<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:22:55.753-08:00</updated><title type="text">Rise Above the Flames</title><subtitle type="html"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-2460774124463975322</id><published>2009-01-28T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:32:57.611-08:00</updated><title type="text">Evolution.</title><content type="html">People evolve.&lt;br /&gt;People change for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;We fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of love,&lt;br /&gt;Loose touch with friends&lt;br /&gt;Make new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on living we come to realize that everything we have gone through has made an impact in out life whether, that impact is big or minuscule it left a mark in our memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember certain things in my past and i have blocked a decent amount of them also but those memory that i have kept and cherish, but most of those memories i wish were different and wish i could have evolved into something more than just memories. That one of my biggest issues, somethings i find myself wanting to relive those memories and make them even better. Is like when you have one of those great dreams and in the middle of it you wake up to the real world and wanting to go back to that dream right where you left of.  I gotta stop dreaming and start living that life i so desperately want to live.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/2460774124463975322/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/2460774124463975322" rel="replies" title="1 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/2460774124463975322" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/2460774124463975322" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2009/01/evolution.html" rel="alternate" title="Evolution." type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-7985039293152823091</id><published>2008-09-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:13:03.638-07:00</updated><title type="text">Huracan Ike.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZy7M-AEk5Nl4cKQ7pa3I3UeRmSjfR6IEHfZJ86Ziwxqz7-Kb0d11wQ_Y31jAthapF-HGwJsbkQkG_fFiBIIeYYwO0GLC42HPFXyXUesmelQM-QIuCAB_wjpnoz6Lou6GLHpRVyZgMyU/s1600-h/avn-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZy7M-AEk5Nl4cKQ7pa3I3UeRmSjfR6IEHfZJ86Ziwxqz7-Kb0d11wQ_Y31jAthapF-HGwJsbkQkG_fFiBIIeYYwO0GLC42HPFXyXUesmelQM-QIuCAB_wjpnoz6Lou6GLHpRVyZgMyU/s200/avn-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245230393974730722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas se prepera para la venida de el Huracan Ike. El huracan ya cayo en Galveston la gente que vive ahi a sido evacuada fuera de el area devido a la alta marea y los fuertes vientos, pero a pesear de que la governadora de Galveston hizo lo posible para que la gente evacuara, ayudandoles contransporte y dandoles tiempo desde ayer para que evacuaran, hay gente que a decidido quedarse y ver la tormenta pasar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ike todavia no a caido a tierra pero ya se pueden ver los efectos que ha causado, especialmente en Galveston y otras areas cercanas. La tromenta llegara a Houston con vientos de 50-70 mph pero bastanes houstonianos ha decidio quedarse y estan tomando precauciones y preparandose para afrontar la situacion, comprando comida enlatada, agua, pan, baterias, todo lo necesario en caso de que pase lo peor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las noticias informan que a lo mejor se pierda energia, agua y de seguro telefono; devido a los fuertes vientos tambien nos aconsejan que nos mantengmos en casa y fuera de las calles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratare de mantenerme en contacto, pero de seguro no tendre inter tambien tomare fotos para qe vean como se ponen las cosas.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/7985039293152823091/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/7985039293152823091" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/7985039293152823091" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/7985039293152823091" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/09/huracan-ike.html" rel="alternate" title="Huracan Ike." type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZy7M-AEk5Nl4cKQ7pa3I3UeRmSjfR6IEHfZJ86Ziwxqz7-Kb0d11wQ_Y31jAthapF-HGwJsbkQkG_fFiBIIeYYwO0GLC42HPFXyXUesmelQM-QIuCAB_wjpnoz6Lou6GLHpRVyZgMyU/s72-c/avn-l.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-6558985519242908049</id><published>2008-08-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:11:19.676-07:00</updated><title type="text">Missy Higgins: Forgive Me</title><content type="html">ARTIST OF THE YEAR (according to ME)&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82ctJPv_kGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82ctJPv_kGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my son look at what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But I am learning still&lt;br /&gt;Learning still&lt;br /&gt;Know that I am learning still&lt;br /&gt;And oh my wife you are my life&lt;br /&gt;And I am burning still&lt;br /&gt;Burning still&lt;br /&gt;Know that I am burning for you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all, all, all of my light is for you&lt;br /&gt;And home, home's anywhere you are too&lt;br /&gt;So take this one fallen man on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Saying please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God how you make it hard&lt;br /&gt;Not to pick the apple&lt;br /&gt;Pick the apple&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I long to give it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was on shakey land&lt;br /&gt;Lost and unsure I opened my hand&lt;br /&gt;And she held it like sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all, all, all of my light is for you&lt;br /&gt;And home, home's anywhere you are too&lt;br /&gt;So take this one fallen man on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Saying please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All, all, all of my light is for you&lt;br /&gt;And home, home's anywhere you are too&lt;br /&gt;So take this one fallen man on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Saying please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/6558985519242908049/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/6558985519242908049" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6558985519242908049" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6558985519242908049" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/08/missy-higgins-forgive-me.html" rel="alternate" title="Missy Higgins: Forgive Me" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-7217116485771200379</id><published>2008-08-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:10:13.484-07:00</updated><title type="text">Missy Higgins: Secret</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fv7ljV44RWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fv7ljV44RWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were from the North, I was from the South&lt;br /&gt;We were form opposite places, different towns&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it was good and you knew it was too&lt;br /&gt;So we moved together like a ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;Minds becoming two halves of the same&lt;br /&gt;It was real, but in shadows it grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you've got a secret don't ya babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've shouted loud and broken through&lt;br /&gt;I would've given it all to belong to you&lt;br /&gt;But there were different plans, different rules&lt;br /&gt;You said "where I'm from there is a lock and key&lt;br /&gt;If you'd be so kind as to follow me&lt;br /&gt;I will show you the way to the rest of my sins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you've got a secret don't ya babe?