<?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-191579692733512066</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:09:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡México, Música, Mágica!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8420573320994547115</id><published>2009-08-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:46:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil, Meu Brasil, Brasileiro</title><content type='html'>The countdown begins, i am travelling to Sao Paulo on Monday evening and will arrive Tuesday morning to Guarulhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8420573320994547115?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8420573320994547115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8420573320994547115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8420573320994547115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8420573320994547115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2009/08/brasil-meu-brasil-brasileiro.html' title='Brasil, Meu Brasil, Brasileiro'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6628091954476309672</id><published>2009-08-01T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:40:52.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1...2......3</title><content type='html'>Un hombre muere y va al infierno. Allá descubre que hay un infierno para cada país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va primero al infierno Alemán y pregunta: Y ¿Qué te hacen acá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá ­primero te ponen frente a un foco de luz por una hora, luego en la silla eléctrica por otra hora, luego te acuestan en una cama llena de clavos por otra hora, y el resto del dí­a viene el diablo Alemán y te da latigazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al personaje no le gustó nada y se fue a ver en que consistían los otros infiernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto el infierno estadounidense como el ruso y el resto de los infiernos de distintas naciones hací­an lo mismo; entonces, ve que en el infierno Méxicano hay mucha gente esperando entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigado, pregunta al último de la fila: Y ¿Qué es lo que te hacen acá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí te ponen frente a un foco por una hora, en una silla eléctrica por otra hora, luego en una cama llena de clavos por otra hora, y el resto del dí­a viene el diablo mexicano y te da latigazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si es exactamente igual a los otros infiernos, ¿por qué aquí­ hay tanta gente queriendo entrar?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Porque nunca hay luz, la silla eléctrica no sirve, los clavos de la cama se los robaron y el diablo Mexicano viene, firma y se va.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡VIVA MÉXICO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6628091954476309672?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6628091954476309672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6628091954476309672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6628091954476309672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6628091954476309672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2009/08/123.html' title='1...2......3'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3418403368858487267</id><published>2009-03-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:57:08.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Little Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8Z2mPjxKI/AAAAAAAAALo/N2F-1aYxbok/s1600-h/kingcuau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8Z2mPjxKI/AAAAAAAAALo/N2F-1aYxbok/s320/kingcuau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313994511089910946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I havn´t written anything on the blog for a long time and thats because I´ve been a little busy and also because I´m slowly getting better at frequent email updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weekend was kind of sad - my little dog Cuauhtémoc, otherwise know as Chumba Wumba, Sasquwask,Cuaucuauzinho and others among many, has gone... poor little guy died last night so we are all sad about that because he was a real character and he will be missed alot. He wasn´t even a year old and its a real shame but I´m glad you are up there in doggy heaven dude, peeing wherever you want, eating out of the trash, chewing Havaiianas, chasing butterflies and having lots of fun sniffing around where you shouldn´t be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next week I am leaving Brazil and travelling for a short time to England before I go back to work in Mexico City. I hope that I can catch up with as many people in the UK as possible because it might be the last time that I´m there for a while. I really need to start packing and getting ready to go because I have not idea how much of my stuff I really want to take or if I will just leave most of it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The time has come up on me so quickly that I´m finding it hard to believe that I am really leaving soon and it dawned on me today that I most probably am not prepared for how emotional and hard this departure is going to be.  I hate goodbyes but its not so sad when you know that you will be returning and that you are leaving for a good puropse so I am keeping that in the front of my mind and I am keeping positive and looking forward to what this next chapter in my life will bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The other news is that I am working on my blog which is a guide to Mexico City and a few friends are going to get involved with that very soon. Its quite exciting and I´ve been getting good feedback on what we already have and I´m in the process of writing up about the likes and dislikes of travellers to the city - so thanks to everyone that has contacted me with thier reviews and opinions, loves, hates and general rants about everything "DF".. it all really helps me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3418403368858487267?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3418403368858487267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3418403368858487267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3418403368858487267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3418403368858487267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-little-friend.html' title='Goodbye Little Friend'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8Z2mPjxKI/AAAAAAAAALo/N2F-1aYxbok/s72-c/kingcuau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-2146619777515046692</id><published>2008-04-23T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:07:54.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil wears....Primark</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I remember cringing as I walked past Primark some years ago. Ugly stores packed with raggy looking bargain hunters paying £1 for cotton thongs and pyjama sets.&lt;br /&gt;However, Primark seems to have had an overhaul in the last year or so and I keep finding myself lured inside the store by the amazing window displays.  I used to think that H&amp;amp;M was the Uks cheap fashion saviour, although it seems to be so boring and recycled these days. We are so over Neon!?!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays shopping trip turned out to be great with me snapping up a beautiful bargain dress that no one else had seemed to touch, only to find it on the front cover of a well know magazine this morning, hailing it as this seasons fashion must ! Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;I have seen crazy ebay postings with £18 Primark dresses selling for £85 online and the store is now ranked as Britain’s leading discount clothing store, selling designs and trends from Catwalk to store within 6 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Its hardly surprising, fashion changes like the wind and at £8 for a dress, it isn’t such a sin to be a slave to fashion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Primark has gone from one of my most hated high street stores, along with New Look and Next to being one of my favourites. I will be stocking up before my trip to Brazil!&lt;br /&gt;Photos to be posted soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-2146619777515046692?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/2146619777515046692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=2146619777515046692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/2146619777515046692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/2146619777515046692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/04/devil-wearsprimark.html' title='The Devil wears....Primark'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1766077627431260942</id><published>2008-03-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:08:17.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're such unlikely lovers................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a hot city day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; When your white shirt turns to grey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's when she'll arrive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you look how you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone steps upon your heel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's when she will come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Listen now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not saying that there will be violins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But don't be surprised if they appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Playing in some doorway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Still I can't believe that this is happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're such unlikely lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ask me what I'm thinking, and I won't deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you believe it's happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you believe it's happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There were no magic spells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can keep the flowers and bells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; They just don't seem right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can it actually be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me and you and you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though we're like day and night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Listen now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not saying that there will be violins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But don't be surprised if they appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Playing in some doorway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Still I can't believe that this is happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're such unlikely lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ask me what I'm feeling, and I won't deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you believe it's happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am bewildered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you believe it's happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Somebody help me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you believe it's happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1766077627431260942?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1766077627431260942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1766077627431260942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1766077627431260942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1766077627431260942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-such-unlikely-lovers.html' title='We&apos;re such unlikely lovers................'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6061226239852813013</id><published>2008-03-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:40:03.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Vou Tirar Voce Desse Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R8x9z7AB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qKdQLndYeMs/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R8x9z7AB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qKdQLndYeMs/s320/rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173648402906475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="arial_12_000000" id="arial_12_000000"&gt; Olha, da primeira vez que eu estive aqui&lt;br /&gt;foi pra me distrair&lt;br /&gt;eu vim em busca de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, foi então que eu te conheci&lt;br /&gt;naquela noite fria&lt;br /&gt;nos seus braços os problemas esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, da segunda que eu estive aqui&lt;br /&gt;Já não foi pra me distrair&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti saudades de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, uhhh, eu precisei dos seus carinhos&lt;br /&gt;eu me sentia tão sozinho e já não podia mais te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tirar você desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;eu vou levar você pra ficar comigo e não me interessa o que os outros vão pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você tem medo de não dar certo&lt;br /&gt;acha que o passado vai estar sempre perto&lt;br /&gt;e que um dia eu vou me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero que você não pense em nada triste&lt;br /&gt;porque quando o amor existe&lt;br /&gt;o que não existe é tempo pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tirar você desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;eu vou levar você pra ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;e não me interessa o que os outros vão pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6061226239852813013?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6061226239852813013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6061226239852813013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6061226239852813013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6061226239852813013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-vou-tirar-voce-desse-lugar.html' title='Eu Vou Tirar Voce Desse Lugar'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R8x9z7AB7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qKdQLndYeMs/s72-c/rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3526669047182733920</id><published>2008-02-26T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:02:37.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So Im packed and ready to go... almost! Praying that the person at the Mexicana desk tomorrow morning is in a happy mood and doesnt feel like charging me excess luggage.... Im really hoping!&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Kong - one of my favourite stores here and also spent time taking photographs and eating the fruits that I am sure never to find in England... Guayaba! Hmmmmm.. Yummy !