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Florencia</title><content type="html">&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" style="outline:none;" data="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/fish.swf?up_backgroundImage=http://&amp;up_fishColor1=3AB586&amp;up_fishColor6=F45540&amp;up_fishColor4=F45540&amp;up_numFish=2&amp;up_fishColor7=F45540&amp;up_fishColor10=F45540&amp;up_fishColor2=1A676E&amp;up_fishColor8=F45540&amp;up_fishColor9=F45540&amp;up_foodColor=FCB347&amp;up_fishName=richard &amp; florencia&amp;up_fishColor3=F45540&amp;up_backgroundColor=F0F7FF&amp;up_fishColor5=F45540&amp;" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/fish.swf?up_backgroundImage=http://&amp;up_fishColor1=3AB586&amp;up_fishColor6=F45540&amp;up_fishColor4=F45540&amp;up_numFish=2&amp;up_fishColor7=F45540&amp;up_fishColor10=F45540&amp;up_fishColor2=1A676E&amp;up_fishColor8=F45540&amp;up_fishColor9=F45540&amp;up_foodColor=FCB347&amp;up_fishName=richard &amp; 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Florencia" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRHY-fCp7ImA9Wx5UEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-7798756291169547561</id><published>2010-10-14T13:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:18:15.854-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-14T14:18:15.854-03:00</app:edited><title>o es para darle un toque " festivo-juvenil"?</title><content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i used to enjoy writin in 'er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;en el 4 piso estudiando los actos preparatorios, Inter criminis penal I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gawd im bored,can I go home?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no, turistear or something, *the tourist* hey man calm down, calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;De aquí veo el depto de un compañero y me acuerdo cuando estaba en esa escalerita blanca fumandome un pucho y ellos se metian a la piscina y yo les sacaba fotos, that was fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nosé para que escribí si no lo usaré, me acordé de la clave nomas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hay unos niños estudiando a mi lado y jamás los había visto en mi vida, is that even possible?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blah blah bah blah and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;yeh, sure, who doesnt feel like a veronica  ? * Yer beautiful* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-3rikUQ34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-3rikUQ34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-7798756291169547561?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/7798756291169547561/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=7798756291169547561" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7798756291169547561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7798756291169547561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/ZQ2zOQuwAMs/this-isnt-just-spoke-in-my-menstrual.html" title="o es para darle un toque &quot; festivo-juvenil&quot;?" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-isnt-just-spoke-in-my-menstrual.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HR3Y6eSp7ImA9Wx5UEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-1273352103592874330</id><published>2010-06-05T16:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:15:36.811-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-14T13:15:36.811-03:00</app:edited><title>highlights of the week</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*Fuí al estadio Chile-Israel ganó chile 3-0. Fue lo más bacán ever. estaba llenisimo , hacia frio, haciamos olas gritabamos ce ache i.ele con e, chichi chi lelele viva chile.grite con los goles and stuff.nunca pensé que entrendría con el football,lo entiendo re-poco pero HEY!sé algunas cosas y creo que eso es un logro enorme. Fuí con Felipe , su hermano y allá sus amigos nos guardaban puesto. sentí pena por los que compraron en galucha no veian NADA, nosotros teniamos buena ubicacion y vimos todo aún con la asquerosa neblina.Mi hermano tambien fue con su polola pero no nos vimos jamás ajaja pero nos llamabamos constantemente&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq3C-jiUSI/AAAAAAAADwM/kGev7dPkysA/s1600/20100530213747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq3C-jiUSI/AAAAAAAADwM/kGev7dPkysA/s400/20100530213747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479393158429298978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq24rzxDyI/AAAAAAAADwE/GbC4z1HHQ6w/s1600/20100530220805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq24rzxDyI/AAAAAAAADwE/GbC4z1HHQ6w/s400/20100530220805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479392981598408482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*el jueves caminé infinto. Fui a buscar mi pase escolar.llege a las 9 a un creepy place trás una funeraria.Fue awkward pq eramos como 8  tipos haciendo la fila  enun principio y todos contaban sus historias  de cmo lo perdieron,robaron,etc and im not a mornin person y me rehusaba a hablar .Hize una fila de 2 horas conte the same fuckin story que cuento hace 3 años y me mandaron a la chucha. tenía que ir a ejercito que queda al fin del mundo. Onda. infintas cuadras, de la civilización, hay piso de tierra, gallinas, olor casi a campo. yo una vez fui me sentía ultra turista. Ir sola no era una opción, es brigido. no sabía como ir en micro y al final me acordé que mi nuevo celular tiene gps. duh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Al final el primo de mi