<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133</id><updated>2012-01-19T13:09:34.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Tomy's opinions on everything</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Tomy's thoughts;
I am Tomy's strange ideas;
I am Tomy's crazy little mind;
I am Tomy's stupid comments on life... in conclusion:
I am Tomy on the internet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-112866946680919508</id><published>2005-10-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:17:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: " You come on like a drug, I just can't get enough, I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more..."  - garbagey como dicta la tradición...Öktøber's SoundtrackLos Amigos Invisibles - Ponerte en CuatroRilo Kiley - The Good that Won't Come outGarbage - Bad BoyfriendPink Floyd - Take it BackSnow Patrol - WowNew Order - CeremonyNatalia y la Forquetina - En tus OjosBob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112866946680919508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112866946680919508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-todays-lyric-is_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-112849492180050052</id><published>2005-10-04T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:48:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "... we fought for good, stood side by side, our friendship never died; on stranger waves, the lows and highs, our vision touched the sky, immortalists with points to prove, I put my trust in you..."  - joy division como han cambiado las cosas... browsing through my own blog, reading about things i did, have done, wanted to do or haven't done yet otro tanto de cosas han </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112849492180050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112849492180050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-todays-lyric-is_04.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-112832422323828333</id><published>2005-10-03T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:24:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: " Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask, you are a flatulent pain in the arse, I do not mean to be so rude... still, I must speak frankly Mr. Shankly, oh give us your money."  - the smithsasi de la nada me puse a leer lo que habia escrito la ultima vez... lei unos cuantos otros...por ultimo dije                                    POR QUE NO?y pues aqui estoy de nuevo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112832422323828333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=112832422323828333' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112832422323828333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/112832422323828333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110785095521229119</id><published>2005-02-08T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:22:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "inside you pretended, crimes have been swept aside, somewhere, where they can forget... divive upper reaches, still holding on..."  - portishead(sin titulo)            Roma: La Ciudad Eterna.  Una de los centros urbanos mas antiguos del mundo, lleno de construcciones antiguas, templos mitológicos, plazas populares, inundada de condominios y departamentos, rodeada por</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110785095521229119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110785095521229119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-todays-lyric-is_08.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110785060476266624</id><published>2005-02-07T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:16:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "you and me, we're in this together now, none of them can stop us now, we will make it through somehow; you and me, if the world should break in two, until the very end of me, until the very end of you."  - nine inch nailsit hurts... it's blurrier, it's painfulit's the coming and going of a good thingit's indescribable, how did it come to this somehow again?it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110785060476266624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110785060476266624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-todays-lyric-is_07.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110768898868573878</id><published>2005-02-06T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T03:23:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intense</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110768898868573878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110768898868573878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/intense.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110747704106905914</id><published>2005-02-03T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:30:41.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "My buddies and their homies all come along, they seem invincible as they surf  along, the sea is rollin' like a thousand pound keg, we're goin' surfin',  we're goin' surfin!"  - weezerok... it's time to stop downloading music in BULKFEBRUARY'S SOUNDTRACK:U2 - All Because of YouDeath Cab for Cutie - Expo '86The Beatles - And i love herAir - Dirty TripZero 7 - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110747704106905914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=110747704106905914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110747704106905914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110747704106905914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-todays-lyric-is_03.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110747529045207942</id><published>2005-02-02T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:01:30.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "You say we’ve overcome, nothing is wrong... you say our job is done, the battle is  won... but we’ve only just begun."  - koopme siento inspirado de cierta forma por ahoritatipica emocion de principio del semestrefresco de las vacacionesmucho que hacer, bastante activoespero que la emocion me dure hasta acabar el semestreespero agarrar un trabajoespero no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110747529045207942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=110747529045207942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110747529045207942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110747529045207942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110715106088715355</id><published>2005-01-30T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:57:40.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "little angel go away, come again another day, the devil has my ear today, i'll never hear a word you say, he promised i would find a little solace and some peace of mind..."  - a perfect circlei feel so small, borderlining insignificantin some way, i'm scared now more than ever...it always starts with doubt witch turned too regret for a brief momentthen it was some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110715106088715355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110715106088715355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-todays-lyric-is_30.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110672279508490301</id><published>2005-01-25T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:59:55.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "there is a sound on the other side of this wall, a bird is singing on the other side of this glass... footsteps... concealed, silence is preserving a voice... walking in the wind at the waters edge comes close to covering my rubber feet..."  - underworldALRIGHT!!  llegue a tiempo, solo prendo la pc y chaCHINGok here we go... floor tickets my god!NO!  ok que esta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110672279508490301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110672279508490301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-todays-lyric-is_25.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110663452337495752</id><published>2005-01-24T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:03:46.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "I'm free to roam cause it's my home, you can't stop sweet inclination, the kids want the system braking down not higher education, if it ain't no natural law, then you can keep your regulations... 'cause if I like it I do it!" - jamiroquaiok... horas antes de obtenerlos... solo puedo puedo describirlo con una palabra: emociónno quiero echarme la sal ni nada, pero... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110663452337495752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110663452337495752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110637317744988043</id><published>2005-01-21T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:52:57.