&lt;br /&gt;Today was a strange one really! I managed to "loose" 200 Pesos on the Metrobus.... someone lifted it out of my bag and there were so many people that i didnt feel a thing. It mad me really angry but atleast it wasnt my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R8T-yp90dWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UXCux6eRJUY/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R8T-yp90dWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UXCux6eRJUY/s320/flores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171538418340230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I came home to find a beautiful arrangment of flowers at my door with a mysterious note! Thank you, Jose Antonio - whoever you are! Nothing like Romantic and Fun! I love Mexican Charm! Je Je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had left my Laptop on and came home to Msn flashing, a few different people wondering why after hours i wasnt replying! Bad habit.... sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to go to bed now and dream about Tamales and all the other yummy things that I wont be eating for a while! I dont have to get up too early tomorrow thankfully, Luckily I checked my ticket though a few minutes ago and realised that i leave at 3pm not 11am ..... no idea where i got that from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3526669047182733920?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3526669047182733920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3526669047182733920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-5796509190943161949</id><published>2008-02-24T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:07:39.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day...........</title><content type='html'>This is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed&lt;br /&gt;They're spreading blankets on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;br /&gt;I think I was blind before I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t know where I am&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought I’d let you know&lt;br /&gt;That these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;I especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;But I realize that I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered if I could come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you drove all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to meet me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was strange you said everything changed&lt;br /&gt;You felt as if you'd just woke up&lt;br /&gt;And you said “this is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you&lt;br /&gt;But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you&lt;br /&gt;And I’d probably be happy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;With these things there’s no telling&lt;br /&gt;We just have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather be working for a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Than waiting to win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;Besides maybe this time is different&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really think you like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-5796509190943161949?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5796509190943161949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=5796509190943161949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5796509190943161949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5796509190943161949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day.html' title='First Day...........'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-5820200770126857350</id><published>2008-02-18T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:04:55.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay mucha gente Esperando....</title><content type='html'>Hay mucha gente esperando. La autopista está cerca y el viaje es corto, pero hay que tomar el bus en el que ponga tu nombre. Te sientas en la parada y alguien más aparece. Su turno llega en un rato. ¿Por qué tienes que esperar tanto? Esta es una parada de las de antes, no hay ningún sitio donde te digan cuantos minutos quedan. Te pones nervioso y botas como si te mearas. Es que te meas. Pero si te vas puede que pierdas el bus y ¿quién sabe cuándo será el siguiente? Pues nada, te aguantas.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-473"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La gente sigue llegando. Hay algunos con suerte que se van enseguida y hay otros que llevan ya más tiempo que tú. Ves que se acerca otro autobús. De lejos intentas distinguir el nombre que pone. “No será para mí” piensas. Se para y el conductor grita un nombre. No te das cuenta de que es el tuyo hasta la tercera vez que lo dice. Levantas la cabeza, sonríes y te montas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ¿Cuánto cuesta?- preguntas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Es gratis, cielo- y te dedica una paternal sonrisa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Te sientas en la zona de adelante, cerca del amable conductor. Es agradable tener el bus entero para ti. Miras un rato el paisaje, cada vez más verde y luminoso. Pero antes de llegar, el conductor te da un pañuelo negro de seda.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Póntelo en los ojos, adonde vamos no se necesita ver. Sólo sentir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No ves nada y tienes algo de miedo. Pero la inquietud y la intriga son más fuertes y te dejas llevar. Notas cómo se para el bus y te coge de la mano. Te ayuda a bajar y te dice:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Estás en el paraíso, el suelo es verde y el cielo azul. Tú camina siempre hacia delante y llegarás a quien ha requerido tu presencia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ¿Así de fácil?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- No, hay una pega. Las murallas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ¡A mí nadie me dijo nada de ninguna muralla!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Pues nada, si quieres nos volvemos a la apestosa ciudad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-¡No, no, no! Dime, ¿qué hay que hacer con las murallas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- A medida que vayas avanzando, te las irás encontrando. Algunas son rígidas y fuertes: de ladrillos y cemento. O de piedra. Pero otras son de cartón. Si las rompes se te abrirá ese hueco del camino. Pero si te rindes, te quedarás ahí quieta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- OK. Gracias.- y empiezas a andar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ¡Eh!, recuerda que sólo puedes ir hacia delante. Puedes girar hacia los lados pero no volverte.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ahora sí, comienzas a andar. Bueno, más bien a correr. Todo lo rápido que puedes. Quieres llegar al final y te da igual si tienes que correr mil millones de metros o sólo dos; la cosa es hacerlo lo más rápido posible. Y sigues corriendo. ¡Mierda! Te habías olvidado de las murallas y te has comido una bien asquerosa. Pero bueno, es de cartón. Y sigues el camino. De repente te paras. Te das cuenta de que no te han dado comida ni bebida y encima te sigues meando. “Vaya una mierda. Esperar tanto para este timo, ¿alguien me habrá visto? Aquí con los ojos tapados en nosedonde corriendo y agotándome para llegar hasta nosequien que requiere mi presencia. ¿Pero qué se ha creído?”. Te sientes engañado y frustrado. Ahora andas un poco más despacio. Pero sigues inquieto por llegar. Y te vuelves a chocar. Esta vez no es de cartón; te resulta muy difícil romperlo pero con un poco de esfuerzo lo consigues. Vas andando y a cada paso que das te encuentras con un muro “¿va a ser siempre así?” Ahora no, no es así. Has encontrado algo bajito, a la altura de los pies y emite extraños sonidos. Te agachas “¡es un cerdo, joder que hambre!” Pero es demasiado pequeño así que decides llevarlo con una cuerdita hasta que crezca. Es puro y calma tu rabia. Ahora cuesta más ir tan rápido, el cochino te entorpece… y llegas a otro obstáculo, el más duro que has encontrado. Te agachas para tener el animal en brazos para abalanzarte con fuerza. Igual que has hecho con los demás. Pero esta vez no funciona. Te tocas el hombro y notas la humedad de la sangre y el escozor de las heridas. Decides sentarte y apoyarte en el muro. Y encuentras algo más: una maza. “¿Una maza? ¡Ostias, seré idiota!” y poco a poco tiras el muro que te corta el paso. Y sonríes. Te sientes feliz, te sientes vital. Y encima el cerdo es cerda, ¡y estaba embarazada! Decides comértela y llevar las crías para más adelante. Vas avanzando y bajas el ritmo de tus pasos. Ahora no andas sin más, ahora tocas todo: el suelo, las plantas, juegas con los cerditos… Pero te desanimas, el camino se te hace largo. Más que largo, ¡eterno! Llega un momento en que te das cuenta de que tu cabeza no resiste más golpes y vas con los brazos estirados por si hay algún muro. De vez en cuando t sientas y descansas, bebes de las fuentes que encuentras. Un día, yendo con los brazos en alto, te das cuenta de que no hay murallas que romper con la maza si no paredes que esquivar. Para seguir adelante oliendo la hierva, respirando tranquilidad y olvidando las ansias por llegar. Disfrutando de todos los pasos que das. Y justo en el momento que más aprecias tu aventura, sientes la mano de una mujer quitándote la venda que cubre tus ojos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ¿Quieres hacer otro viaje?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-5820200770126857350?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5820200770126857350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=5820200770126857350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5820200770126857350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5820200770126857350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/02/hay-mucha-gente-esperando.html' title='Hay mucha gente Esperando....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6302234975907959527</id><published>2008-02-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:46:38.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in DF....</title><content type='html'>For the first time in weeks it is rainy and cold in Mexico City. I have been laying on the roof in the sun for the past few mornings - i have rather a nice tan coming along!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when there is thunder and lightening here, it really scares me. Usually the electricity gives out or something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that havnt already seen the site  &lt;a href="http://www.hinckleychallenge.com"&gt;www.hinckleychallenge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a website that has been set up for us to try and read the Book of Mormon in 97 days - you can track your progress and i think that it is a great idea and we should all take advantage of this site. Im 50 pages in after 5 days and i can say that i am really feeling the benefits of reading everyday instead of every few days - admitedly, i had gotten lazy...&lt;br /&gt;We have had some dramas in the house here in DF but probably best that i tell you individually rather than here... funny story but best kept alitle more secret than others i think...&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6302234975907959527?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6302234975907959527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6302234975907959527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6302234975907959527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6302234975907959527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-day-in-df.html' title='Another day in DF....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-9139799293432249993</id><published>2008-01-31T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:37:31.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate to see you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lying there in that position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's things you need to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so turn off your tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love turns the whole thing around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no it wont all go the way  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but I know the heart of life is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know it's nothin' new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bad news never had good timing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then the circle of your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will defend the silver lining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love turns the whole thing around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no it won't all go the way  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know the heart of life is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love turns the whole thing around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fear is a friend who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;misunderstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but I know the heart of life is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's good, I know it's good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i know it's good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-9139799293432249993?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/9139799293432249993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=9139799293432249993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9139799293432249993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9139799293432249993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/heart-of-life.html' title='The Heart of Life'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-7980354914609399664</id><published>2008-01-28T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:56:54.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;              &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;"SALT LAKE CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;                     &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span class="dateline"&gt;27 January 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995.&lt;br /&gt;The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from causes incident to age. Members of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley was known, even at the age of 97, as a tireless leader who always put in a full day at the office and traveled extensively around the world to mix with Church members, now numbering 13 million in 171 nations.&lt;br /&gt;His quick wit and humor, combined with an eloquent style at the pulpit, made him one of the most loved of modern Church leaders. A profoundly spiritual man, he had a great fondness for history and often peppered his sermons with stories from the Church’s pioneer past.&lt;br /&gt;He was a popular interview subject with journalists, appearing on 60 Minutes with Mike Wallace and on CNN’s Larry King Live, as well as being quoted and featured in hundreds of newspapers and magazines over the years. During the Salt Lake Olympics of 2002, his request that the Church refrain from proselytizing visitors was credited by media with generating much of the goodwill that flowed to the Church from the international event.