pololo que es a la vez pololo de mi mejor amiga ahahah (it's a bit confusing) me acompaño. Atravezamos chinatown sólo para que me mandaran a la chucha denuevo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;no te carga eso? saber que te mandaran a la chucha pero aún así sabes que tienes que ir para aguantar el golpe y poner la otra mejilla? ajaja horrible. entremedio hablamos de la vida, pensamos que nos asaltarian, vimos un perro muerto,en fin. Salimos del tramite y volvimos a caminar infinito y decidimos que queriamos milkshakes, no pillamos pero tomamos helado. café helado paraoctavio, yogurt helado frutilla-frambuesa for lil konst. caminamos hasta peruvian square ,volvimos a la u y aun no tengo mi pase lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq3ZGaTUNI/AAAAAAAADwU/WiiYIt0JAyQ/s1600/tt_20719918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq3ZGaTUNI/AAAAAAAADwU/WiiYIt0JAyQ/s400/tt_20719918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479393538495172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Ayer quizás Felipe me vendría a ver luego de su fútbol match que era quite a big deal, onda el partido más importante del año. Al final nose como yo iría a verlo con un amigo, soy una cheerleader.Había un taco asqueroso, me demoré media hora en llegar sólo al puente.tomé la unica micro que pasaba y estaba almenos a 1o cuadras, opté por bajarme y correr. Sí, yo corrí 10 cuadras y nisiquiera me puse roja! me juraba una atleta de elite.El partido estuvo buenisimo,súper peliado. Conocí a más amigos del felipe. son todos buena onda. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te dejo en tu casa y voy a la mía me ducho y te paso a búscar y salimos o vamos pa mi casa al toque&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLegamos a su casa, se ducho, hicimos once rica en cama&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;té,pan pita,queso,palta y crackers para mi pq sabe que no como pan.y neah, era imposible salir,estabamos muertos, al punto que haciamos maravillas para no quedarnos dormidos, pobre felipe estaba molidisimo y yo que soy la más apañadora ,ajaj solidarizaba con el con un sueño terrorifico..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq4KkSd2JI/AAAAAAAADwc/ecq6m7zxUV4/s1600/20100604194934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq4KkSd2JI/AAAAAAAADwc/ecq6m7zxUV4/s400/20100604194934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394388328962194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-1273352103592874330?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1273352103592874330/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=1273352103592874330" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1273352103592874330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1273352103592874330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/Z1-ckfuvzx0/highlights-of-week.html" title="highlights of the week" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/TAq3C-jiUSI/AAAAAAAADwM/kGev7dPkysA/s72-c/20100530213747.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/06/highlights-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCQHo5eip7ImA9WxFWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-7364369703308520077</id><published>2010-06-03T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:09:21.422-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-03T22:09:21.422-04:00</app:edited><title>you think you have it , but you dont</title><content type="html">utah, pensé que volvia pero me da paja escribir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siga el twitter mejor por ahora parece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fakekonstanza"&gt;http://twitter.com/fakekonstanza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-7364369703308520077?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/7364369703308520077/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=7364369703308520077" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7364369703308520077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7364369703308520077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/OfoVku6Jhok/you-think-you-have-it-but-you-dont.html" title="you think you have it , but you dont" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-think-you-have-it-but-you-dont.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANRnYzeSp7ImA9Wx5UEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-1446285821879846636</id><published>2010-05-29T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:19:57.881-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-14T14:19:57.881-03:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Le compré la polera oficial de la seleccion al novio(&lt;i&gt;he's the biggest fan of football EVER&lt;/i&gt;). Se *enoja*.Dice que no quiere que gaste plata en él.Pero para que es el dinero? es pa gastarlo en la gente que uno quiere, jamás le he encontrado otra razón.&lt;br /&gt;-Dude, como vas a ver el mundial sin la polera de la selección? no seas ordinario.&lt;br /&gt;-Pero te dije que no!&lt;br /&gt;-Media wea, ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El domingo vamos a ver el partido Chile-Israel.who would think i would enjoy a football match ?I can fuckin wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-1446285821879846636?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1446285821879846636/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=1446285821879846636" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1446285821879846636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1446285821879846636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/V_tqt1J3yC8/le-compre-la-polera-oficial-de-la.html" title="" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/05/le-compre-la-polera-oficial-de-la.