, esta última dando mejores consejos que los dos primeros, tomé una decisión respecto al próximo año escolar. Ahora me toca enfrentarme a taller nuevamente, con un grupo de personas nuevas a quienes no conozco y que seguramente ya tienen sus grupos armados para trabajar. Si dios es grande, me bendice con un milagro y paso taller, el tema queda zanjado y continúo con la carrera hasta terminarla. Si repruebo, me salgo y me retiro a estudiar algo con biología. Por ahora nutrición es lo que más me suena, lucrar con la obesidad agena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El plan es decente pero tiene el problema de que yo ya no quiero seguir en diseño. Lo he pensado demasiado y no me veo trabajando en esto. No quiero ir al siguiente semestre con la convicción de fallar taller, sería más simple no ir más y punto. Pero eso no está aprobado por el departamento de padres y tendré que aguantar otro semestre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ahora lo sano y bonito sería dejar de pensar en el tema y disfrutar el verano, pero quiero tomar mis decisiones con tiempo y serenidad, no siendo el lío emocional que era el semestre pasado. Ahora puedo ver las cosas desde afuera y con... cierto grado de madurez... creo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si usted leyó todo esto, mis condolencias.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 16:37:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Programa de rehabilitación para jugadores adictos</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ll be officially taking salsa lessons. I&apos;m so glad I could make it :D I really needed some excuse to stop playing World of Warcraft so much, and between singing and salsa lessons, I took the second one. *sighs* That&apos;s what I told my friends when they showed me the game: &lt;i&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t like this stuff, I know I&apos;ll get addicted and then what?! I&apos;ll be playing like a maniac!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;... And that happened xD so here I am, learning some self control and dancing on the evenings.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 22:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Navidad retrasada</title>
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  <description>My fellows LJ posters, I must admit this Xmas I was a lazy ass. Not just because I was depressed the firsts weeks because of my failure at school, or just because my savings are in pain due school, but also because I wasn&apos;t feeling in the mood for presents or cards. But fear not, I already had presents in mind for you, I just want to survive this Xmas and in January I&apos;ll be sending your presents. I may have asked for your address to some of you. If you hadn&apos;t reply, I may ask again and then, if I don&apos;t get an answer, I&apos;ll understand and won&apos;t bother you asking again ^^U. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets enjoy the holiday with our families and beloved ones!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:07:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Punto final</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t officially finished this semester, this Monday I&apos;ve got my last exam, economics, and then I&apos;ll be free for good. Last Wednesday had the final exam of my main course, the one that causes some of the angsty emo-teenager entries in the previous weeks. Every minute working on my last assignment, an upgrade for a men wallet, went from bad to dreadful. This must be the project we had to start all over again more times, and never the teachers quite liked it. I ended crying my heart out one evening over my mom shoulders, feeling, for the first time in my life, the inevitable failure in one project. On school I never, ever, had to live something like that; every test was easy, always had good grades. Then, once on college, my career offered a nice challenge for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Wednesday, with a few hours of sleep and no food, my team and I worked on a nice final dissertation, waited seven hours to show it (the organization of the final exam was frankly shameful) and the committee, against all forecast, liked us. Or something like that. They had some serious critics against the project, like they had with all the previous groups, but also understood the complications of the assignment and were actually very sympathetic with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only can wait for the final result. I need a medium good grade, one we never got on this project. If not, well, I&apos;ll fail on this and have to do it all over again without my friends. Hard as it is, I&apos;m actually ready to accept whatever comes because I&apos;ve thought in all the possibilities and I&apos;m tired of forecasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Now lets forget that rant and let me ask you a little question. Now I&apos;m free from college, I&apos;m about to jump in my vice of World of Warcraft, only this time on Blizzard, the official and paid server. I&apos;m not very sure about giving my credit card number to them so I&apos;d like to pay for it via Paypal. Any of you knows this is a secure system &lt;b&gt;for real&lt;/b&gt; or it&apos;s just a screen for a huge swindle? Thanks in advance :D***</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 16:57:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For my dear ladies</title>