&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, a number of major developments in the Church reflected President Hinckley’s personal drive and direction. In calling for 100 temples to be in operation before the end of the year 2000, the Church president committed the Church to a massive temple-building program.&lt;br /&gt;In 1999 — 169 years after the Church was organized by its founder, Joseph Smith — the Church had 56 operating temples. Three years later that number had doubled, largely because of a smaller, highly practical temple architectural plan that delivered these sacred buildings to Church members in far-flung parts of the world. Many more Church members can now experience the sacred ceremonies that occur only in temples, including marriages for eternity and the sealing of families in eternal units.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley was the most traveled president in the Church’s history. His duties took him around the world many times to meet with Latter-day Saints in more than 60 countries. He was the first Church president to travel to Spain, where in 1996 he broke ground for a temple in Madrid; and to the African nations of Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, Zimbabwe and Cape Verde, where he met with thousands of Latter-day Saints in 1998. In 2005, he traveled nearly 25,000 miles on a seven-nation, nine-day tour to Russia, South Korea, China, Taiwan, India, Kenya, and Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;At a general conference of Church members in April 2001, President Hinckley initiated the Perpetual Education Fund — an ambitious program to help young members of the Church (mainly returning missionaries from developing countries) receive higher education and work-related training that they would otherwise likely never receive.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to his Salt Lake City home, President Hinckley announced the construction of a new Conference Center in 1996 and dedicated it four years later. Seating 21,000 people, it is believed to be the largest religious and theater auditorium in the world and has become the hub for the Church’s general conference messages to the world, broadcast in 91 languages.&lt;br /&gt;Even before his term as president, President Hinckley’s extensive Church service included 14 years as a counselor in the First Presidency, the highest presiding body in the government of the Church, and 20 years before that as a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley was born 23 June 1910 in Salt Lake City, a son of Bryant Stringham and Ada Bitner Hinckley. One of his forebears, Stephen Hopkins, came to America on the Mayflower. Another, Thomas Hinckley, served as governor of the Plymouth Colony from 1680 to 1692.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley’s first job was as a newspaper carrier for the Deseret News, a Salt Lake City daily. After attending public schools in Salt Lake City, he earned a bachelor of arts degree at the University of Utah and then served two years as a full-time missionary for the Church in Great Britain. He served with distinction and ultimately was appointed as an assistant to the Church apostle who presided over all the European missions.&lt;br /&gt;Upon successfully completing his missionary service in the mid-1930s, he was asked by Heber J. Grant, then president of the Church, to organize what has become the Church's Public Affairs Department.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley began serving as a member of the Sunday School general board in 1937, two years after returning home from missionary service in Great Britain. For 20 years he directed all Church public communications. In 1951 he was named executive secretary of the General Missionary Committee, managing the entire missionary program of the Church, and served in this capacity for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;On 6 April 1958, while serving as president of the East Millcreek Stake in Salt Lake City (a stake is similar to a diocese), President Hinckley was appointed as a general authority, or senior full-time leader of the Church. In this capacity he served as an assistant to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles before being appointed to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles on 5 October 1961.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley received a number of educational honors, including the Distinguished Citizen Award from Southern Utah University; the Distinguished Alumni Award from the University of Utah; and honorary doctorates from Westminster College, Utah State University, University of Utah, Brigham Young University, Southern Utah University, Utah Valley State College and Salt Lake Community College. The Gordon B. Hinckley Endowment for British Studies, a program focused on the arts, literature and history of the United Kingdom, was established at the University of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley was awarded the Silver Buffalo Award by the Boy Scouts of America; was honored by the National Conference for Community and Justice (formerly the National Conference of Christians and Jews) for his contributions to tolerance and understanding in the world; and received the Distinguished Service Award from the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. In 2004, President Hinckley was also awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President George W. Bush in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;In March 2000 President Hinckley addressed the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. He also addressed the Religion Newswriters Association and the U.S. Conference of Mayors and twice addressed the Los Angeles World Affairs Council.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley wrote and edited several books and numerous manuals, pamphlets and scripts, including a best-selling book, Standing for Something, aimed at a general audience. In it he championed the virtues of love, honesty, morality, civility, learning, forgiveness, mercy, thrift and industry, gratitude, optimism and faith. He also testified of what he called the “guardians of virtue,” namely traditional marriage and family.&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley married Marjorie Pay in the Salt Lake Temple in 1937. They have five children and 25 grandchildren. Sister Hinckley passed away 6 April 2004." (LDSnewsroom.org)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bueno , aunque sabemos sin duda, lo que pasa después de la muerte, aun así es lamentable la perdida del profeta, pero sé que esta bien y debe estar muy feliz junto a su amada esposa, le debió extrañar mucho todo este tiempo y por su avanzada edad era de esperarce, aun me sorprende a los 97 años haya estado tanlusido, fuerte, es totalmente admirable, pero aun así estaba agotado, como dijo en una conferencia, sentía que su vida estaba en la puesta del sol, pero seguía siendo fuerte .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; La verdad sentí una mezcla de sentimientos, de tristeza porque nos deja &amp;amp; de alegría porque ahora el esta con su esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Extrañaré sus mensajes, extrañaré verlo en las conferencias parándose para ir al púlpito con su bastón. Cuando pienso en él me invade una nostalgia muy grande, es un profeta que trascendió tanto en mi vida. Hubiera querido tanto conocerlo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Un hombre realmente llamado por Dios, ahora esta con su esposa con quien se selló por tiempo y eternidad esperando la resurrección en un estado de felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Nuestro querido profeta murió el domingo 27 de enero del 2008 a las 7 pm en Salt Lake City por muerte natural de ancianidad, rodeado de sus familiares en su cabecera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sé que fue un profeta llamado por Dios. Esta alegría saber el plan de salvación pues nos da la certeza de saber que nuestra vida tiene un propósito, no es por casualidad sino que tenemos una misión y el profeta ya cumplió la suya, ahora nos toca a nosotros aprender de las muchas enseñanzas que nos dio un servidor de Jesucristo, un siervo del señor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-7980354914609399664?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/7980354914609399664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=7980354914609399664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7980354914609399664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7980354914609399664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/president-hinckley.html' title='President Hinckley'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1269079571139156201</id><published>2008-01-26T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:18:42.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a day like today......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="widget-content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"A friend is one who knows who you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still allows you to grow." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day like today, one realises what is, what has gone and what remains. What is important, what is trivial, what could have been, what should have been done and importantly, what will be done.&lt;br /&gt;One never knows what life is going to throw your way. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;Every path we choose, every decision we make shapes us, helps us grow, for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1269079571139156201?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1269079571139156201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1269079571139156201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1269079571139156201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1269079571139156201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-day-like-today.html' title='On a day like today......'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-4048769919412944181</id><published>2008-01-25T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:03:13.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es un Buen Dia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;私はあなたを愛しています&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Я ЛЮБЛЮ ВАС &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;我愛你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Its a Sunny Mexico City morning - and that makes me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is so warm and bright, im so glad that we seem to be over the cold spell here, although bad winds two nights again brought down lots of trees and killed four people.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of emails to write and people to catch up with, Im hoping to go out tonight too... i feel like dancing ! I havnt been out for a really long time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;En esta tierra he visto mi primera luz&lt;br /&gt;He visto y veo luz, tierra firme y vasto cielo&lt;br /&gt;Todo mi entorno está entendido en el amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nos tuvieron los que fueron hace tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy hace un buen día&lt;br /&gt;Para hablar de los que están aquí&lt;br /&gt;Trazando a diario el bienestar&lt;br /&gt;De todo aquel que vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Como precederá la aurora al sol de diario&lt;br /&gt;Como sabemos que mañana será igual&lt;br /&gt;Porque así se ha venido haciendo&lt;br /&gt;Con los años que transcurren y se van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta tierra en donde puedo caminar&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la dirección que le ponga a mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;Siempre habrá tiempo para venirle a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Por ser lo más que sé ofrecer como regalo&lt;br /&gt;Me dio un lugar donde al volver con gusto sé decir&lt;br /&gt;Es mi país, esta es mi tierra y casa&lt;br /&gt;Y esta es su canción&lt;br /&gt;Una canción como todas las que se han hecho&lt;br /&gt;Tan sólo que con esta quiero hacer mención&lt;br /&gt;De todo el bien que me hizo nacer de este pueblo&lt;br /&gt;Y que me parte el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que hablar de México&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me inflama el pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si miramos hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;Donde fuimos a empezar&lt;br /&gt;Y encontramos los antiguos&lt;br /&gt;Que formaron un lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pero un buen día se marcharon&lt;br /&gt;Y aprendimos a decir&lt;br /&gt;Grandes fueron los viajeros&lt;br /&gt;Que cruzaron por aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta tierra conocí la dignidad&lt;br /&gt;Del que trabaja para ver crecer los suyos&lt;br /&gt;Del que se esfuerza a superar su condición&lt;br /&gt;Aún a pesar de cruzar tiempos de infortunio&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy hace un buen día&lt;br /&gt;Para hablar de los que están aquí&lt;br /&gt;Trazando a diario el bienestar&lt;br /&gt;De todo aquel que vendrá&lt;br /&gt;De la simiente que se llega al semillero&lt;br /&gt;Que hasta esta tierra fértil un día arribarán&lt;br /&gt;Y no hace falta repetir como los quiero&lt;br /&gt;Si lo he dicho tanto ya&lt;br /&gt;Y hablar de amor es bueno&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se es sincero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si ellos miran hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;De lo que les toca empezar&lt;br /&gt;Y nos hallan a nosotros&lt;br /&gt;Que formamos un lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que un buen día nos marcharemos&lt;br /&gt;Y tal vez podrán decir&lt;br /&gt;Grandes fueron los viajeros&lt;br /&gt;Que cruzaron por aquí&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-4048769919412944181?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4048769919412944181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=4048769919412944181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4048769919412944181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4048769919412944181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoy-es-un-buen-dia.html' title='Hoy es un Buen Dia....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3402616131959857961</id><published>2008-01-22T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:11:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candles we light and snuff out and light again</title><content type='html'>She left this morning,She left no forwarding card. I watched her pack and without looking back  She drove out of the yard .&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are only ghosts" she said "They fade and fall apart" .&lt;br /&gt;They never stick around,When the going gets hard-nosed, strong-boned,Stick-impervious, diamond stoned and it's only names that really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere from here, i'm not asking . I'll do anything to disappear from here&lt;br /&gt;I don't like thinking that maybe something I did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand her, and suddenly she didn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, one day they're here, the next they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia isn't pretty, but it sure makes you strong-bones,Hard-nosed, unimpressible, indisposed.