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And today’s lyric is…: “in summer I can taste the salty sea, there's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze, I wonder what's gonna happen to you, you wonder what has happened to me…”  - u2Despues de tantisimos fallidos intentos de escribir un mugroso post, este sera exitoso porque lo estoy escribiendo en word y lo unico que me puede fallar es que le caiga un rayo a mi laptop o que el dvd de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110637317744988043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110637317744988043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-todays-lyric-is-in-summer-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110106085671714306</id><published>2004-11-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T10:14:16.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyrics: "take a look to the sky just before you die, it's the last time you will!..."  - metallicai felt a sudden thrill rush as i read on some web page the following note:December 22Nortec nights, techno music with Bostich, at Galaxy Club in Pueblo Amigo, 8 p.m., cover 5 dlls.a la proxima, por favor indicar la fecha junto con el año, para no confundir un dia 22 de diciembre de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110106085671714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110106085671714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-todays-lyrics-take-look-to-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110102019826140278</id><published>2004-11-20T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:56:38.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO MANCHES!ni si quiera desahogarme aqui puedo!!!talk about unlucky days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110102019826140278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110102019826140278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-manches-ni-si-quiera-desahogarme.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110067486414665682</id><published>2004-11-16T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:01:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so besamey, besamey mucho yeah love me forever, say that you'll always be mine... cha cha BOOM"  - the beatlesthe happiest month of the year needs a good soundtrackNovember sounds like...:death cab for cutie - title and registrationalicia keys - if i ain't got youazul violeta - es hora yathe beatles - come togetherbeastie boys - right right now nowcafe tacuba -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110067486414665682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110067486414665682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-todays-lyric-is_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-110067324677576188</id><published>2004-11-12T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:34:06.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is... "You're the warmth in my summer breeze, You're the ivory to my ebony keys, You would share your last belly bean, You would somersault in sand with me..."  - zero 7los dias son largos y las noches son cortasel tiempo corre y pasan casi por desapercibido los dias, pero los recuerdos persisten siempre (ok, ya me gusto definitivamente mucho transatlanticism de dcfc) como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110067324677576188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/110067324677576188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-todays-lyric-is_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109963970407331796</id><published>2004-11-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:28:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "I fell in love with the sweet sensation, I gave my heart to a simple chord, I gave my soul to a new religion, whatever happened to you? whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?..."  - black rebel motorcycle clubrollercoasters are so cool... not the love kindat least not mine, perhaps some are up for that kind of relationshipsa rollercoaster is not fun when it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109963970407331796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109963970407331796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109921266797818847</id><published>2004-10-31T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T01:51:07.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>completo y total enojo o frustracionmas bien frustracionpero de esa horriblecon la que te dan ganas de matar un bum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109921266797818847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109921266797818847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/completo-y-total-enojo-o-frustracion.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109911490729029809</id><published>2004-10-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:41:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "What you thought was such a conquest... your hair is so pretty and red... baby, baby, you're really the best..."  - interpolestoy escuchando en este preciso momento un concierto al cual quise haber ido pero como lo he experimentado tanto este año, la siguiente ecuacion me afecta mucho:ganas de ir a un concierto - dinero que no tengo - no trabajar = valer madrepor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911490729029809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911490729029809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109911402951951040</id><published>2004-10-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:27:09.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "someday when i'm awfully low, when the world is cold, i will feel a glow just thinking of you and the way you look tonight..." - frankieit feels kinda different this time around...maybe not different, better perhapsit's the kind of situation that one wants to live forever, but forever seems too long and far awayit's beautiful to evolve, to look back and say "it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911402951951040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911402951951040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_28.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109894279692814612</id><published>2004-10-27T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:53:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: " thought I recognized your face amongst all of those strangers, but I am the stranger now amongst all of the recognized..."  - flaming lipsit's history repeating, not the proppellerhead kindes dificil caer en la rutina de cualquier forma... hay tantas cosas en el dia que hace cada uno interesante, hay que ser bastante cerrado e igonorante creo yo para que eso llegue a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109894279692814612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109894279692814612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109911709545916980</id><published>2004-10-26T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:24:12.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "dormi lo suficiente, es hora ya de despertar para iniciar la busqueda de una razon para vivir... contemplo la caida que al final me llevara al renacer con sangre nueva..." - azul violetadejare de desapreciar las habilidades musicales de azul violeta...nose porque nunca me habia percatado anteriormente de escucharlossera porque veia a tu luz y extasis como canciones "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911709545916980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109911709545916980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_26.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109799029184286182</id><published>2004-10-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:18:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so everybody put your best suit or dress on, let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once..."  - death cab for cutieacabo de descubrir un detalle importante y bastante trascendental de mi psyque... tomando encuenta que ni si quiera tengo la mas minima idea de lo que quiere decir tal palabraal ir transitando por la zona del rio el dia de hoy, a mi lado me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109799029184286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109799029184286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109799105185417549</id><published>2004-10-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:30:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oktober's soundtrack:death cab for cutie - the new yearfranz ferdinand - cheating on youcafe tacuba - el tlatoani del barriopixies - bone machinethe herbaliser - moon sequencejimi hendrix - voodoo chilesmashing pumpkins - drownmiles davis - someday my prince will comejamiroquai - cosmic girlazul violeta - no estoy bientre molo - nylonno doubt - trapped in a boxkraftwerk - music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109799105185417549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109799105185417549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/oktobers-soundtrack-death-cab-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109769344085622400</id><published>2004-10-13T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:50:40.