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, you got a secret don't ya babe?&lt;br /&gt;And I should know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this room was damp where your sins laid&lt;br /&gt;There was that smell in the air of an old place&lt;br /&gt;That hadn't seen much daylight in years&lt;br /&gt;And you threw me down, said, "If ya don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you here until night time&lt;br /&gt;Then we can do what we want my baby out of the spotlight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you've got a secret don't ya babe?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, you got a secret don't ya babe?&lt;br /&gt;And I should know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should know&lt;br /&gt;For I'm your secret aren't I babe?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm your secret aren't I babe?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I babe?</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/7217116485771200379/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/7217116485771200379" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/7217116485771200379" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/7217116485771200379" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/08/missy-higgins-secret.html" rel="alternate" title="Missy Higgins: Secret" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-6187794959251448511</id><published>2008-08-01T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:15:04.142-07:00</updated><title type="text">Moved Out.</title><content type="html">El Sabado pasado empezamos a mudar todas la cosas grnades fuera de la casa de mis tios. No sabia que teniamos tantas babosadas, que muebles, platos, cosas para la sala, cocina; etc. Tantas cosas que ni me acordaba que teniamos.  Anoche pasa la noche en la nueva casa, la verdad que no me siento muy comoda durmiendo ahi, me siento rara. Mi mama ya estuvo ahi por tres noches ya. Mis tios me molestan porque yo les he dicho que me pienso mudar a España en el furturo pero ni siquiera puedo pasar la noche en la otra casa. Pero la verdad creo que es porque me muero del calor en esa casa y me desespero y en general es diferente. Me imagino que estoy un poco "mimada" porque en la casa de mi tio el aire acondicionado esta puesto y es friito y tiene cable y internet :D &lt;div&gt;Mi Teoria es: Media ve tenga mi cuarto ordenado y vergon. Me sentire mas en casa y talvez si ando en calzoneta por la casa, a lo mejor asi no me de tanto calor.  Algunas ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/6187794959251448511/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/6187794959251448511" rel="replies" title="1 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6187794959251448511" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6187794959251448511" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/08/moved-out.html" rel="alternate" title="Moved Out." type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-3830767196952844434</id><published>2008-07-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:57:53.510-07:00</updated><title type="text">Missy Higgins: The Special Two</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_j8iD1UdBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_j8iD1UdBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I've hardly been outside my room in days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was then I realize the conscience never fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're young you have this image of your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you happen to you wake completely lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will fight for you, be sure that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will fight until we're the special two once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we're the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These arms will not be taught to need another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause we were the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember someone old once said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we're the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we can only see each other we'll breathe together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These arms will not be taught to need another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'cause we're the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or something that could ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just remembering, just remembering how we were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we would only need each other, we'd bleed together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These arms would not be taught to need another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause we're the special two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/3830767196952844434/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/3830767196952844434" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/3830767196952844434" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/3830767196952844434" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/07/missy-higgins-special-two.html" rel="alternate" title="Missy Higgins: The Special Two" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-6098412976808728784</id><published>2008-07-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:50:42.975-07:00</updated><title type="text">Shakira : Moscas en la Casa</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wss27lfdA-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wss27lfdA-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Esta cancion me recuerda a alguien que quiero mucho y siempre seguire queriendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/6098412976808728784/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/6098412976808728784" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6098412976808728784" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6098412976808728784" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/07/shakira-moscas-en-la-casa.html" rel="alternate" title="Shakira : Moscas en la Casa" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-5986929919685842750</id><published>2008-07-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:03:48.036-07:00</updated><title type="text">Paramore: Misery Business</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi nueva banda favorita.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass it's tickin' like a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a matter of time before we all run out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I waited eight long months, she finally set him free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two weeks and we'd caught on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But God does it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause God it just feels so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking as innocent as possible to get to who, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They want and what they like, it's "easy if you do it right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But God does it feel so good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I got him where I want him right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause God it just feels so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It just feels so good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I watched his wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not one of them involving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not one of them involving... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I got him where I want him now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But God does it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause God it just feels so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/5986929919685842750/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/5986929919685842750" rel="replies" title="1 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/5986929919685842750" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/5986929919685842750" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/07/paramore-misery-business.html" rel="alternate" title="Paramore: Misery Business" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-6285327780970230371</id><published>2008-06-19T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:04:00.749-07:00</updated><title type="text">lo que no te digo</title><content type="html">Deja de hablar babosadas detras de mi y decime las cosas a mi.  Estoy arta de que andes juzgando a los demas cuando vos misma sabes que estas lejos de ser perfecta. Te diria todas las cosas que me en chinan de vos pero se que no bedo hacerlo, pero el dia llegara. El dia en el que explote y te diga todo lo que te mereces.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/6285327780970230371/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/6285327780970230371" rel="replies" title="2 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6285327780970230371" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6285327780970230371" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-que-no-te-digo.html" rel="alternate" title="lo que no te digo" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-6236040415611403745</id><published>2008-06-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:12:59.830-07:00</updated><title type="text">Foo Fighters - Home</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHsLuwdjbkI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHsLuwdjbkI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I were with you but I couldn't stay &lt;br /&gt;Every direction leads me away &lt;br /&gt;Pray for tomorrow but for today &lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the mirror you look the same &lt;br /&gt;Just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain &lt;br /&gt;Some want to cover, safe from the rain &lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoes and silence*,* patience and grace, &lt;br /&gt;All of these moments I'll never replace &lt;br /&gt;No fear of my heart, no absence of faith &lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I've loved, I have no regrets &lt;br /&gt;Some I remember some I forget &lt;br /&gt;Some of them living some of them dead &lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to be home</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/6236040415611403745/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/6236040415611403745" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6236040415611403745" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/6236040415611403745" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/foo-fighters-home.html" rel="alternate" title="Foo Fighters - Home" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-1137192677334566827</id><published>2008-06-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:58:18.817-07:00</updated><title type="text">RockBand  22 DE jUNIO</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQVKJlqnm5g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQVKJlqnm5g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya casi esta aquiiiiiiiiii!</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/1137192677334566827/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/1137192677334566827" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/1137192677334566827" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/1137192677334566827" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/ya-casi-esta-aquiiiiiiiiii.html" rel="alternate" title="RockBand  22 DE jUNIO" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-8101407685283513830</id><published>2008-06-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:27:08.087-07:00</updated><title type="text">Stupid Alarm.</title><content type="html">It's been two days. On Sunday about 5:oo am the neighbor's alarm went off. Since then it has not stopped, it's driving me crazy...  The worst part is that i'm forced to listen to it at night because the house is by my bedroom window.  By now the sound of the alarm has died down, but when night comes and the neighborhood is quiet, you can clearly hear the annoying sound of it.  The neighbors seem to be out on vacation because is Monday and the alarm is still going.  The cops never showed because the alarm is not registered to the alarm's company, therefore we can't do  any thing but wait for the neighbors to return and turn off the alarm.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/8101407685283513830/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/8101407685283513830" rel="replies" title="2 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/8101407685283513830" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/8101407685283513830" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-alarm.html" rel="alternate" title="Stupid Alarm." type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-1221985369931476447</id><published>2008-06-15T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:30:51.009-07:00</updated><title type="text">Jeff Dunham &amp; Akmend</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="344"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matadisimo del chiste.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/1221985369931476447/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/1221985369931476447" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/1221985369931476447" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/1221985369931476447" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeff-dunham-akmend.html" rel="alternate" title="Jeff Dunham &amp; Akmend" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-3505199794140224289</id><published>2008-06-14T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:33:54.698-07:00</updated><title type="text">I saw- Matt Nathanson</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="344"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUPVaY6zSkY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;And it's amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like you could save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you won't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then you tell me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if I told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you tell me that you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or would you hold me down forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I came to your for answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I swear I saw you opening up, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm surrounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You spill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All alive and brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll forget about you long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To forget why I need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I swear I saw you opening up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I would be heavenly if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby you'd just rescue me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drifting away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burning through everything now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I swear I saw you opening up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be heavenly if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby you'd just rescue me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw you opening up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I would be heavenly if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby you'd just rescue me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(este video esta a la mitad y no pude encontrar uno donde la cancion estuviera completa, pero oiganla porque es super chiva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/3505199794140224289/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/3505199794140224289" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/3505199794140224289" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/3505199794140224289" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-saw-matt-nathanson.html" rel="alternate" title="I saw- Matt Nathanson" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-4831232290769040129</id><published>2008-06-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:42:36.072-07:00</updated><title type="text">RockBand para Wii</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wiirally.