&lt;br /&gt;So call me the names that really hurt...........Take me anywhere from here, i'm not asking&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to disappear from here.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is just a movie in which you wish we never had starred, but right back at the start I bet there's scene that makes you hard-nosed,Strong-boned, stick-impervious, diamond-stoned&lt;br /&gt;And it's only names that really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere from here, i'm not asking .I'll do anything to disappear&lt;br /&gt;So take me anywhere from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3402616131959857961?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3402616131959857961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3402616131959857961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3402616131959857961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3402616131959857961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled.html' title='candles we light and snuff out and light again'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8633850694597165927</id><published>2008-01-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:25:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;Por q me despiertan tan temprano??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por q m obligan a comer lo mismo q ustedes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Por q no tengo trabajo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;Por q no se dan cuenta q soy tan gorda??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;Por q me separaron de mis amigos??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Por que mi novio es tan lindo conmigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;Por q no tengo una mejor amiga conmigo en este momento??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;Por q no consigo lo q quiero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:15;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Por q?? Por q?? Por q?? ahhhhhhhhhhh bla bla bla....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Todos tenemos distintos "por ques?"...yo no kiero mas "por ques"...nope,no puedo pensar nada de eso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Siempre todos queremos tener mejores cosas...yo si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ahora, lo que yo hago para no deprimirme, es pensar en todo lo lindo que yo tengo y que otros no. Lo importante es saber distingir que nosotros tenemos muchas cualidades que los otros no tienen, verdad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Es un excelente ejercicio y te hace valorar lo que ya tienes. Soy Egoista por pensar así? nose, no kreo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Las mejores amigas son demasiado escasas y demasiado es una forma delicada de decirlo, yo no tengo aki una mejor amiga y si tengo amigos pero no los veo kasi jamas!! Pero weno, tengo mis amigos tan lindos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Estoy en los GLoRIosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8633850694597165927?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8633850694597165927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8633850694597165927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8633850694597165927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8633850694597165927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/grrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrr'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8756278489189126473</id><published>2008-01-15T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:03:36.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspberry Jam Sandwiches and Instant Noodles</title><content type='html'>Im back in Mexico City after an amazing 3 weeks in Guatemala with Pam and the boys... we had an incredible Christmas and New year.&lt;br /&gt;We visited Lago Izabal,spent new years in Antigua and ate an AMAZING christmas dinner with the best cranberry sauce i have ever tasted ! ( Thanks to Dan and Roo).&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview this saturday and i am really positive that everything will be ok - i admit that i am missing Guate a little and i wouldnt mind going back, but theres always a way and things will work out soon (i hope... my diet currently consists of Raspberry jam sandwiches and instant noodles due to my lack of funds).&lt;br /&gt;I have had a cold thats being lingering for the past week after the worst - the pollution doesnt make things better but besides that i am pretty healthy..maybe i will loose a few pounds on my current diet! It wouldnt be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went to see "El Amor en los tiempos del Cólera" , adapted from the novel by García Márquez-i didnt know the story but it wasnt a bad movie so you should check it out !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8756278489189126473?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8756278489189126473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8756278489189126473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8756278489189126473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8756278489189126473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/jam-sandwiches-instant-noodles.html' title='Raspberry Jam Sandwiches and Instant Noodles'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6480491468861825538</id><published>2008-01-15T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:08:02.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hablando Sola....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si el amor fuera número , sería uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si el amor fuera comida , sería un enorme plato de spagueti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Si el amor tuviera forma , sería circulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera animal , sería pajaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si el amor una persona , sería un gigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera tela ,sería seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Si el amor hablara , sería muy incoherente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera objeto , sería puerta&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor caminara , andaría descalzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Si el amor fuera ropa , sería abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si el amor fuera un desastre natural , sería un terremoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si el amor fuera flor , sería una margarita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera color , no sería rojo&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera risa , sería carcajada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Si el amor fuera lágrima , sería llanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera un paquete , no tendría un letrero que dijera frágil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Si el amor fuera médico , no sería cardiologo , sería gastroenterólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera una carrera sería arquitectura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si el amor fuera canción , sería " Besame Mucho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera letra , sería vocal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Si el amor fuera pintura , sería abstracta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si el amor fuera poema , no rimaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera un refrán , sería " más vale tarde que nunca"&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera calle , sería de doble sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Si el amor fuera visita , no sería puntual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el amor fuera despedida , diría " hasta luego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si el amor fuera petición ... No sería amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6480491468861825538?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6480491468861825538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6480491468861825538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6480491468861825538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6480491468861825538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-el-amor.html' title='Hablando Sola....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1681829602882610985</id><published>2007-12-07T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:41:46.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my many friends at Christmas this time. No matter how far we are from each other, I want you to know that I am thinking about you all and I wish you a very, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;ThankYou for all the amazing moments together over the past few years and now that I am so far away from you all and especially at this time of year, I am missing you all more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;We are all on different paths in our lives, spread all over the globe, but i know that some day soon we will all be together once again!&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the many adventures of this year, the new people i have met, the old friends that i have missed,the great moments with people that are no longer in my life, new experiences and ofcourse all the foto ops!&lt;br /&gt;I cant admit to being the happiest person recently... Guys, I think that I am in Love! and well, I guess its not meant to be, but on reflection I have realised that i should not feel anger towards certain people that "didnt allow my happiness" so to speak this time around(ja ja).... Maybe I should just stop worrying altogether and realise that when things happen, its for a reason. Maybe we should all do that, try and chill out when things dont go our way and say.. "Tomorrow is another day and another chance" a little more often.&lt;br /&gt;2008 is going to be a great year, I know it !&lt;br /&gt;Love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1681829602882610985?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1681829602882610985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1681829602882610985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1681829602882610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1681829602882610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8187955724412985596</id><published>2007-12-07T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:18:44.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to "LF"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mcb5Vf9rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQnghZbWOg/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mcb5Vf9rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQnghZbWOg/s400/balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141312452681529010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since September I havnt bothered to update the blog for many reasons, I havnt really been doing anything of real interest to anyone else. Working, the odd party in Zona Rosa and weekends in Cuernavaca...&lt;br /&gt;Im here in Mexico City, working still for an artist . everything is going fairly well but im on the job hunt again as im not sure if in January I will be working with her for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I have been back in DF just over two months and I think I have found my home. I love it, I feel so comfortable here and I have also made some amazing new friends over the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Art History seems like a good option if i decide to start school in February here, there is a small university very close to my house and the hours would be perfect.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mW6ZVf9nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/C_4g7438cnk/s1600-h/micro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mW6ZVf9nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/C_4g7438cnk/s400/micro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141306379597772402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween this year was great, I decorated the house, carved some very cool Pumpkins and we hae a childrens party for my bosses kids. It was a success.  Closely followed by "Day of the Dead"... a mexican Halloween if you will, there were lots of interesting things all around the city to celebrate including Day of the Dead Alters and in Reforma, Fifty Skulls all decorated to celebrate the day. Check out some of the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mWUpVf9mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-nT8VRIGolA/s1600-h/indskull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mWUpVf9mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-nT8VRIGolA/s400/indskull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141305731057710690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Skulls decorated with Maiz, Hand Painted, Sprayed and also decorated with material.&lt;br /&gt;(Check out my facebook album for all the photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So November rolled on and it was Birthday time, not just for me but for lots of friends here.&lt;br /&gt;The 27th saw "His" birthday (I might go into my heartbreak later on, but its so high school that i might not even bother) . The 28th was mine and what a disaster that was.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to find a txt message at 8am saying more or less that Id been dumped... on my birthday, Osea.. HELLO! how cruel can people be! Breakfast was good...great infact. I met Micho in Condesa and we had Carrot Cake and talked about the usual bla bla. After breakfast I went shopping and luckily managed to get TWO, yes TWO amazing little dresses and a beautiful jumper (retail therapy did make me feel better) So right now im sitting in one of the amazing dresses which suprisingly came from C&amp;amp;A... very retro and wonderful... I went for Lunch with the one and only Yami @ Big Red (cheap and wonderful as always)  and i had made up with Mr Heartbreak by 2pm so the plan was to meet with him at midnight (sounds like a song ... or maybe im crazy) but as i was dressing in the little red fabric amazement, disaster struck again    ( oh how i should have been expecting it) and that was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Off i went to the Cinema, with hopes of "him" changing his mind by the end of my movie (but no such luck).  So there I am, sitting, gripped by this amazing film, El Pasado for anyone that wants to check it out, film content making me feel slightly sorry for myself and I realise that in the almost empty movie theatre, there is a middle aged man sitting in the row infront of me, staring at me through the seats. At first i didnt pay attention but a few seconds later i realised that this "middle aged man" wasnt wearing pants.. and well, what he was doing i will leave to your imagination. I got up calmly, walked out to tell the security and well i guess the guy scuttled. After being outside a moment i realised what he really happened and fueled with my "bad day" emotions, i just fell to pieces, on the cinema lobby floor i was sobbing for a rather long time.... What a birthday hey !