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "when summer got sterile with books and minds, we found this time, there's no compromise, and in the cannon's glow... we're side by side"  - spartael robo de mercancias, carros, stereos, bolsas, cualquier estupidez importante para otra persona en la calle, debe ser una industria extensa y lucrativa... obviamente si no no seria tan comun en tantisimas partes del mundo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109769344085622400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109769344085622400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is_13.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109764846864787306</id><published>2004-10-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:21:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "wait a minute something's wrong here, lord have mercy, those key won't unlock the door... i have a bad feeling that... my baby don't live here no more..."  - jimi hendrixpor fin despues de tanto tiempo, y hasta que tuve tiempo y sin interrupciones familiares malditasbrought to you by UNcut: Dr. Strangelove or: how i learned to stop worrying and love the bomb (1964) y</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109764846864787306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109764846864787306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109531364781074736</id><published>2004-09-15T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:47:27.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "music and wine just to pass the time, music and wine were the only friends of mine..."  - blue sixque curada, que bonito, muchas memorias me llenan la mente hoy, nada de patriotismo ni de martires nacionales... cosas bonitas, el tipo de memorias que te ponen una sonrisota en la cara:  happiest place on earth, happiest person to be with, happiest i've ever beenhas it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109531364781074736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109531364781074736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_15.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109531457618177807</id><published>2004-09-14T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:02:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "si no hiciste tanto mal, si lo quisiste deshacer, arrepentimiento, quizas mañana este ciego Dios."  - lucybellel mes de la patria... don't believe in that crap anymoreSeptember's Soundtrack:Blink 182 - Apple ShampooThe Cranberries - LingerPortishead - MysterionsNew Order - Thieves Like UsCafé Tacvba - Tropico de CancerAzul Violeta - ContactoLucybell - Eclipses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109531457618177807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=109531457618177807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109531457618177807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109531457618177807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_14.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109510755380877297</id><published>2004-09-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:32:33.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "oh, it's called love and it belongs to us, oh it dies so quickly, it grows so slowly, but when it dies, it dies for good..."  - new orderis it possible to skip the drinking issue with one's parents?  maybe not skip it but it's harder i believe when a family is traditionaly sober and gets surprised by drunks on their sorroundings... it's always kinda a tough issue, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109510755380877297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109510755380877297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_13.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109487835530283784</id><published>2004-09-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:52:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "if you could get by trying not to lie things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used, but you always really knew I just wanna be with you..."  - the cranberries"soy triste juguete de la suerte"aren't we all?things could be so simple, why do people complicate their lives so much??  it's beyond me to see people crumble and fall under circumstances that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109487835530283784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109487835530283784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_10.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109460401028351057</id><published>2004-09-07T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:40:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew..."  - everything but the girlme encuentro en un estado de depresion circunstancial me gusta llamarlesiempre me rio cuando preguntan si te gusta el frio o el calor, porque la verdad... i'm not a very sunny guyme caga el calor, y eso sobra en el</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109460401028351057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109460401028351057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_07.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109445070984706659</id><published>2004-09-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:05:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "revoluciones/religiones con buenas intenciones han terminado por tiranzar, la perspectiva entre mas arriba no es cordial, es acaso un gran estado total con dos razas viviendo en paz, la mas pequeña oprimiendonos a los demas?..."  - cafe tacvbaque es mas facil de medirse, la felicidad o la vida? ... el amor quizasquien tiene mas una cosa que la otra y cuando necesitan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109445070984706659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109445070984706659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is_05.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109419555968275415</id><published>2004-09-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:12:39.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "aayyyy... que hombre que maneja el aparato cuando voltié lo tenia arriba es una luz... algun tiempo me dejo inmovil solo me quedo el zumbido de la luz..."  - cafe tacubaMe preocupo que peso el triple de lo que mi cuerpo pesa, me preocupo que me deshago de mi miedo; pero esta mañana hay una calma que no puedo explicar, la roca se ha fundido y solo quedan diamantes ahora</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419555968275415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419555968275415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109419442126334098</id><published>2004-08-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:53:41.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "my baby moves at midnight, goes right on till the dawn, now woman take me higher; my woman keeps me warm, what you doin' and you're laying on your back?..."  - bee geesi am fortune's fooland nothing more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419442126334098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419442126334098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109419412880762347</id><published>2004-08-27T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:48:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "why won't you ever be glad it melts into wonder, I came in praying for you, why won't you run into the rain and play? let the tears splash all over you."  - dave matthews bandfinally have a chance to see them... or him and his bandand thanks to this concert i realized i'm not such a big dmb fan   jaja, at least not yetand as it is know throughout the world, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419412880762347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109419412880762347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109341562993504377</id><published>2004-08-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:33:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>las olympiadas son excelentes, nunca me habia engranado tanto en ellas y son buenisimas... las capacidades del cuerpo humano simplemente increible a veces...la gente es fanatica, y mas cuando solo queda una esperanza: ana gabriela guevara...solo en el silencio de las 11pm en la repeticion prime-time de NBC en la privacidad de mis aposentos se puede escuchar segundos antes del disparo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109341562993504377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109341562993504377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/las-olympiadas-son-excelentes-nunca-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109333188212085258</id><published>2004-08-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:20:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "yes me friend, me friend... we deh 'pon street again... yes me friend, me good friend... dem set me free again..." - bob marleydamn... tarde pero aquiaugust soundtrack:ac/dc - hells bellsstan getz - samba de uma nota solucybell - intento no marearmeincubus - talk shows on mutethe beatles - mr. postmannew order - the perfect kissphantom planet - stiffsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109333188212085258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109333188212085258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_24.