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNRXc5eCp7ImA9WxFWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-5795983136648800530</id><published>2010-05-28T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:08:14.920-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-28T11:08:14.920-04:00</app:edited><title>someday months ago</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/S__btpmGrkI/AAAAAAAADv8/YrOztGyh8Dk/s1600/tumblr_kzm5j9JReX1qaq706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/S__btpmGrkI/AAAAAAAADv8/YrOztGyh8Dk/s640/tumblr_kzm5j9JReX1qaq706.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So i just downloaded all the music from the kooks , dont know really  why; i dont like them that much,i dont think i even like them but  there’s something weird about them, i mean they are pretty lame, arent  they? i think they are just the brit version of the jhonnasbrothers  ;bunch of cute indie boys with the tightest pants i’ve ever seen ,  comfiest cardigans ever, nice guitar tunes and pretty shitty lyrics  about some teenager affair that ended up for some crappy fight or  anyshit like that. but still ya want to say “&lt;em&gt;fuck yeah they are  Boss!&lt;/em&gt;” tho i find it a quite embarrising thing to say. Secretly (&lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt;)*might*  like them but i dont wanna be uncool (J&lt;strike&gt;AJAJA&lt;/strike&gt;). i think  they just bring me the good days cuz otherwise if i want to listen to  crappy english music i could just hear &lt;strike&gt;razorlight&lt;/strike&gt; ,&lt;strike&gt;  lets face it they are prett&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;y lame as well but it’s  worse cuz they are older&lt;/strike&gt;. I still havent figured out weather i  love or hate Luke Pritchard, I still dont know why i ask myself this all  the time!!! . It’s a pretty lame and disgustin question,and it only  proves the sick groupie I am, but i’ve decided that from now on this  will be the limbo ,THE QUESTION, the barometre to test any new people in  my life. I remember long long&amp;nbsp; shy and coy acoustic sessions and then  talks over ciggies ‘bout how stupid and arrogant that fucker was but  whot a lovely hair he has. he does has a pretty motherfuckin hair,  doesnt he? yeh cute hair but whot a cunt he is. *self absorved* and *I  try to look like Bob Dylan and be bigger than Lennon but im hopin no one  will tell cuz i write shit music for hipster under 18 years old* Still  cant decide if i like him or not, probably yes, i have a weird almost  psychotic taste in men. Wich is weird cuz i have a great relationship  with my dad but Freud can go and fuckhimself i dont believe in his crazy  theories,so i will not apply that in my life, so i have a proper taste  in men,i s’pose (?), anyways it doesnt matter whot i think , he’s still  get the girls, has an AWESOME guitar and gets the buzz, FUCK, I WANT THE  GIRLS AND THE BUZZ, juat kiddin, i want the boys and the buzz. okey  okey i would acept the guitar too; still if any of you could be here ya  could ‘ear me sing&amp;nbsp; “i ‘erd ya knockin on my door, darlin 20 times or  more” whot a fuckin brilliant song is that but just because it’s sounds  like the police, YEH, YOU CAN’T TRICK ME PRITCHARD I KNOW WHOT YOU TRIED  TO DO YOU LIL PRAT .The first cd is quite good anyways, the second  sucks big time,still i feel embarrased bein singin now “Oh la” BUT its  the glastonbury version so i think i&amp;nbsp; can say”im saved” so&amp;nbsp; now i know i  wont go the hell for this. &lt;strong&gt;Oh my,oh my,whot a motherfuckin twat  I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-5795983136648800530?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5795983136648800530/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=5795983136648800530" title="3 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5795983136648800530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5795983136648800530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/WphwaCFyyeM/someday-months-ago.html" title="someday months ago" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/S__btpmGrkI/AAAAAAAADv8/YrOztGyh8Dk/s72-c/tumblr_kzm5j9JReX1qaq706.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/05/someday-months-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNSX84eyp7ImA9WxFWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-5753438445745399238</id><published>2010-05-28T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:48:18.133-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-28T10:48:18.133-04:00</app:edited><title>a friend who bleeds is better</title><content type="html">me desperté a las 4 am.aw la maravillosa agonía de la reseca. Que pena no poder disfrutarla. en cambio:&lt;br /&gt;
*4 galletas con queso&lt;br /&gt;
*café con leche&lt;br /&gt;
*té&lt;br /&gt;
*muffin.&lt;br /&gt;
desayuno de campeones &lt;br /&gt;
that will make the trick and stop my hungover so i can study &lt;br /&gt;