&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas is almost here - I fly out to Guatemala on the 19th of December for a while which should be great. Im half hoping to meet a Tall, Handsome man to sweep me off my feet whilst Im there and make the end of my year a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas lights are up here in the City, everything is sparkling and it looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There is an outdoor ice rink at the Zocalo and i will get there as soon as i can to take some photos - "Bellas sobre Hielo part 1"...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mbSJVf9pI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xN_f7iOkesg/s1600-h/pi%C3%B1lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mbSJVf9pI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xN_f7iOkesg/s400/pi%C3%B1lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141311185666176658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyoacan is also looking nice and festive. There was a projection display in the main square, lots of different christmas images projected onto the church... I took a few photos. I was really impressed with how beautiful it was.               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mcDpVf9qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kcQkPEcextg/s1600-h/coyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mcDpVf9qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kcQkPEcextg/s400/coyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141312036069701282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8187955724412985596?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8187955724412985596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8187955724412985596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8187955724412985596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8187955724412985596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-lf.html' title='Welcome to &quot;LF&quot;....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/R1mcb5Vf9rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQnghZbWOg/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3144175959574653614</id><published>2007-09-19T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:17:57.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 3.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Peña is now one of the final 3 remaining contestants on Latin American Idol... COME ON CARLOS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help a Chapin win Latin American Idol!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ryone here is cheering him on, even the news presenters are wearing his badges on canel 7!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, not long now until i go back to DF.. 28th September... Im going to miss Guate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canalsony.com/lai/"&gt;http://www.canalsony.com/lai/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RvHwZon0l-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vmFXkfoQ2-I/s1600-h/carlospena-gde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112131375234062306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RvHwZon0l-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vmFXkfoQ2-I/s400/carlospena-gde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3144175959574653614?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3144175959574653614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3144175959574653614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3144175959574653614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3144175959574653614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-then-there-were-3.html' title='And then there were 3.....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RvHwZon0l-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vmFXkfoQ2-I/s72-c/carlospena-gde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-356761972406467660</id><published>2007-09-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:18:29.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3itcQpSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DMcD_TqRKfY/s1600-h/1763930-Diego_Rivera_mexican_history-Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3itcQpSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DMcD_TqRKfY/s400/1763930-Diego_Rivera_mexican_history-Mexico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990422443379330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3hysQpSnI/AAAAAAAAADw/KqgygQDm-WE/s1600-h/s_f2eda52884d5d184e0fa21a3c5c59711.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In just under two weeks i will be leaving Guatemala and returning to México to live and work in Mexico City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I am lucky to have found an amazing job in DF working for a professional artist in Lomas de Chapultepec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I am hoping to enroll at the Tec again and start studying in the mornings.  Its my dream job come true so fingers crossed that things will go as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;All being well, i should have some cool visitors in the next few months all the way from the USA.&lt;br /&gt;It will be sad to leave Guatemala city.. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3jJsQpSqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S5Pg_Q-ZyA4/s1600-h/Lapinata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3jJsQpSqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S5Pg_Q-ZyA4/s400/Lapinata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990907774683810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My birthday is coming up so i am going to start planning a big party with Antuan in San Luis Potosí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want Fireworks, a Piñata, Balloons, a huge cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and so on and so on. I am thinking to have a "London-México" semi theme as all the old friends from Europe will be there together again! Its going to be alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-356761972406467660?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/356761972406467660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=356761972406467660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/356761972406467660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/356761972406467660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-my-way.html' title='On my way...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ru3itcQpSoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DMcD_TqRKfY/s72-c/1763930-Diego_Rivera_mexican_history-Mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-4885344797530609609</id><published>2007-09-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:09:55.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my favorites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Half a league, half a league,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Half a league onward,&lt;br /&gt;All in the valley of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Rode the six hundred.&lt;br /&gt;"Forward, the Light Brigade!&lt;br /&gt;"Charge for the guns!" he said:&lt;br /&gt;Into the valley of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Rode the six hundred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Forward, the Light Brigade!"&lt;br /&gt;Was there a man dismay'd?&lt;br /&gt;Not tho' the soldier knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Someone had blunder'd:&lt;br /&gt;Their's not to make reply,&lt;br /&gt;Their's not to reason why,&lt;br /&gt;Their's but to do and die:&lt;br /&gt;Into the valley of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Rode the six hundred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Cannon to right of them,&lt;br /&gt;Cannon to left of them,&lt;br /&gt;Cannon in front of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Volley'd and thunder'd;&lt;br /&gt;Storm'd at with shot and shell,&lt;br /&gt;Boldly they rode and well,&lt;br /&gt;Into the jaws of Death,&lt;br /&gt;Into the mouth of Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Rode the six hundred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Flash'd all their sabres bare,&lt;br /&gt;Flash'd as they turn'd in air,&lt;br /&gt;Sabring the gunners there,&lt;br /&gt;Charging an army, while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt;  All the world wonder'd:&lt;br /&gt;Plunged in the battery-smoke&lt;br /&gt;Right thro' the line they broke;&lt;br /&gt;Cossack and Russian&lt;br /&gt;Reel'd from the sabre stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Shatter'd and sunder'd.&lt;br /&gt;Then they rode back, but not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Not the six hundred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Cannon to right of them,&lt;br /&gt;Cannon to left of them,&lt;br /&gt;Cannon behind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Volley'd and thunder'd;&lt;br /&gt;Storm'd at with shot and shell,&lt;br /&gt;While horse and hero fell,&lt;br /&gt;They that had fought so well&lt;br /&gt;Came thro' the jaws of Death&lt;br /&gt;Back from the mouth of Hell,&lt;br /&gt;All that was left of them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Left of six hundred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When can their glory fade?&lt;br /&gt;O the wild charge they made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; All the world wondered.&lt;br /&gt;Honor the charge they made,&lt;br /&gt;Honor the Light Brigade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://poetry.eserver.org/space.gif" /&gt; Noble six hundred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wilfred Owen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,&lt;br /&gt;Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs&lt;br /&gt;And towards our distant rest began to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;Men marched asleep.  Many had lost their boots&lt;br /&gt;But limped on, blood-shod.  All went lame; all blind;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots&lt;br /&gt;Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAS!  Gas!  Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,&lt;br /&gt;Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;&lt;br /&gt;But someone still was yelling out and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--&lt;br /&gt;Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light&lt;br /&gt;As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,&lt;br /&gt;He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in some smothering dreams you too could pace&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wagon that we flung him in,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,&lt;br /&gt;His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood&lt;br /&gt;Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud&lt;br /&gt;Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you would not tell with such high zest&lt;br /&gt;To children ardent for some desperate glory,&lt;br /&gt;The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est&lt;br /&gt;Pro patria mori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-4885344797530609609?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4885344797530609609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=4885344797530609609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4885344797530609609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4885344797530609609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-of-my-favorites.html' title='Two of my favorites...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8340440281950233197</id><published>2007-09-15T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:03:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Día de Independencia!</title><content type='html'>Hoy 15 de septiembre celebramos el dia de la independencia de un pais tan bello como Guatemala, en el año 1821 especificamente el dia 15 de septiembre se firma el acta de independencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independance day to everyone today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuyawcQpSlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QvAqN_SA8lQ/s1600-h/SNB11536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuyawcQpSlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QvAqN_SA8lQ/s400/SNB11536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110629834169076306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets were full of smiling faces, bands and party goers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ruyb98QpSmI/AAAAAAAAADo/5QCHVkjuB0E/s1600-h/SNB11569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Ruyb98QpSmI/AAAAAAAAADo/5QCHVkjuB0E/s400/SNB11569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110631165608938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8340440281950233197?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8340440281950233197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8340440281950233197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8340440281950233197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8340440281950233197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/feliz-da-de-independencia.html' title='¡Feliz Día de Independencia!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuyawcQpSlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QvAqN_SA8lQ/s72-c/SNB11536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8034166178571781514</id><published>2007-09-10T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:55:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuXZP5J7cwI/AAAAAAAAADY/eSH_H5QHCtY/s1600-h/n564365075_1216905_8018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuXZP5J7cwI/AAAAAAAAADY/eSH_H5QHCtY/s400/n564365075_1216905_8018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108728219385426690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuXZF5J7cvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xO6vEWXSvhE/s1600-h/hummer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuXZF5J7cvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xO6vEWXSvhE/s400/hummer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108728047586734834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some exciting news....cant wait for SLP 6th october&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8034166178571781514?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8034166178571781514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8034166178571781514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8034166178571781514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8034166178571781514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-news.html' title='Good news...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RuXZP5J7cwI/AAAAAAAAADY/eSH_H5QHCtY/s72-c/n564365075_1216905_8018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8444625295472713445</id><published>2007-09-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:04:16.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemalan....</title><content type='html'>In Guatemala you wont find anyone not using the verb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fijarse&lt;/span&gt;....except perhaps if you take a spanish class..Like pues, its probably not one of those words that you would learn if taking spanish classes here or anywhere else for that matter. It is as common in everyday chatter as lip movement but explanations for it are scarcer than empty seats on a weekend chicken bus!