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109330743783824737</id><published>2004-08-23T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T17:30:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, i know this love of mine will never die..."  - the beatleseverytime i drink apple juiceeverytime i close my eyes to sleepeverytime i listen to milagro, lento or loveeverytime i pass by devoladaeverytime my friends have troubleseverytime i see a pink sweatereverytime i drive by highschoolevery trip that gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109330743783824737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=109330743783824737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109330743783824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109330743783824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_109330743783824737.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109330653404586387</id><published>2004-08-22T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:44:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "si creo que la unica forma de flotar es caer, entiende... fue solo estupidez" - lucybellgoggles: $4dllsreplacement goggles because the last ones broke instantly: $5dlls3rd rate hotel by the rocky beach that looks much older than it's 14 years: $65dlls per nightlobster dinner: $17dlls per personcheap buffet: $10dlls per personpicture of your sister swiming have the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109330653404586387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=109330653404586387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109330653404586387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109330653404586387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109255906542578117</id><published>2004-08-15T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T01:37:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "I walk the lonely streets late at night... cold and lonely, everything I do is wrong, never right... I’m lonely for her only..."  - barry whiteINDEED IT WAS FRIDAY THE 13THwhy is it an unlucky day i don't know nor care, but it just isas i was driving down "L" street i say to my mom "mom i have money in pesos, can we go to music trader and buy a cd? pay with credit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109255906542578117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109255906542578117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_15.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109234577521141907</id><published>2004-08-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:22:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "our world is only what we're told, how do we know?..."  - spartakinda half way there i thinkque chingon la gente que tiene sobre sus cabezas el sublime sentimiento de que tienen su futuro asegurado gracias a la buena planeacion de sus padres... pero despues de los padres la vida continua... TU vidaso now you've got a choice: continue the path your parents have built </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109234577521141907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109234577521141907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109221097691252621</id><published>2004-08-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T00:56:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "a butterfly that flaps its wings affecting almost everything, the more I hear the orchestra the more I have something to bring, and now I see you in a beautiful and different light, he's just a man and any damage done will be all right..."  - red hot chili pepperscomo es el camino para que una persona llegue a una borrachez mundana en la cual sea ya parte de su </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109221097691252621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109221097691252621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_11.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109234648570821352</id><published>2004-08-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:35:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "and no one sings me lulabyes and no one makes me close my eyes, so I throw the windows wide and call to you across the sky"  - pink floydthe tail of the dvd fairyuno creeria que es una obvia aberracion esto no?  a pues existe gente que en verdad creyo que existe tal criatura, pero pues bueno... cada quien you logic induced simpletonpero no se le puede llamar de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109234648570821352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109234648570821352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is_10.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109220899072791943</id><published>2004-08-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T00:58:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "i know you're wise beyond your years but do you ever get the feeling that you're perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by"  - the postal servicebrought to you by UNcut: Portishead Live at Roseland, New York (1997)ya le traia ganas por un buen rato desde que el tmcm jode interminablemente por lo chingon que esta el cd, y pues me supuste: si el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109220899072791943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=109220899072791943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109220899072791943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109220899072791943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109117715417839486</id><published>2004-07-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:45:54.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "i'm rolling thunder, pouring rain... i'm coming down like a hurricane..."  - ac/dcbien publicado?   imposible...pero gracias al buen pgbeas se hizo enterar de que el collectivo nortec tocaria el dia de hoy (o mas bien ayer) y pues quien puede resistir en realidad un buen nortecazo...pues fue un poco incompleto el mensaje... fue aparentemente el lanzamiento de fusion,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109117715417839486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109117715417839486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_30.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109111688970593822</id><published>2004-07-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:01:29.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "did you realise no one can see inside your view, did you realise forwhy this sight belongs to you..."  - portisheadit's so confusing just to be here... everybody gets confused once in a while, who's fault is it anyways? there's no point to it...watching so many existential movies lately: love, life, existence, peace, truth, signals; real life shit in a fictional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109111688970593822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109111688970593822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109083577726675032</id><published>2004-07-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T02:57:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "but the sound wasn’t good, we were all in agreement, in agreement about most things, we’ll do better next time, this is a pretty good beginning."  - sigur rossegun la constitucion politica de los estados unidos mexicanos, bajo nose que articulo de los ciento treinta y tantos que tiene, por ahi un parrafito dice que los simbolos patrios tales como la bandera, el escudo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109083577726675032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109083577726675032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_25.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109070276325893164</id><published>2004-07-22T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T13:59:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so I'm on BBC2 now telling Terry Wogan how I made it and what I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is my words and smile are so easy now..."  - franz ferdinandni modo... nuevamente no encontre Dr. Strange love asi que tuve que salir con mi segunda opcionbrought to you by UNcut:  Blade Runner (1982)otra pelicula de esas que escuchas muchas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109070276325893164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109070276325893164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109070188766220899</id><published>2004-07-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T13:44:47.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "well i'm just one poor baby, cause well i believe them all... i wish i could buy back the woman you stole..."  - yeah yeah yeahsgracias a que el co-propietario de la membresia de uncut regreso un dvd de visuales despues de UN MES con el, puedo disfrutar de mi parte de la membresiabrought to you by UNcut:  One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)despues de tanto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109070188766220899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109070188766220899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_19.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-109069836740639257</id><published>2004-07-16T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T12:57:02.