mi útero me odia demasiado. yo no a él. oh gawd why can we all get along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-5753438445745399238?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5753438445745399238/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=5753438445745399238" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5753438445745399238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5753438445745399238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/Fm_kZHjKPQ0/friend-who-bleeds-is-better.html" title="a friend who bleeds is better" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2010/05/friend-who-bleeds-is-better.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCSXY4eSp7ImA9WxFWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-1171816249580717583</id><published>2009-12-04T09:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:52:48.831-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-28T10:52:48.831-04:00</app:edited><title>crimemates.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SxkCx9V5o8I/AAAAAAAADv0/sj1AhlVw0i8/s1600-h/heathers_l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411359484565627842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SxkCx9V5o8I/AAAAAAAADv0/sj1AhlVw0i8/s400/heathers_l.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-1171816249580717583?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1171816249580717583/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=1171816249580717583" title="1 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1171816249580717583?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1171816249580717583?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/e6m0kze2A28/crimemates.html" title="crimemates." /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SxkCx9V5o8I/AAAAAAAADv0/sj1AhlVw0i8/s72-c/heathers_l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/12/crimemates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFRnk9cCp7ImA9WxFWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-3728136074572556012</id><published>2009-11-13T09:56:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:20:17.768-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-29T11:20:17.768-04:00</app:edited><title>yeh, its like uh..</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*La &lt;/span&gt;cosa ha sido más o menos así. Estuvo de cumpleaños la flagga. Mi amigaza interstelar,le hicimos algo piola acá, con infinitas cosas chanchas pa comer vinito y veriamos movies ella quería que pasara como un dia normal, porque es terrible cumplir 20 años,pero a las 12 yo aparecí con un pastelito y una vela.JIJII. pero no resulto eso de las peliculas, asi que vimos porno. Yo jamás habia visto weas así jajaja lo encontre demasiado fome y aburrido, pero me rei caleta por lo tonto y absurdo que era, webiamos montones y la flagga me sacaba miles de fotos en macro pa reirse de mis pecas . so sad.La ro es igual a la alices glass la mina de crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Tuv&lt;/span&gt;e mi examen de civil, que fue una masacre todo reprobaban.Lo reprobé. Me lo sabía todo todo todo, te juro que me supe todas las preguntas de mis compañeros. Pero pasé yo y me bloquié y hable montones de weas entonces entre en pánico, fue todo en slow motion, me agarraba la cabeza , los profesores me miraban ahah una fuckin nightmare.Una compañera decia que parecia pasa por crack.son cosas que pasan. Lo paso en el repete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Con&lt;/span&gt; los boys fuimos  a ver a un amigo que tocaba en el foro de la udec fue chori, me reí tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de un shuper que cantaba con gafas cuando no habia sol y se juraba Jhonny rotten ahaha perdedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*En &lt;/span&gt;literatura vimos videos de fred astaire, ginger, judy garland. Fue grosso porque eran weas que no veía de hace mil años. yo todo lo que pensaba era "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4EKVxA1wDc"&gt;i m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4EKVxA1wDc"&gt;ake money like fred astaire&lt;/a&gt;" "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXGCVmf3Hsc"&gt;fred and ginger are too sentimenta&lt;/a&gt;l" "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5O-yCEgQps"&gt;but youre not judy garland&lt;/a&gt;" las canciones más perfectas con las personas más idoneas. llege a mi casa cantando &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g4lY8Y3eoo"&gt; have yourself a merry little christma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g4lY8Y3eoo"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;, mi canción fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;orita de navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Con&lt;/span&gt; una amiga intentamos arreglar mi camara digital que murío finalmente.Lo más raro es que sirve sólo en funcion Ráfaga y con un efecto realmente bueno. asi que sacamos un par de fotos pa probar ,la dakota salio hermosa  juntos a fatso&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;porque es hermosa. Llegamos a la con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;clusion que tengo una cara de noob que no me la quita nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9573_6cde.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9573_6cde.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 476px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 638px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9548_d828.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9548_d828.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 482px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 634px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9532_7d65.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9532_7d65.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 482px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 636px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9510_48ab.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0535/9510_48ab.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 482px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 642px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0528/6208_67dd_800.