&lt;br /&gt; Fijarse, like the english verbs, Fix, fixate and affix decends from the latin figere, "to fasten". The closest literal traslation is probably "to fixate yourself". Not a very everyday sounding express you might think....Maybe not, but if you were literal about all the "fixating" that Guatemalans casually order others to do with thier incessant fijateando, you would probably become as mute as Meher Baba, to busy pondering to ever get a word in edge or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;You will never hear the infinitve- fijarse...more than 99% of the time what you hear is one of the command forms including Fijate, fíjese,fíjense etc.  Other forms are rarely heard, if at all and seem archiac. You will never hear someone say "Yo no me fijo en esto" , maybe there was simply no room for such an expression after fijate had saturated the oral side of the language.&lt;br /&gt;Like the equally paradoxical pues, fijate came to mean almost nothing by coming to mean almost everything.  But in this there is utility for learners of spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Master Fijate, and you have (with pues) some leverage when speaking your second tongue with people who own it as thier first.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable as it sounds, the first multi word utterance learned by Guatemalan toddlers is often "Fijate que". Infants only mimic adults, so we must ask what the adults are really saying.&lt;br /&gt;Usually it will mean nothing and somethings it signifies that the declaration is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;So babies will start, fijate que, fijate que but cant form the rest of the sentance. However its some sort of milestone in speach acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;However there are times when "Fijate que" could mean something more,, reluncation, blame or disappointment possibly.&lt;br /&gt;Generally you will hear the word for total non brainer stuff like "¿Té de Manzanilla?  Fíjese que no hay" , but i guess one could cynically argue that "no hay" is in fact the predicate favoured over all others!&lt;br /&gt;Its a sort of get out clause... inject Fijate and theres your excuse!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, much more could be said about fijate but, Fijate que, space precludes this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8444625295472713445?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8444625295472713445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8444625295472713445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8444625295472713445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8444625295472713445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/guatemalan.html' title='Guatemalan....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1999034452693065288</id><published>2007-09-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:04:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change, would do you good...</title><content type='html'>I am just getting into bed rather late after staying up to watch the lastest news on CNN. The help find Camille Cleverley campaign is apparently going well, with more leads and more than 500 volunteers turning out at the BYU campus in Provo to help with the search and show thier support.  I will be praying for Camille and her family this weekend that she returns home safe soon. This sunday is fast sunday so maybe we could all take a few extra minutes to remember Camille in our prayers and whilst we fast this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;www.findcamille.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today the salon was quiet..theres usually so many people on saturdays getting ready for parties but as the Dry law is in place for tomorrows voting, not too many people are partying!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Mercado Central in Z1 this morning to buy a few things.. i saw some really cute choni earrings.. i came back to the salon at 11.30am and at 4pm as there was nobody around i joked wish Jospeh to cut me in a fringe... well, he cut it before i could chicken out (which is what i would have probably done) and for a while whilst my hair was still wet, i was a little worried.. but im actually really loving the new look and i shall post a photo soon...&lt;br /&gt;x x  x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1999034452693065288?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1999034452693065288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1999034452693065288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1999034452693065288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1999034452693065288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/change-would-do-you-good.html' title='A change, would do you good...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-8780724846654037776</id><published>2007-09-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:14:27.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pleasant Valley Sunday......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt8ABar1VVI/AAAAAAAAADI/ObXhY4lfiXw/s1600-h/monkees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt8ABar1VVI/AAAAAAAAADI/ObXhY4lfiXw/s400/monkees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106800526804473170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have had that song stuck in my head for the past few days.. it always makes me think..im not sure why..So, apparently Hurricane Felix is on its way, and Henrietta is on the other side! Something to look forward to eh?...........Nothing much is new here, Im going to the salon tomorrow.. I have a few photos to upload thats about it..I havnt been feeling well the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else? I miss my mommy!!!!! I try calling but she never answers! Miss you all...x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The local rock group down the street,Is trying hard to learn their song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seranade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Pleasant Valley Sunday,Charcoal burning everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rows of houses that are all the same,And no one seems to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a t.v. in every room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Pleasant Valley Sunday..Here in status symbol land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mothers complain about how hard life is,And the kids just don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Creature comfort goals,They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a change of scenery "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-8780724846654037776?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/8780724846654037776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=8780724846654037776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8780724846654037776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/8780724846654037776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-pleasant-valley-sunday.html' title='Another Pleasant Valley Sunday......'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt8ABar1VVI/AAAAAAAAADI/ObXhY4lfiXw/s72-c/monkees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3358569094204229010</id><published>2007-09-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:10:21.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?</title><content type='html'>The conceptual symbol? Is it just a conceptual symbol? a "concept"? or does it really exist? What is a concept? and what ideas do we have of this individual "concept"..is it even one at all, maybe just an idea or dream?&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats something that we are always asking, wondering, thinking about,pondering,presuming that it doesnt,waiting for it to happy,hoping for,asking for and sometimes indeed praying for....its something that we an inquisitive about,amazed by, speculative about and indeed curious about this one concept that rarely shows itself...we dont see things as they are, we see them as we are.. are we wise to do that? The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it tasks to blossom, One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life, that word is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect love is rare indeed -&lt;br /&gt;     for to be a lover will require that you continually&lt;br /&gt;     have the subtlety of the very wise,&lt;br /&gt;     the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist,&lt;br /&gt;     the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint,&lt;br /&gt;     the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt7-7ar1VUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qy_F-LcEXtM/s1600-h/feetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt7-7ar1VUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qy_F-LcEXtM/s400/feetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106799324213630274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3358569094204229010?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3358569094204229010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3358569094204229010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3358569094204229010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3358569094204229010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-on-earth-are-you-ever-going-to.html' title='How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rt7-7ar1VUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qy_F-LcEXtM/s72-c/feetheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6808137412044168854</id><published>2007-09-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:06:43.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Back you up...</title><content type='html'>I remember thinking&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on forever only knowing&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;The touch of you is hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;But like that touch I know no other&lt;br /&gt;And for sure we have danced&lt;br /&gt;In the risk of each other&lt;br /&gt;Would YOU like to dance&lt;br /&gt;Around the world with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be falling all about my own thing&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're the heaviest weight&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here that's hung&lt;br /&gt;Around my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your lips burn wild&lt;br /&gt;Thrown from the face of a child&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The seeing of the greatest view&lt;br /&gt;Do what you will, always&lt;br /&gt;Walk where you like, your steps&lt;br /&gt;Do as you please, I'll back you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we walk&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we run away&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;No matter how fast we are running&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we keep&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we keep up with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be falling all about my own thing&lt;br /&gt;And i know your the heaviest weight&lt;br /&gt;When your not here that's hung&lt;br /&gt;Around my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your lips burn wild&lt;br /&gt;Thrown from the face of a child&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The seeing of the greatest view&lt;br /&gt;Do what you will, always&lt;br /&gt;Walk where you like, your steps&lt;br /&gt;Do as you please, I'll back you up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6808137412044168854?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6808137412044168854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6808137412044168854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6808137412044168854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6808137412044168854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/ill-back-you-up.html' title='I&apos;ll Back you up...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-9140895901193338603</id><published>2007-09-02T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:16:09.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RtrHf6r1VNI/AAAAAAAAACA/C0idq84w-q4/s1600-h/SNB11407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RtrHf6r1VNI/AAAAAAAAACA/C0idq84w-q4/s400/SNB11407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105612478720857298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pamela!&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had Mariachis in the salon for Pams birthday. We had lots of fun, dancing, singing and eating the best cake ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RtrJkKr1VOI/AAAAAAAAACI/hdvKkVo7Dqs/s1600-h/SNB11365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RtrJkKr1VOI/AAAAAAAAACI/hdvKkVo7Dqs/s400/SNB11365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105614750758556898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-9140895901193338603?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/9140895901193338603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=9140895901193338603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9140895901193338603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9140895901193338603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RtrHf6r1VNI/AAAAAAAAACA/C0idq84w-q4/s72-c/SNB11407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-5363648318597355193</id><published>2007-08-30T16:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:30:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adriens arrival...</title><content type='html'>So Adrien arrived today to a crowded airport with 2 suitcases... 1 full of clothes..the other full of candy... he brought me FRUIT TART LIFESAVERS! I am sooo happy! They dont sell them here which is probably a good thing.. i did form a slight addiction to them over the past months in México and USA...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Pams birthday so we have arranged a suprise for her when she arrives at work tomorrow... MARIACHIS! je je... i cant wait!! its going to be cool...&lt;br /&gt;She is going to Ft Lauderdale which will be a nice break for her.. Wish Dan and Roo could be here for it... i will have to send a video...&lt;br /&gt;Its raining so much right now and it will be a while before rainy season is over, so i will just have to put up with wet feet and clothes for a while longer!!&lt;br /&gt;Today i was trying to get some stuff done at the salon but the internet was being abit crappy so i left at 3pm without hardly anything done which is abit frustrating.. Hopefully this weekend and next week we can get everything moving and do what we want to do... Saturday will be a good time to take some fotos etc.. anyways.. its all good fun...&lt;br /&gt;Adrien will be back in a day or two from Peten and maybe we will go to Antigua or Panajachel depending on the weather... we both think its wierd to be here, hanging out in Guate... its really nice to see him again, we will have alot of fun this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-5363648318597355193?