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  <description>Para &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_hakyumi&apos; lj:user=&apos;hakyumi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hakyumi.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hakyumi.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hakyumi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_mishiru_shi&apos; lj:user=&apos;mishiru_shi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mishiru-shi.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://mishiru-shi.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;mishiru_shi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mis buenas muchachas que este año dan la &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;PSU&lt;/span&gt;: les deseo la mejor de las suertes en esta prueba que, una vez que salgan, me darán la razón y verán que es un sencillo trámite en comparación con los horribles ensayos que los colegios te imponen para que saques no más de 400 paupérrimos puntos y quedes con el alma en pena. Hoy no toquen NI UN PUTO LIBRO, ENSAYO O GUÍA DE EJERCICIOS!!! Duerman bien, coman sano, de lo posible les recomiendo una buenos mangas yaoi (o de cualquier género, de hecho). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyu, supongo que estás más tranquila así que bien, pero Mixy, espero que puedas tener los nervios bajo control y con eso quedarás perfect! Mucha suete a ambas y aprovechen que a la salida de los colegios se ponen mil institutos y universidades &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;flaytes&lt;/span&gt; ofreciendo comida y otras chucherías inútiles xD. Y si alguna entra a estudiar diseño o arquitectura en la cato, ahí nos veremos : DD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que eso, éxito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y por cierto, dato friki: si entran a la &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Adolfo Ibañez&lt;/span&gt; el nada respetable y muy desfachatado senador Flores está impartiendo un curso de Wow, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Wold of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;!!! xD para que entren y juguemos juntas en Blizz! &amp;lt;3)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:29:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ugh, úlcera (not)</title>
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  <description>Never thought this semester will be so hard; there are always hard but this one was... too much. Now, when I&apos;m almost done with all my courses, I can&apos;t believe I&apos;m about to fail in the one I wanted to pass the most. So yeah, I haven&apos;t overcame the emo moment at all. So now I&apos;m just hoping a miracle will happen and I&apos;ll pass this class. I know I&apos;m not making so much sense now, I&apos;m tired of being centred and collected in class when having an inner turmoil. I promise, this finish on December 10 and then I won&apos;t say a word about it again, either I pass or not this damn class. Now, just for this minute I want to feel bad about myself, in a couple of hours I&apos;ll be collected yet again.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 21:24:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Horas de ocio en Adobe Illustrator</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been such a long month. The year is almost over and in less than a month I&apos;ll be finally free but really, I wish December&apos;d come faster. I&apos;m pretty well in almost all my courses except in one which is giving me a hard time. Anyway, I&apos;m not going to bore with my college stuff. Just wanted to show you a little something I finished just today. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Ashley and her vectors again&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Graphics/vectores/Elekk_02.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vector version of one of the alliance mounts in wow. This was mine (well, not exactly, I had the purple version) and since this month I&apos;m not playing wow and then I&apos;ll be on the other faction, I&apos;ll miss my beautiful big elephant and running around on his huge back. My guildmistress think they&apos;re scary. I call them adorable :3. There is a bigger version &lt;a href=&quot;http://ashley-vulpix.deviantart.com/art/Great-Green-Elekk-70021141&quot; target=&quot;_blank&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on which got some nice feedback in there, I&apos;m stunned since I still think it looks, well, funny. Like made of rubber or something &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;U (not that I don&apos;t like, because I DO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:25:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fin del momento emo</title>
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  <description>As a continuation of yesterday&apos;s post&lt;br /&gt;... and finally, finally, after a 3 hours long no-stop brainstorm, we passed. Now if you excuse me, I have a bed waiting for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 00:19:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mi momento emo</title>
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  <description>Ok&lt;br /&gt;I worked&lt;br /&gt;I falied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried&lt;br /&gt;I worked again&lt;br /&gt;I failed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and finally working again and hopping to pass this class. God, if I don&apos;t aprove this course I&apos;m going to be so depressed =_= Being the main assignment in design, I may even consider changing to another degree. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I HATE feeling this helpless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 02:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Muy joven para estas cosas?</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I can&apos;t help but to think, if I&apos;m going to assist Yaoi-Con next year I&apos;ll be... at least on looks, one of the younger one T_T. Seriously, traveling alone hoping they won&apos;t send me back home for being a &lt;strike&gt;dirty&lt;/strike&gt; latin is bad enough, leave alone having this baby face I happen to have. &lt;/font&gt;Ah, screw that, I REALLY want to assist next year and hoepfully meet some people there :&apos;D. Any latin cares to join me? I think I&apos;ll need somebody who I can speak Spanish with sometimes xD.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 22:52:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Un brindis por mi madre</title>