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0528/6208_67dd_800.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 859px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 646px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0528/6364_1957_800.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://asset.soup.io/asset/0528/6364_1957_800.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 489px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 653px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-3728136074572556012?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/3728136074572556012/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=3728136074572556012" title="8 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/3728136074572556012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/3728136074572556012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/RFNkbOFrxVg/yeh-its-like-uh.html" title="yeh, its like uh.." /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeh-its-like-uh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDQXg5eyp7ImA9WxNbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-1653851323928032301</id><published>2009-11-01T12:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:36:10.623-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T09:36:10.623-03:00</app:edited><title>all over these weeks</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- es estúpido decir "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuando seamos grandes...&lt;/span&gt;" cuando ya tienes 20 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Antes comprabamos fourpax de becker juntando las chauchas y nos ibamos pa la laguna en una casa ultra escondidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Y bueno,ahora compramos vinito blanco ese de grandes. no el cooler ni el grosso. Late Harvest&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; mínimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Pero aún siento que soy muy chica para tener 20 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-osea, en el fondo chatchatchatchatchatchatchatachata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Me dio tanta verguenza cuando me escuchó cantar Cat Power , porque yo que me juraba dando el medio rollin stone session sola;&lt;br /&gt;-estupidecez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/Su2q0W8Ag8I/AAAAAAAADvo/byIlYaaJF94/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 404px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/Su2q0W8Ag8I/AAAAAAAADvo/byIlYaaJF94/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399159344774284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-1653851323928032301?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1653851323928032301/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=1653851323928032301" title="3 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1653851323928032301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/1653851323928032301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/S-gONdfAZ5w/all-over-these-weeks.html" title="all over these weeks" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/Su2q0W8Ag8I/AAAAAAAADvo/byIlYaaJF94/s72-c/2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-over-these-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQEQncyeCp7ImA9WxNVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-271662279044027989</id><published>2009-10-25T12:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:25:03.990-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T12:25:03.990-03:00</app:edited><title>el nuevo cd d Devendra. makes me happy.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tengo artas ganas de escribir artas weas, principalmente porque es kinda funny after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Per aún no porque no entiendo nada y porque me da paja y no corresponde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pero dentro de todo bien eh. dentro de todo bien. Quiero lunes luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;porque dejemosnos de joder, Esto es lo que mejor sé hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SuRtV1ZLoaI/AAAAAAAADvg/YTn_RUP7meM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SuRtV1ZLoaI/AAAAAAAADvg/YTn_RUP7meM/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396558475374076322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-271662279044027989?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/271662279044027989/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=271662279044027989" title="4 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/271662279044027989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/271662279044027989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/gM2XzYNNFB0/el-nuevo-cd-d-devendra-makes-me-happy.html" title="el nuevo cd d Devendra. makes me happy." /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SuRtV1ZLoaI/AAAAAAAADvg/YTn_RUP7meM/s72-c/1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-nuevo-cd-d-devendra-makes-me-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYERXo8fCp7ImA9Wx5UEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-4288919364888090642</id><published>2009-10-18T11:06:00.038-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:18:24.474-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-14T13:18:24.474-03:00</app:edited><title>Rich kids dressed up, dancin on london streets</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La fiesta de la facultad was all sorta fun, fue terrible si porque salí de la U a las 7:30 en llegar acá 8:00 pm y empezaba a las 10. Me dio paja cualquier intento de peluquería o esas cosas , thats not for me, instead, vi tele y luego  onda  9:30 me empeze a preocupar un poco. soy tan mediocre dios mio.ANYFUCKINWAYS Lo pasé d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;emasiado bien, aunque el lugar erá  bastante pintoresco(?)