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5363648318597355193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=5363648318597355193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5363648318597355193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5363648318597355193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/adriens-arrival.html' title='Adriens arrival...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6398006627951629540</id><published>2007-08-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:00:43.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only.........</title><content type='html'>Lo Siento, Perdoname.&lt;br /&gt;Son Palabras dificiles de decir.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando son dichas de corazon... traen gran felicidad en tu direccion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6398006627951629540?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6398006627951629540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6398006627951629540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6398006627951629540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6398006627951629540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-only.html' title='If only.........'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-7392379054021331394</id><published>2007-08-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:46:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today is a very special day. Not only am i feeling happy for the first time in forever, but today is Chonis Birthday.... have fun girl!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i was there with you in Utah to celebrate..but no.. we have got some serious girl talk to catch up on. Love ya x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-7392379054021331394?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/7392379054021331394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=7392379054021331394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7392379054021331394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7392379054021331394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3218408902999621358</id><published>2007-08-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:04:38.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Hard....</title><content type='html'>"Compassion and Love are precious things in life. They are not complicated.They are simple, but difficult to practice". Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking.. How do we practice being loving and compassionate? Simple daily acts of random kindness? Telling someone out loud that we love them ? Giving up are spare time to help others? Being a shoulder to cry on when a friend is in need?&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all this a few days ago when a close friend called out and needed someone to listen. This situation wasn't unusual. We often will talk about what is on our minds and give each other the best advice that we have to offer. But something this time was different in the tone of the conversation. This time i really felt that my friend needed someone, not just to talk. But that she really wanted to hear some advice.....she obviously was very upset and really needed to talk. I really felt that i needed to be there with her and i couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Warning to anyone that doesnt want to read any "sob story" about the complications of relationships, even more when it involves mormons and marriage..X MY BLOG AT THIS POINT..&lt;br /&gt;but.. i am going to moan for the next 10 minutes about how much dating REALLY pisses me off right now..im sorry for that mild use of language but it is just so perfect. Im totally exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;We meet people and who knows if men do it too, but I can say with 100% certainty that girls get caught up easily sometimes and with all nievety we day dream of what could be, we trick ourselves into thinking that we are in love and we live out the happy couple fantasies in our heads as we sit on the train or bus in a morning on the way to college or work.&lt;br /&gt;The one problem is that most of us are day dreaming about people that we have only met but are not actually dating. Why are we not dating our dream man then ?&lt;br /&gt;Because we are not honest, we are scared of looking stupid or of having the wrong idea and so we spend weeks, months or maybe even longer waiting for that perfect moment when we will tell our secret loves everything we feel. But we never do.&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys circle around saying nothing when they really want to ask them out? For all us Mormons, dating is such a normal part of our society, so why is it so hard for us?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We have so many oppurtunities to meet different kinds of people and start relationships even if only great friendships that never turn into any romance. But we are we not taking the oppurtunities that we have and instead sitting around, single and wishing that we hadnt "Played it cool" throughout our twenties.. and now at the age of 28 we are on the so called "scrap pile" of over aged singles.&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why some of my amazing friends at the age of 31 and older have never dated anyone seriously, are not married and not anywhere near being married anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Im talking about amazingly intelligent, witty, funny, cultured, well travelled people who are always willing to try something new.  But why is it always the short blonde that lists her favourite music as "Nsync" and "Kelly Clarkson" as thier favourite music and thier favourite activites as "Shopping" ?.. Osea..HELLO !?&lt;br /&gt;After realising that guys at church never paid any attention to me i stopped caring. I would go to dances with my friends and nothing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Today i asked a married friend why he thought that was and he told me that i was liked by alot of guys but they found me intimidating and didnt know what to say. This was a huge suprise to me.&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, thats a reason and i would agree that i am not the typical church girl at dances. I would imagine how people would feel it hard to randomly start talking to me, but then i thought NO... no more rubbish about being nervous or intimadated. We need to just get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;The second problem that my friends and i seem to have is distance.&lt;br /&gt;I for one have been badly burned by a long distance relationship but i really think that we need to be more open to the idea of getting to know more people no matter where they are from or where they live.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has recently met a guy she was talking to for a while after a brief meeting through church. She went to his city with high expectations after conversing with him daily for hours for the past year or so and genuinely thought that there could be some chance of this turning into something of a romance or even more. I can honestly say that i expected it too.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting the guy she told me how sad she was that nothing seemed to be as she expected and my simple advice was that she needed to be honest with him about her feelings so she wasnt wondering and the guy would then be able to respond. Honestly i hope.&lt;br /&gt;I know how hard that will be for her to do and i imagine that it would be maybe embarrassing and difficult for myself to do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;As ridiculous and pathetic as it is. Im completely in awe of a guy i met briefly once who lives a hundreds of miles away from me. We get on great, he is flirtatious and complimentary, a true gentleman but now i am beginning to feel some strong desire to get to know him better and i would be being dishonest if i didnt really wish that there was some way to start a more formal relationship with the guy. Its painfully obvious how much i am into him although maybe he doesnt see or, maybe he doesnt want to see it... but the thought of rejection if i told him honestly how i felt... is just horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;Americans never consider us as a real option as, and quite rationally, the realise that dating someone that they dont live close too seems to have an ending even before a beginning. Doomed to fail. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, i am genuinely annoyed about being single. Theres nothing that i can do about it which is the most ridiculous part but with the millions of people out there to choose from..where are there so many of us single.&lt;br /&gt;The guy i really like is approaching 30. I suprises me how a guy like him could have got to that age without being married by now but i have noticed that all these guys with something interesting to say, the one's that are well travelled, intelligent, they are all 29+ and not just unmarried but not even dating.  Why ?&lt;br /&gt;I asked a friend from my old ward in London why he was 30 and still single. "Too many years of playing it cool when i was in my twenties" was his reply. He told me "I never imagined to be 30 and still single".  Do any of us imagine that? I dont think so... but it seems to be a product of our own doing completely. Atleast from the guys part.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, why dont you just open your mouths and be honest.  I hate to sound arrogant, but there are plenty of girls to choose from.. i know for sure that i myslef and my friends are far from unattractive and someone could do alot worse. So why are we all single?&lt;br /&gt;What do we need to do to get your attention or to let you know what you need to before you make a move? I really wish that i knew as i really would rather be having conversations with my friends about there great dates and boyfriends other than the lack of.&lt;br /&gt;As for my Mr Perfect. I will just sit and wait for a few minutes on that one. It will take me a while to pluck up the courage but sometime soon i will find out what the deal is... its wierd.. my little friend got me thinking about all this and especially this one guy...&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous that i can have such a strong feeling for someone that a hardly know. But this guy really is a "catch" as they say. Intelligent, well travelled, intriguing, speaks many languages, he is funny and witty, kind and overly polite. A real prince charming and even if i will rationally say that i am not "in love" with him...i am simply in awe of this man.. crazy to think that he probably is clueless... Maybe we all have our secret admirers lusting for us in far off lands, or maybe just around the next corner.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they all get a happy ending soon. Sorry for my ramble.. this is just what i was thinking about over the past few days and it probably doesnt even make sense...&lt;br /&gt;GUYS, SPEAK UP ! SAY WHAT YOU ARE THINKING EVEN IF ITS NOT WHAT WE WANT TO HEAR!! PLEASE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3218408902999621358?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3218408902999621358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3218408902999621358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3218408902999621358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3218408902999621358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-hard.html' title='Love is Hard....'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3567394448584898068</id><published>2007-08-26T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:27:05.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Chon-Chon!!</title><content type='html'>Well, she's there..so what can i say? All she needs to do now is get the guy to fall in love with her... hmm, maybe hard than we first thought...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... GO CHONI GO CHONI.. WORK IT GIRL !!&lt;br /&gt;So Chons in Utah, Im in Guatemala, WISHING i was in Utah, then maybe the not so young man im dying to see might realise that i do infact, exist! je je...&lt;br /&gt;So, these things are lame,and you know that i never do them... but i had to do it as 1: I was bored and 2: Its fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes, Tired but im smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you in Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Im in love with the idea of being in love...im too rational to say that im in love with someone that im not even dating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If no, then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would say..that..im in awe of someone, im amazed by him...he really is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Your longest relationship lastest for...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hmmm, i dont know! does less than 60 seconds count? I guess 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Is there someone of the opposite sex that you think about every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;90% of my friends are male, so therefore yes... but one individual particularly..more than others..sob sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do certain songs remind you of anyone that was special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, U2 and Chili Peppers songs are totally ruined for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Would you like to be married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In this precise moment no..but maybe one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Have you ever said "I love you" and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ofcourse, I have been very foolish in my younger years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Are you a Heart Breaker or are you the one reaching for the tissues constantly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Im in the middle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is the most Romantic thing you have ever done for somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ja ! nothing that  i can think of...or that i consider romantic..maybe others may think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Where do you think is the most Romantic place in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Easy ! London riverside at night when all the lights are shining and the stars are out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12..and the least...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Easier, PARIS! sooo overated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13.Do you date alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thats a cruel question. Im going with A, no never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Do you think that you will be married in 3yrs time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would imagine so. BUt who knows!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3567394448584898068?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3567394448584898068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3567394448584898068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3567394448584898068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3567394448584898068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-chon-chon.html' title='Go Chon-Chon!!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3058169995380494545</id><published>2007-08-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:00:19.