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  <description>Yay!!! I&apos;m sooo happy. Finally, after a year and a half of being unemployed, today my mom found a job! She&apos;ll be starting this very Monday. The last months my mom had been really down, feeling like she couldn&apos;t get a job at all, which unleashed bad times where she thought she was getting too old. She was getting bored at home, so she started doing yoga twice a week to keep herself entertained. Now she&apos;ll be working, earning her own money and still doing yoga ^^. On the top of all, she&apos;s also doing something new from all her previous works: After beng secretary, assistant and hotel manager, now she&apos;ll be a supervisor. I love this woman, always improving herself. Like I said, I&apos;m very happy for her ^^.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 23:06:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>El porqué no hay que confiar en los técnicos</title>
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  <description>Yesterday my Internet connection just died. OMG died when I&apos;m just starting to enjoy my 10-day Wow trial!!! Panicked, after coming back from college I called the company and after a few minutes of persuasion, I managed to make them bring me a technician in an hour. After checking every possible cable and connection, messing with EVERYTHING in my bedroom, his diagnosis was something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This connection is too old so bla bla bla &lt;b&gt;pay this&lt;/b&gt;, you&apos;ll have to call the company after you &lt;b&gt;buy this thing&lt;/b&gt; and then bla bla &lt;b&gt;pay that&lt;/b&gt;, change every cable bla bla &lt;b&gt;costs money&lt;/b&gt; and money, then call another guy bla bla bla install new thing that &lt;b&gt;costs money&lt;/b&gt; and money, then call another guy who&apos;ll check everything and that &lt;b&gt;costs money&lt;/b&gt; and money. &lt;strike&gt;Do you want me to call the new technician for you so you can start wasting money right away?&lt;/strike&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was a not-nice amount of money we&apos;ll have to give the company or a few new wires. Guy leaves, and after 20 minutes... INTERNET IS BACK ON ITS OWN! And it hasn&apos;t gone since then. So yeah, we&apos;re lucky people here *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that, though, today I decided to &lt;b&gt;clean deeply my bedroom&lt;/b&gt;. It was one of those strange urges to clean I have once in every 4 months or so, but now my place looks tidy and nice, which is hard consdeiring I&apos;m studying desing, so there are always old assignmets, used stuff, tools and dirt all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I also found some nice stuff. Old letters, a long lost pen, some high school things, including a &lt;b&gt;comic I made&lt;/b&gt; on my last year about mysefl :&apos;D It made me feel so melancholy and, at the same time, glad to be on college already as well xD. I never intended to be a draughtswoman, but I liked what I made back then :&apos;D (maybe because for my nostalgic mood). It was about a vulpix girl (me :B) on her Monday, burning everything that bothered her xD. Yeah, now you now why I do NOT write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Silly drawings under the cut&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Dibujos/ComicVulpix01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Dibujos/ComicVulpix02.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Dibujos/ComicVulpix03.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Dibujos/ComicVulpix04.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Dibujos/ComicVulpix05.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:31:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Largas ausencias, largas historias</title>
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  <description>It was August since I write in here last time *gasps* I better put everyting that was going on in my life in order so you can actually understand what I&apos;m writting ^^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;College and assignment stuff (photo inside)&quot;&gt;I&apos;m actually in this part of the year when I don&apos;t notice how fast time goes by, when assignments keep coming and going, and miraculously the year is over and I&apos;ll be free to enjoy my Summer. But for now, I&apos;m glad I&apos;ve reached this point in complete sanity; the last main assignment was, finally, successful, though all the anguish it brought ^^&apos;. All for a damn lamp made with aluminium, acrylics and &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led&quot; target=&quot;_blank&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;leds&lt;/a&gt;. The grade, that I don&apos;t know yet, but for me was a victory to finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Taller/Uniled.