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "flowers are the things we grow, secrets are the things we know, learn from us very much, look at us but do not touch..."  - primal screamever since my good friend halogeno migrated from trance to house music, thank god that occurred, one could think electronic music to be a very tricky thing; not anyone can swallow break-beats such as from chemical brothers or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109069836740639257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=109069836740639257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109069836740639257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/109069836740639257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108953053017722573</id><published>2004-07-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:43:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "times are hard when things have got no meaning, I've found a key upon the floor, maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find behind the door..."  - oasisescuchando la voz de john lennon en entrevistas en epoca post-beatlesca se nota la paz, la humildad de la persona, apesar de su status infinitamente alto seguia siendo una persona que disfrutaba y deseaba </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108953053017722573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108953053017722573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_10.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108927728523990979</id><published>2004-07-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T02:01:25.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so now you fall asleep inside a tamborine next to broken headphones and your highschool yearbook, i wrote on the final page 'wish i could've stayed around to watch the last band play' hey hey hey, i heard they just broke up yesterday hey hey hey..."  - phantom planetson bastante interesantes las circunstancias por las que se hacen amistades fuertes, por las que se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108927728523990979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108927728523990979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_08.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108927523334219439</id><published>2004-07-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T01:40:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "y recuerde que con talisman usted volvera a ser normal... el asombroso talisman!!  cooomprelo ya!"  - la gusana ciegaloooooooooooooooong time no do... pero hace faltaJULY'S soundtrack is coming up to be...:Elbow - ribcageFrank Ferdinand - take me outThe beatles - and i love herCreedence Clearwater Revival - Suzy QDJ Shadow - What does your soul look like?Four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/108927523334219439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5291133&amp;postID=108927523334219439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108927523334219439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108927523334219439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_07.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108916778654452020</id><published>2004-07-06T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T19:36:26.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "We blew the doors didn't we? Pissed in their champagne, And did a real thing didn't we? Gave ourselves a name And peeled away the shame... I wanted to explode... To pull my ribs apartAnd let the sun inside..."  - elbowaparentemente mi blog estuvo en coma por varios meses... nunca pense que dejaria de escribir escribir estupideces que en realidad lo hacia porque... me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108916778654452020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108916778654452020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108916466685991242</id><published>2004-07-06T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:44:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "We blew the doors didn't we? Pissed in their champagne, And did a real thing didn't we? Gave ourselves a name And peeled away the shame... I wanted to explode... To pull my ribs apartAnd let the sun inside..."  - elbowaparentemente mi blog estuvo en coma por varios meses... nunca pense que dejaria de escribir escribir estupideces que en realidad lo hacia porque... me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108916466685991242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108916466685991242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-108296087536580967</id><published>2004-04-25T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:32:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a shame...there's no distance, no killer brothers, no crazy parents, nothing... nobodyjust you and me... oh well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108296087536580967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/108296087536580967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-shame.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107269007169458419</id><published>2003-12-25T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T01:30:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "sit back, relax and enjoy the sounds or stand up and get live, just move around, you are now intuned to the music lounge, and the host is the brotha with tha groovy sound..."  - dj jazzy jeffYEEEESSS... YES... yessiempre es una buena noticia el que derepente llega la navidady por supuesto que santa claus siempre es bienvenidopor lo tanto GRACIAS santa claus, pues </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107269007169458419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107269007169458419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_25.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107222673803485337</id><published>2003-12-23T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T16:46:59.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "lovely, please don't ever change, KEEP that breathless charm, won't you please arrange it, 'cause i love you just the way you look tonight"  - frank sinatraever seen on friends the episode where they talk about "THE list" of 5 celebrities you are allowed to sleep with?kinda translates more like the list of 5 celebrities you like the most, and it always changes1.- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107222673803485337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107222673803485337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_23.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107208378824644303</id><published>2003-12-22T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T01:04:27.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>es extraño pensar cosas que hace mucho que no pensabasespecialmente cuando es referente a sentimientos... cuando uno deja las cosas atras, se siente uno de lo mas extraño el recordar el pasado, especialmente cuando evoca la reaccion "what was i thinking!!"...puede que sea señal de que has cambiado, para bien o para mal tu sabras, pero de que cambias cambias... a pesar de que el mundio cambia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107208378824644303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107208378824644303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/es-extrao-pensar-cosas-que-hace-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107208305558028402</id><published>2003-12-22T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:52:14.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "don't fret precious i'm here, step away from the window... stay with me..."  - a perfect circlehello...i'm tomy...and i'm addicted to musici just can't get enough!  since about... 6 years ago, i cannot stop listening to music all day long... it's like breathing to meit makes you travel, it's like listening to diferent parts of the world, flying over the sea or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107208305558028402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107208305558028402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107207675285482958</id><published>2003-12-21T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:07:58.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "as i walked by the supposed golden path i was confronted by a mysterious spectrum, he pointed to the graveyard... and if i was dead... how and why... did i die??"  - chemical brothersthis is funny, interesting... and very truei am quite normal jajaja  The Big Five Personality Test     Extroverted|||||||||||| 50%   Introverted |||||||||||| 50%   Friendly |||||||||||||</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107207675285482958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107207675285482958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107217276652129845</id><published>2003-12-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T16:48:43.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so i stand with a dead smile on my face wondering how much of my time they'll waste, oh god i hate these satan's helpers, and then i guess i must've snapped, because i grabed the baseball bat and made them all run for shelter, it's christmas time again..."  - blink 182sigo aun con la boca abierta desde que empeze a escuchar el nuevo disco de blink 182fuera de los ojos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107217276652129845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107217276652129845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107140232974474086</id><published>2003-12-14T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T03:46:38.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya cacharon por fin a Hussein??it's about time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107140232974474086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107140232974474086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/ya-cacharon-por-fin-hussein-its-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107129647711667034</id><published>2003-12-12T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T22:22:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "fellas i'm ready to get up and do MY thing... I wanna get in to it man you know... like a like a sex machine man... movin', DOIN' IT you know... can i count it off?  one two three four!..."  - james brownmy life will end in a manner of minutesWOW WOW wait, jaja, no hay que ser TAAAAAAN dramatico mas bien me dedicare las proximas 50hrs corridas aproximadamente a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107129647711667034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107129647711667034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107121185441128583</id><published>2003-12-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:52:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's just say it's... complicatedit's complicated to explain, and more even to live it, but in the eyes of others life sometimes seems so simple and the only one responsable for complications is one'self, but easier said than donesometimes it seems as if there is no point to anythingbut one time in a while there's a little light at the end of the tunel, kinda get's your hopes up, see if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107121185441128583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107121185441128583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/lets-just-say-its.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107121051501599024</id><published>2003-12-11T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:29:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "plomo sulfurando tu aliento, plomo recargado en tu voz, en tu dia, tanta saliva, malva de niña fina."  - zoecielos... se me paso por completo, pero es mejor tarde que nuncathis month's been very fucking hecktic, and it's not over yetbut it's still supposed to be the coolest month of the year!  so let's be hopeful and enjoy the musicdecember's soundtrackCafe Tacuba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107121051501599024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107121051501599024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_11.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107087413459190195</id><published>2003-12-08T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:03:15.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...no mames, no pude dejarlo pasar por alto esto:and i quote "I have to admit, I was more then skeptical at first...but when I started to listen...pure genius! Better then anything Elvis, Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, Zamphire and his pan flute...even better then John Tesh! This is a MUST HAVE for any music collection... There is a God...his name is Vanilla Ice"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107087413459190195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107087413459190195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107120901146242990</id><published>2003-12-07T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:07:25.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "far away across the field the tolling of the iron bell calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spells."  - pink floyddesde ya hace muchisimos años he estado interesado en musica electrónica, no tanto en la elaboracion de tal sino en el COMO se hace, que se usa para hacerla y el sentimiento que conlleva la bien-producida y melodicapor fin vi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107120901146242990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107120901146242990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_07.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107049646815570570</id><published>2003-12-03T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:10:35.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by the way...couch potato's worst nightmare continuesand most important nightmare... NOT HAVING A COUCH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107049646815570570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107049646815570570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107049615543690205</id><published>2003-12-03T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:03:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "si tu mente esta cerca de ahi dejala flotar como una nube... recobre la vista al comprender que tus ojos son del infinito..."  - zoese nota y distingue sobre todo el olor a trafico...es indescriptible en realidad, pero cuando lo hueles dices "puta madre, huele a trafico"la cantidad inmunda de localitos netamente mexicanos, al menos asi lo percibo yo: puestos de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107049615543690205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107049615543690205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_03.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107033533851464012</id><published>2003-12-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:23:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "words never listen and teachers never learn..."  - temple of the doga couch potato's worst nightmare1st: your tv's don't receive the allowed quantity of channels you can have (don't know why but always been like that)2nd: every couple of years, the tv channels are changed of position, especially the one's you watch, making you have to remember the new order and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107033533851464012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107033533851464012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-todays-lyric-is_01.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107021724794495483</id><published>2003-11-30T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T10:34:58.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ a room with a view* ]</title><summary type='text'>eso si... a poco no estuvo curada escuchar "killing in the name" a TODO y... creanme cuando digo TOOODOOOO volumen en el sound check?hasta el dvd de u2 antes de jumbo!    se la rifaron con eso eh, good taste jajajaif i could only see live any of the above (masive sigh)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107021724794495483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107021724794495483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/room-with-view.html' title='[ a room with a view* ]'/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-107021648052911086</id><published>2003-11-30T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T10:22:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "... dame serenidad."  - azul violetacomo todos se lo imaginan logicamente... la seguridad de eventos mexicanos no es la misma ni se compara a la de uno gringo, bouncers en la entrada, puertas cerradas, aisladas de sonido, artistas con bodyguard y en su camerino disfrutando de las mil estupideces que pidieronpues no se de lo ultimo mencionado, pero lo primero NO se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107021648052911086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/107021648052911086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106991004790944791</id><published>2003-11-24T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:18:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "you will not consider sadly how you helped me explain... and now i can't consider, now there is this distance..."  - interpolescuche el otro dia una entrevista con tom delonge y travis barker de blink 182 en el radio y estaba con la boca abierta la mayoria del tiempo que los escucheno por las estupideces que decian, sino mas bien por la falta de estupidez en sus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106991004790944791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106991004790944791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_24.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106991201477203899</id><published>2003-11-22T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:47:41.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "espera, aun la nave del olvido no ha partido... espera un poco, un poquiiiiiTO MÁS..."  - joe joeaaaah, siempre me da cura cuando escucho esoy la neta como me tarde para bloguear sobre la ida al turistico verdad??no hay tanto que contar, mi proposito primordial de la visita de aque viernes fue celebrar mi cumpleaños con mis amigos, ya que en el mero dia no se pudo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106991201477203899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106991201477203899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106947776238729725</id><published>2003-11-21T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:10:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "i guess it's always the men who get fucked now and again, we take or chicks to the mall, we wait in parking sthalls... you better suck up your pride, admit you lost her, let her go, move on!  let her go"  - blink 182if i've said it once, i'll say it a million times...no hay NADA mejor que ir en carretera, manejando considerablemente rapido, musica de tu gusto a gran </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106947776238729725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106947776238729725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106922743525322714</id><published>2003-11-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:37:49.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "hey you! don't touch that!  watch this!  this is the heavy heavy monster sound, the nutziest sound around...!"  - madnessel dia de hoy fue uno de esos que pasa todo como si fuera un sueñoeso como que suena a que estuvo increible o algo asi, pero ni al caso, mas bien despues de 3 dias de dormir en total 8 hrs como que tu mente empieza a divagar mientras tienes los ojos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106922743525322714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106922743525322714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106870577583122284</id><published>2003-11-12T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:43:22.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fulano: "que cura tan madreada wey"su servidor: "oye... hablando de curas madreadas, y tu KIPLING?!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870577583122284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870577583122284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/fulano-que-cura-tan-madreada-wey-su.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106870567399349074</id><published>2003-11-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:41:40.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, la silla valio camotisimo, el pabellon va que vuela... que fregados pasara con la duplex!aaaaaaah the feeling of impending doom (asi se escribe?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870567399349074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870567399349074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-la-silla-valio-camotisimo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106870522275630160</id><published>2003-11-12T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:34:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "you got an organ going there, and no wonder the sound has so much body"  - dj shadowen efecto, hace mucho que no blogueoen efecto acaba de pasar mi cumpleañosy en efecto, fue uno olvidable nuevamente, o quizas tengo expectativas muy altas de ese dia, me quedo con la emocion y la esperanza de que sean dias divertidos, asi como de niño pero con diferente significado</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870522275630160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106870522275630160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_12.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106810706428546191</id><published>2003-11-06T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:24:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "will you give it all away, give it all away, or let it fall apart..."  - doveslet's state the facts:firmemente creo que tardaran muchos, pero MUCHOS años en hacer mejores efectos especiales que los de la pelicula "The Matrix: Revolutions"es claramente el final de esta serie de peliculasla pelicula resalta dos moralejas: 1.- que tan lejos defenderias lo que crees?   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106810706428546191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106810706428546191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_06.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106793317737687647</id><published>2003-11-04T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T00:06:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's that time again, but this time it's different, for my 20th aniversary of me existing jajajaso without further aduethis months soundtrackRed Hot Chili Peppers - Under the BridgeLucybell - MatazIncubus - Summer Romance (anti-gravity love song)Weezer - Undone (the sweater song)Foo Fighters - Monkey WrenchRadiohead - Everything In It's Right PlaceColdplay - Everything's not LostLa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793317737687647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793317737687647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/its-that-time-again-but-this-time-its.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106793044172251076</id><published>2003-11-03T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:20:57.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>una vez mas, el kimikazo cumplio su deber, reuniendo a gente, presentando excelente musica y llenando de buena vibraentramos tmcm, halogeno, el gus y yo al ritmo de digi + gabo, quienes tuvieron un muuuy buen set, muy movido y cayeron muy bien con sus percuciones y estilo no usual, pero por supuesto le abrieron el paso despues de un breve momento de silencio bien merecido a la razon porque la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793044172251076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793044172251076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/una-vez-mas-el-kimikazo-cumplio-su.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106792876205228124</id><published>2003-11-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T22:52:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "mira la escencia, no las apariencias, 90 60 90 suman 240..."  - aterciopeladosmucho para blogguear, sigue la cura de rotacion entre estar ocupado/sueño/flojera/ y estar ocupado otra vezel chiste es seguirle (cura positiva actual)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106792876205228124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106792876205228124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-todays-lyric-is_03.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106793102815773796</id><published>2003-11-03T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:30:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>despues de un buen fin de semana, como suelo hacerlo siempre, termino haciendo toda la tarea que no me propuse a adelantar los demas dias malamente, pues como suele suceder entre universitarios, la noche del domingo al lunes solo dormi ½hr, en lo que estuve haciendo una maqueta de una silla la cual se tragaron enteramente de la forma mas fea mis maestros y compañeros, pero no importa, me gusta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793102815773796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106793102815773796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/11/despues-de-un-buen-fin-de-semana-como.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106720864927040357</id><published>2003-10-26T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:50:53.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "good bye blue sky, good bye... good bye"  - pink floydes un dia obscuro y extraño hoyen una situacion hipotetica, quizas recien despiertes hoy domingo digamos a las 12:30pm pero te extraña que todo este tan obscuro, MUY obscuro; digo... cambio la hora pero no es para tantote reusas a prender las luces, pero te acercas a la ventana que da al frente de tu casa a ver si</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106720864927040357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106720864927040357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106680525542905012</id><published>2003-10-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:47:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>este viernes pasado fue muy interesante y sobre todo divertidofue cumpleaños de el buen gus (excompañero best-buy de halogeno, y vida de cualquier fiesta en la que se encuentre) y pues como siempre, acudimospara mi sorpresa no conocia ni una sola cara de los presentes, mas que los mismos del siempre, denise (who's boyfriend i aprove of now   jajajaja), brus li, bogar, frankie, y para mi gran </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680525542905012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680525542905012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/este-viernes-pasado-fue-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106680384558066828</id><published>2003-10-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:24:05.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehemm... and i quote:"you know who my boyfriend likes too??   natalie portman.  You know who my boyfriend met???  natalie portman.  