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/rock_band_wii_bundle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.wiirally.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/rock_band_wii_bundle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de esperar por tanto tiempo al fin se sabe la fecha de lanzamiento. 22 de Junio (en US y Canda) . AL fIN! es la es la fecha que todos los fans de Rockband hemos estado esperando. Eso si, no es nada barato. El paquete que incluye la banda (osea la bateria, la guitarra, y el microfono) cuesta $169.99 y si comprastes Guitar Hero la guitarra no se puede usar para RB. Mala suerte.  La guitarra de RockBand del Wii sera wireless; cosa que es una ventaja puesto que en los otros sistemas la guitarra no lo es. Para los que quieren formar su banda poco a poco podran comprar los equipos por separado (yey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La desventaja de RB para el Wii esque no tenemos la abilidad de descargar las canciones asi como los usuarios de RB en otros sistemas. :(  Los controles del Wii tampoco podran ser de uso, lastimosamente no veremos uso de ellos en este tipo de juegos a diferencia de Guitar Hero en el cual el wiimote es elemental para la guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recientemente me fui a un Best Buy de por aqui y me puse a jugar un buen rato con el RockBand que tenian ahi. Tenian la Guitarra y la bateria, como iman me fui a la bateria. Estuve jugando por una hora. Me gusto tanto que ahora estoy que quiero comprar el juego pero solo por la bateria porque ya tengo GH3 pero para serles sincera RockBand es mucho mejor que GH3 es casi el mismo diseño pero lo bueno de RB es que podes agregar mas instrumentos y jugar con amigos, y podes tocar diferentes intrumentos y el papel como miembro de la banda cambia, y eso hace que el juego no sea tan monotono y aburrido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo quiero mi RB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/4831232290769040129/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/4831232290769040129" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/4831232290769040129" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/4831232290769040129" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/rockband-para-wii.html" rel="alternate" title="RockBand para Wii" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-8355314864819632062</id><published>2008-06-12T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:31:01.712-07:00</updated><title type="text">Frase del Dia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/hunkydoralaura/holding-hands1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/hunkydoralaura/holding-hands1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El amor verdadero, el amor ideal, el amor de alma, es el que solo desea la felicidad de la persona amada sin exigirle en pago nuestra propia felicidad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegando por la web me encontre estas palabras y las quise compartir.</content><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/feeds/8355314864819632062/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar comentarios" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2252132334238529770/8355314864819632062" rel="replies" title="0 comentarios" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/8355314864819632062" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2252132334238529770/posts/default/8355314864819632062" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://contralacorriente1.blogspot.com/2008/06/frase-del-dia.html" rel="alternate" title="Frase del Dia" type="text/html"/><author><name>Parvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555573373591030703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252132334238529770.post-1736983863769219469</id><published>2008-06-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:24:37.082-07:00</updated><title type="text">Madly - Tristan Prettyman</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQE24WFdVXc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQE24WFdVXc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not surprised that you still call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm more surprised that I don't answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up the phone to call you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up the phone to call you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't it funny how things work out like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause the time that it takes to open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the time that it took me realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well tell that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me i'm the only and that's all I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well if you really love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you see me leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I've been good, no i've been great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say you're in a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And honestly I might be for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But theres a tone in my voice that gives away my selfish choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could my heart beat any faster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause the time that it takes to pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the time that it took me to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me I'm the only and thats all I need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well if you really love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you see me leaving baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We give it up, try to find what was with us all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gotta lose some things if you're ever gonna get on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And who was wrong who was right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always end up in a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I won, but now I find....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you really love me when you see me leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well tell me that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me I'm the only and that's all I need to know know know know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you really love me, when you see me leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baby just let it go no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madly madly madly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you see me leaving baby, just let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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