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Meeting online people (photo inside)&quot;&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Remember I&apos;ve been playing World of Warcraft like a  maniac? Well, I&apos;m still on that, whenever I have time and energy. My guild ingame is such a blast, I really like all the guys I play with. And it&apos;s better when you get to meet IRL with them. I met with them twice in this time, and loved them both. Since I came to LJ I was missing to meet with people from here. Don&apos;t get me wrong, I love to meet people from all over the globe, but it&apos;s almost impossible for me to meet IRL with ffpanda or nolan_ash. (unless we meet on yaoi-con next year :3) This is the oficial picture I took from the first meeting (and I couldn&apos;t take a picture from the second one v,v) I&apos;m Aliosha, the human Paladin behind the camera :3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/twilights/Twilightsjunta01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Sour family stuff&quot;&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The sour part of this. My uncle, my long lost uncle to alcohol and drugs came to our lives. He&apos;s one of my mom younger brothers, but he never was close to us since he had a deep problem with alcohol. He started coming home asking for money and a bed to sleep since the rest of the family is tired of bear with him. I don&apos;t have troubles helping him, but I hate to see my mom so worked up. Finally, after several talks with him, my mom managed to put him on rehabilitation (yet again). His story is sad, after all. He had everything, education, a home, a family, money and love, and lost everything due his addiction. Before having him sleeping on the streets, we rather have him in a rehabilitation centre. I really hope he can find some help there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Milu&apos;s bittersweet story (lol inside)&quot;&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And finally, but no less important. Like every year, around September and October, Milu the sheep-dog becomes Milu the leprous-dog xD. Sadly, my camera has no battery left so I can&apos;t post a picture of my hairless lady yet.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 03:26:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mejor ni preguntarnos</title>
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  <description>Day one:&lt;br /&gt;23:50, the phone rings: The conversation it&apos;s not translated.&lt;br /&gt;- Me: Aló?&lt;br /&gt;- ??: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;- Me: &lt;i&gt;In English? &lt;/i&gt;Yeah, hi.&lt;br /&gt;- ??: It&apos;s Jenny here&lt;br /&gt;- Me: No, there&apos;s no one called Jenny here&lt;br /&gt;- ??: Oh, sorry to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;1:40, phone rings&lt;br /&gt;- Me: Aló?&lt;br /&gt;- ??: Hello, I need to talk with Jenny&lt;br /&gt;- Me: &lt;i&gt;What the...?&lt;/i&gt; No, there is no Jenny here&lt;br /&gt;- ??: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Me: Emm, well, in Santiago, Chile&lt;br /&gt;- ??: I know that, but where are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Me: My house, sir, and I&apos;m hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;- ??: Yes, sorry to disturb you at this hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the calls, from different men continued during several nigths. Now why this Jenny girl, who seems to &lt;strike&gt;work&lt;/strike&gt; be available &lt;i&gt;only at nights&lt;/i&gt;, obviously only for english speaker men, is giving our phone number?! It stopped a few nights ago, thanks god, because we were starting to get worried.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Alguien dijo... gaaaaay?</title>
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  <description>One year ago, I asked Seba (a picture of him can be found on &lt;a href=&quot;http://ashley-vulpix.livejournal.com/31515.html&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post), a friend from college, a yaoi drawing as my B-day present, since I really adore how he draws. A year passed, I never saw my drawing, even though this guy promised me a second drawing for the delay. But a few days ago he finished it for me &amp;lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;middle&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/yaoi01.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seba&lt;/b&gt;- I got your drawing Tere-tere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;- O RLY? I wanna see it! *see drawing* OMG, it&apos;s SO GAY! I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;- My fingers were trembling while I drew it, my eyes almost melt, but I managed to finish it just for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;- That&apos;s so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;- Even worst, you see I covered any private part, but I KNEW perfectly what was under their legs! and it was terrible! &lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s so nice =^^=. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it especially since this is more like my current yaoi liking. When I just got started with yaoi, I liked girly ukes and manly semes, but right now I&apos;m more fond of switchers and/or &lt;b&gt;manly couples&lt;/b&gt;. Now I hope my second drawing don&apos;t take another year to be ready xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I can&apos;t stop watching it &amp;lt;333, I&apos;ll try to find a way to colour it ^^.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:45:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Translations issues</title>
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  <description>Primero lo primero (no way!). Quien sea que invente estas canciones &lt;b&gt;traumantes &lt;/b&gt;y&lt;b&gt; adictivas&lt;/b&gt; debería ser colgado de las gónadas y secado al sol. Sólo es una sugerencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepa dios de que se trata la serie, sólo sé que Lucky Star tiene un opening adicitvo, del cual me estoy rehabilitando. No ha sido un proceso fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un tiempo me preguntaba si quizás le traía mala suerte a los fics. Cuando era más nueva en los fanfics, se me rompía el corazoncito cuando alguien dejaba un fic incompleto, ahora ya se me hace algo cotidiano (mas me sigue rompiendo el corazón) que los autores tomen meses o años en actualizar. El problema es cuando no solo los fics, sino que mis traducciones quedarán incompletas. Hace siglos que Addicted to Shuichi no se actualiza, aunque siempre le pregunto a Kadzuki por su fic me dice que está escribiendo. Depravity va por las mismas. Me ando preparando para el momento en que no me quede material para entregar, porque sólo tengo 2 capítulos más de Adicto por traducir. Dios nos pille confesados cuando las niñas que lo lean se enteren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusión&lt;/b&gt;: Comienza a traducir fics que &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ya estén terminados&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you fool girl!!! Si llego a seguir con esto de las traducciones, sólo one-shots, hasta fics de 3 capítulos como máximo.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:49:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>El fin de las vacaciones, wow!</title>