You know who's signature did my boyfriend get????  natalie portman's"note to self:  kill the lucky-motherfucking boyfriend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680384558066828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680384558066828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/hehemm.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106680355391511698</id><published>2003-10-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:19:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "such a pretty house and such a pretty garden, no alarms and no surprises please"  - radioheadlong time no blog...primero y primordialmente de todo...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD DAAAAAAAAAAAMN, que buen sentimiento es por fucking fin ver a tu grupo favorito en concierto, aunque ya los habia visto en coachella, pero no se compara un festival a un concierto completoflaming lips</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680355391511698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106680355391511698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_21.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106662685385973192</id><published>2003-10-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T22:14:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "is there some karmic g love thing happening here baby or what?"  - fun lovin' criminalsme siento desconectado del mundo nose porquehace muchisimo que no blogueo, aunque si tengo mucho que ponerpero derepente me deje de llevar con muchisima gente disque por la escuela, y si al mismo tiempolo interesante es que a pesar de eso, nada ha cambiado aun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106662685385973192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106662685385973192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_19.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106593630354389080</id><published>2003-10-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T22:25:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "y alguna vez querras saber la dimensión para volver al origen, al principio..."  - gustavo ceratisolo es otro sabado de duda diversional futuratantas cosas en la cabeza que no se ni por donde empezar...que hacer cuando tienes muchas ganas de salir con tus amigos a pistear, al cine, a un "kimikaso", escuchar jazz o simplemente tripear el porque de las cosas en esta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106593630354389080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106593630354389080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_11.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106567691513101990</id><published>2003-10-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:21:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "please don't you rock my boat, 'cause i don't want my boat to be rockin'... can't you see? you must believe me, i like it like this..."  - bob marleyme siento entre la espada y la pared (se puede usar esa frase?)... como que indeciso, pero no hay mucho por que decidir, mas bien es un grado de inconformidad o inquietudpoco a poco me voy dando cuenta la desilusion, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106567691513101990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106567691513101990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_08.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106542316770746080</id><published>2003-10-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T23:52:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "maybe it's not to late, to learn how to love and forget how to hate..."  - ozzy osbourneit's that time of month...but not the femenine kindthis month's soundtrack...Air - New Star in the SkyRadiohead - Sail to the MoonFrank Sinatra - Come Fly with MeBob Marley - Satisfy My SoulColdplay - DaylightInterpol - The NewDoves - Caught By the RiverStevie Wonder - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106542316770746080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106542316770746080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_05.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106538541428215768</id><published>2003-10-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:23:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "once there was a way to get back homeward, once there was a way to get back home, sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and i will a lullaby..."  - the beatlessiempre te encuentras algo interesante en el turisticopor mas pequeño que sea, algo nuevo que a veces te molesta, a veces hace al lugar mas acogedor, pero simplemente no te dejara ircomo siempre, llego el sabado, y</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106538541428215768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106538541428215768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_106538541428215768.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106516813856195164</id><published>2003-10-03T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T01:02:18.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "so o oul, casino... so o oul, casino... CASINO!"  - fussibleno hay palabras que pueden describir la felicidad que siento por haber encontrado KCRWnada mas no puedo creer su existencia, mucho menos lo que tocanhasta ahorita llevo presentaciones en vivo de kinky, interpol, radiohead, cafe tacuba, air, thievery corporation y fussible...   que mas podria pedir en este </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106516813856195164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106516813856195164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-todays-lyric-is_03.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106497491821202002</id><published>2003-09-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:21:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "since 1516 winds attacked and overseen, now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream, they're borders and boots on top of us, pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis..."  - rage against the machinenice... niceno, weird weird!todo ha sido muy extraño esta semana, no tanto fuera de lo comun, pero como que esperas un fin de semana para relajarte, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106497491821202002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106497491821202002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/09/and-todays-lyric-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106482130368859673</id><published>2003-09-29T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T00:41:43.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's not fair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106482130368859673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106482130368859673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/09/its-not-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106481737572255591</id><published>2003-09-28T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:36:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "there are places i remember all my life, though some have change, some forever not for better, some have gone and some remain... and these memories loose their meaning, when i think of love as something new..."  - the beatlesi wish i can push or hide my feelings away as if they were files in a draweryou just take the folder out, put it in another cabinet, and they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106481737572255591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106481737572255591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/09/and-todays-lyric-is_28.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106469023619940957</id><published>2003-09-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T12:24:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today's lyric is...: "we've been on the run, driving in the sun, looking out for number one, california here we come, right back where we started from..."  - phantom planetel dia de ayer fue inesperadamente perfecto... sin contar lo entumecido que estuve hora tras hora en un carro, y la cola que habia para regresar a tijuana.descubri una zona relativamente turistica, llena de chinos (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106469023619940957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106469023619940957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/09/and-todays-lyric-is_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291133.post-106447263351589270</id><published>2003-09-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T23:50:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por cierto... acabo de descubrir lo que es kcrwya habia bajado canciones de ahi, habia escuchado algo de eso... pero ESO es tener gusto(disculpen... es que sigo atontado por la existencia de "golosa")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106447263351589270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5291133/posts/default/106447263351589270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomyboy.blogspot.com/2003/09/por-cierto.html' title=''/><author><name>tomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385917029876766203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