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fue en talcahuano)&lt;/span&gt;, nos reimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lamos, can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tamos,HASTA baile una ranchera! ajajaj. Igual bien porque lo que no invirtieron en el lugar, lo invirtieron en un excelente bar. Allí descubrí mi nuevo amor "Gin &amp;amp; tonic" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;un compañero me lo paso y me dijo "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta wea es agua&lt;/span&gt;" ami me encantó porque es suave, engañ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;oso tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lo más frea&lt;/span&gt;k de la noche? cuando prendieron la luces y cerraron el bar porque una niña con corona (?) había perdido su chaleco. Y no se habriría la barra hasta que apareciera. Mis compañeros? Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pete copete copete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copete! Bar bar bar! o saquen a la sweet sixteen!,nadie se pescó a la pobre niña.HAHAHA igual loser pero igual nanais. Y cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ando me senté un niño se me acerca a decirme que le gustaban mis gafas. WTF? que gafas weon? y ahi me explico que me veía en la u y le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gustaba mi "onda" quien chucha eri? era un loco de 5 año. uh..ok pobrecito , seguro se confundio porque yo salgo de mis clases y me voy pa mi casa al tiro :nerd:. La cosa es que fue demasiado bacan me hacia falta un break así antes de entrar a los examenes. llege a las 5:30 muerta . 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text-align: justify;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El 12 octubré. se cumplieron 4 años que tengo este blog. of course i never thought about it.( &lt;i&gt;until now ,yeah?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt; 4 years...whot a fuckin nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/StZ3joV9k1I/AAAAAAAADrw/aUjtrMuIhRg/s1600-h/31116962-db8f6538aa7a82efc1780a3911025487.4ab6d073-full_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 439px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/StZ3joV9k1I/AAAAAAAADrw/aUjtrMuIhRg/s400/31116962-db8f6538aa7a82efc1780a3911025487.4ab6d073-full_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-5102547787502141383?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5102547787502141383/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=5102547787502141383" title="3 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5102547787502141383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5102547787502141383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/gkiRXddA7iE/happy-b-day.html" title="Happy B-day modafaka" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/StZ3joV9k1I/AAAAAAAADrw/aUjtrMuIhRg/s72-c/31116962-db8f6538aa7a82efc1780a3911025487.4ab6d073-full_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-b-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQXwzeip7ImA9WxNXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-5363722111590103033</id><published>2009-10-03T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:04:20.282-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T13:04:20.282-04:00</app:edited><title>Shy and coy</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i might be comming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-5363722111590103033?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5363722111590103033/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=5363722111590103033" title="8 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5363722111590103033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/5363722111590103033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/MFUKTMyZZqo/shy-and-coy.html" title="Shy and coy" /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/10/shy-and-coy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQXg5fCp7ImA9WxNSEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707013813690360062.post-7610114458204900854</id><published>2009-08-23T15:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:38:40.624-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-23T15:38:40.624-04:00</app:edited><title>CHAO.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;No quiero usar esta wea en infinito tiempo mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707013813690360062-7610114458204900854?l=konstrecords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/7610114458204900854/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707013813690360062&amp;postID=7610114458204900854" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7610114458204900854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707013813690360062/posts/default/7610114458204900854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheRoomIsOnFireAsShesHavingCramps/~3/nVP5_Mg0qs0/chao.html" title="CHAO." /><author><name>konst</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Li0pTgMxCo/SdASRMuwqAI/AAAAAAAADag/2UUDMhCCRQ0/S220/n1118204207_7626.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://konstrecords.blogspot.com/2009/08/chao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