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  <description>Ok, that was it, my winter break is over and now I&apos;m getting ready to go back to school tomorrow *sobs*. It was such a good time to stay at home or hanging out with friends. I saw a lot of friends I neglected during the semester, and the ones I wasn&apos;t able to see make me promise we&apos;ll meet at the next anime convenction, who knows, maybe I&apos;ll &lt;b&gt;cosplay &lt;/b&gt;or sing at the &lt;b&gt;karaoke &lt;/b&gt;event, it would be nice. I went to the cinema a lot, got my tummy sick for a couple of days, well, a good time ^^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, was the perfect time to release my addiction to &lt;b&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/b&gt; (WoW). I never, ever played a MMORPG, because I know I get addicted to those games from hell veeeery easily. Never played Ragnarok, Ultima, Lineage or anything like that! But nooo, my dear friends from college played it and they wanted me to play too! So I ended playing on the alliance side (the &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; ones, kinda). &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;More about wow&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a very very good game, great graphics and playability, so anyone who may be interested, and doesn&apos;t want to pay for the real game in blizzard, I can give you the game and all play in one, a pirate server which crashes and has a lot of bugs but is for free :D. Come and play in the azeroth realm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I want, all my girls! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;WoW!pictures&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Alioshalvl40.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliosha, level 42, is a human paladin (a warrior/mage mixed class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Seirenlvl12.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seiren, level 12, a night elf druid (can shapesft into animals and trees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Lieselvl10.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieses, level 10, a draenei hunter (can have pets which fight by them side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Elefante01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliosha in her purple elephant, an Elekk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Elefante03.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elekk again, because I love it &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/Warhorse.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another mount of Aliosha, a warhorse, but I don&apos;t use it because it&apos;s ugly xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Alliance! death to the horde :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would you please wish me luck for my next semester? especially because I&apos;m planning to work while studying, in order to earn some money for Yaoi-con next year :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:24:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Felicidades, mis valientes guerreros</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/examen_taller02.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, after presenting our last assignment, a formal exam about a store we designed. It was &lt;b&gt;last Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; but I couldn&apos;t find the camera cable before :D. That day, we finished the semester, with good grades, by the way! We worked the whole semester together, in several courses, and I couldn&apos;t be happier with them, they even came to my house last Saturday for my birthday and sang &lt;b&gt;karaoke &lt;/b&gt;as usual when we try to work xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Pictures ahead&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/examen_taller01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seba and Felipe, my two guys &amp;lt;3. I&apos;ll go insane without them when the assignments are too overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/examen_taller03.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe and his famous pose xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/examen_taller04.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vero in a pose she said was like a cosplay picture. And she knows about it since she has cosplayed since 2002. I luv her too &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b54/ashley_vulpix/photos/examen_taller05.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group :D and a lot of extra stuff around us xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 16:00:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You know? I&apos;m not a teen anymore... which scares me and fills me with joy at the same time xD (and, of course, it&apos;s a good excuse to ask my parents expensive drinks xD OMG, this year I&apos;ve become addicted to vodka, especially Vanilla Vodka). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officialy declare from today until October next year I&apos;ll save money so I can go to Yaoi-con! &amp;lt;3</description>
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