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch !</title><content type='html'>Its almost Sunday and my eye is getting worse! I thought it would have gone by now, but i work up this morning to see my cheek worse than yesterday.. and it still hurts..talk about bad luck eh?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched "Evan Almighty"..... not a cool movie. Dont waste your time..&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at the Salon..then later on we went for Pupusas in the street.. they were very tasty! Nothing more to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3058169995380494545?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3058169995380494545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3058169995380494545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3058169995380494545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3058169995380494545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch !'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-5165443619945550976</id><published>2007-08-18T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:11:31.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RsdSY6r1VKI/AAAAAAAAABo/XvSQWvpwYZY/s1600-h/n564365075_1017657_9910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RsdSY6r1VKI/AAAAAAAAABo/XvSQWvpwYZY/s400/n564365075_1017657_9910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100135691043820706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-5165443619945550976?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5165443619945550976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=5165443619945550976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5165443619945550976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5165443619945550976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/RsdSY6r1VKI/AAAAAAAAABo/XvSQWvpwYZY/s72-c/n564365075_1017657_9910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-591278033879721998</id><published>2007-08-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:08:23.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides ; Are we just playing around out here or do we mean what we say?</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I applied for a job in Monterrey working setting up art projects for under privelged school aged children with an emphasis on Art, i.e - My dream job  that i never thought existed in reality and lucky me, yesterday the project director emailed me and they want to meet for an interview in Monterrey!&lt;br /&gt;Im really excited to know more about the job, I dont care if they pay me peanuts..this is my dream job and I am going to try my best to get it!&lt;br /&gt;They want someone with an Art-Creative background to imput ideas in the projects,take photographs and set up new schemes...I almost died when I saw the job advertisment and that it is in México, 90 minutes away from Texas by car. I really hope that one of the few jobs im interviewing for soon comes through as they both sound exciting.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment im still in Guatemala trying to get my students to be more "Artsy" but they are not overly interested although Adriana really seemed to enjoy her "Photo shoot" yesterday... I took some good ones even though im not a fan of portraits.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was slightly strange. We went to a "Roller Skating Rink", a fast flow of too many people skating around, it was so 1976 and i ripped my jeans..&lt;br /&gt;The guy at the pay desk gave me a few laughs with his bad chat-up lines but I would have to say my favourite part of the evening was the "Grease" theme playing whilst the disco lights sparkled along with the glow-in-the-dark wheels. Never again. No one seemed to understand why I was so distraught about my jeans. No, the rip isnt "fashion" as I explained and people obviously shop with thier eyes closed here, even simple things like Jeans are hideous!&lt;br /&gt;Right now im faking my way through the days trying to keep smiling, but I occasionally falter and my "sweet as a diet coke" persona shows through, (thank you for the description by the way John Boy... unflattering but i love it). People ask alot why im so serious..My answer is that im not serious, im just honest. People dont seem to like honesty here too much, but i love the awkward look on peoples faces when I can tell that they dont know how to repsond to my "seriousness".....missing the Brits again and the sarcasmism and the dry wit.. god bless england!&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if its me, but people seem to be annoying me rather alot lately..I even argue with kids, its ridiculous. However I hate that people here are so narrow minded and arguementative.Maybe they got my started on this thing. Saying that, i dont feel I "over reacted" this evening when someone "joked" with me about the whole, "5 wives" thing.. Im so over that and now it just annoys me how misinformed people are. Maybe I was just in a bad mood and I took it too hard, but it really, really got me. I can be such an angry person. I love me ! ( can I actually get away with that many puncuation marks in one badly formed sentance? Im not sure, but its done anyway).&lt;br /&gt;Alexander, I feel I must apologise. On reflection, we could have had a wonderful friendship in London. Our "friendship" was not at all bad..but it could have been much improved. That was my fault and yes I do realise that I have an attitude problem at times. Lets say that your kindness scared me... I mean, Hello, London and someone is smiling, wanting to be a great friend. You must admit, its not an everyday thing. But, I miss your quotes,facts on the random, and plain flat out wierdness ( and thats complementary,something we share..Im very wierd,I have been told so many times)..you must come and visit me and give me a run down of the last 150 books you have read in the past 6 months. I know you have. Smile - well, I know your smiling. You always are. Dont stop.&lt;br /&gt;Its been raining alot and its cold in the nights. I cant wait for rainy season to be over. I caught alot of sun the other day and yesterday for the first time ever, my skin started peeling....on my face...Horrific! I looked like a leper and spent an hour scrubbing in the shower. Now thats gone, I noticed a rash forming on my chest and neck. I think I'm allergic to whining,spoilt,bad mannered children. Of which there are an abundance of here.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be a bit of a bad ass this week and so far I have managed to get out of the house 3 times, 3 TIMES! unaccompanied.. I stole the cars door clicker and snook out. I only went about 250 metres but it was the most freedom I have had in the last few weeks. I cant explain how glorious it was. Tonight I even ventured out in the dark ! to take a photo of the temple infront of the house. However I returned home to a greeting of,  "do you want to get kidnapped? " .. I admit that I was half expecting to get my camera stolen within the 4 minutes I was out. Oh how much im missing London right now. I keep having a rebelde urge to jump on the bus or run down the street. Flirting with shop assistants and security guards is alway fun. If anyone understands why I "shouldnt", without explaining the formalities of LAM, they will share in my smile. Anyways, I dont care. &lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, Security guards here. They are all 5ft nothing and are scarily always carrying rifles or shotguns half the size of there person. Its a strange sight. Im comfortable with the guns thing again now, however I cant help wanting not to be. Its so normal, but it shouldnt be. No one seems to want to admit just how ridiculously bad some things are here. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I read a rather funny article in the news paper today however Im not sure how accurate it was. Apparently Rigoberta Menchu was thrown, or almost thrown out of a 5 star hotel in Cancun. They thought she was just a poor indian or something. It was funny firstly as I dont really like the women or her " im a poor humble indian bla bla bla" whole thing she has got going on. Ok, yes she is a noble prize winner and she has done many good things. But also her whole "thing" is just old and so tired now. Secondly it was rather funny how people in Quintana Roo didnt even know who she was.&lt;br /&gt;Menchu is running for president this year. She doesnt have a chance if we are realistic. She doesnt have many posters up for her campaign as she says that she is "too poor" to pay for those things..hmmm, yeh right lady.&lt;br /&gt;It suprises me every day just how "white" or more exact "Guero"  Guatemala is. A country with more than 90% of the population being Indiginous but the city is full of Blond, blue eyed people. Its so normal here. Yesterday i saw a rather indigenious women in the bakery with blue eyes and they wernt contacts. Morenos with blonde kids..its bizarre.. its just funny the picture that people imagine of Guatemalans.. Its so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What else? Adrien got a girlfriend. Im happy for him.. its cute. I on the other hand feel as single as a single person could possibly ever feel ! Marce, great Street dog analogy. Hilarious. Why cant those two ridiculously amazing men in the good old US of A show us some more interest! I mean, im making the effort. Im in the same time zone (almost) now! What more can he possiby want? Well, possibly living in the same city, let alone country could help a little i guess and the guy knowing that you hold the slightest sparkle of interest too, although I think we have both covered that one, however im not sure with how much success. Less emphasis on the joke of it all next time im thinking?  Chon Chon, get your butt to Utah. I will meet you there girl. AND, if it all fails... I can still day dream right? How is he not married by now anyways ?? Im pretty sure that he is one of the ever ilusive "catch" guys that people always talk about that do exist out there but no one ever see's....Man, he really does put a smile on my face. Ok, day dream moment over... by the way Chon, im wearing the Chile hat... loving it still...&lt;br /&gt;So, i must get into bed. I can see the missionaries across the way are getting ready too,so thats my cue that its getting late. Gotta love missionaries...they are such strange beings at times. Next door we have the prize winner for "campest hispanic missionary ever", theres the one that always says "O-La" in his most gringo of gringo accents and the handsome, silent one from Nevada. They really are a wierd bunch and so nieve. I cant wait for thier first day beyond the gates of the MTC in a few weeks. I think a few of them are going to be a little unnerved when they get sent to there new accomodation in the wonderful parts of the city like Trebol and Zona 1... riding the bus full of people is going to be fun too.... poor kids.&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love and my "cara de fuchi" je je.. Night x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is still not working at home, or rather not with my laptop so im writing days and uploading it all together if its slightly confusing...&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went BACK to the roller rink to my horror. I slipped out for lunch and as i was walking through the restaurant car park i was hit in the eye by what i thought for half a second was just a bug or seed.... then almost screamed as i realised that the wasp had just stung me underneath my eye ( oh yes, go ahead and laugh and i hope you get stung there too..its hurts!) I was totally blinded, falling all over the car park almost hit by 2 cars and in agony. It REALLY, REALLY hurt!&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes my left eye was so swollen and tight. I looked awful and 3 people asked if i had been hit... nice!  So i look like i've been beaten and the pressure is giving me a really bad headache!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice paella tonight at my aunts.&lt;br /&gt;So wedding bells keep ringing. Even non members! All my ex boyfriends seem to be getting married... its crazy. Why doesnt anyone want to marry me!? Or why dont i want to marry anyone! ja ja...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-591278033879721998?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/591278033879721998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=591278033879721998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/591278033879721998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/591278033879721998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/besides-are-we-just-playing-around-out.html' title='Besides ; Are we just playing around out here or do we mean what we say?'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-5196908221798105856</id><published>2007-08-13T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:01:03.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote...</title><content type='html'>I was reading on sunday afternoon and came across a quote from Gordon B Hinckley that i really wanted to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is a season of a thousand oppurtunites, it is ours to grasp and move forward. What a wonderful time it is for each of us to do his or her small part in moving the work of the Lord on to its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magnificent Destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Conference Report Oct 97, Ensign Nov 97, Pg 67)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-5196908221798105856?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/5196908221798105856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=5196908221798105856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5196908221798105856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/5196908221798105856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/quote.html' title='Quote...'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3750617085384937931</id><published>2007-08-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:51:45.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO over Presidencial campaigns!!</title><content type='html'>Another week almost over and im still in Guatemala, REALLY wishing more than ever to be back in México! Im so tired of presidencial campaigns, campaign songs,adverts,the streets full of posters..although one guy running for City diputado is pretty hot!&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to the zoo and my poor face is a little burnt..the sun was so strong....you can imagine how nice the zoo smelt on such a hot day! The baby zebra was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;So this week was full of suprises. Sunday i was woken up early to find Mariachis playing in the living room which was cool!! REALLY cool!!&lt;br /&gt;It was my moms birthday, i called her and got to chat for a while which was nice, i miss her !! I MISS YOU MOMMY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Iv been spending alot of time painting and drawing - Im working on a masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;what more?? oh yes... this week i went to play BOLICHE!!!! (Bowling for anyone else) and i suprised myself with how good i was! strikes and half strikes almost every turn! IM A PRO ! je je... It was fun, i havnt been bowling in years, and yes the shoes were still horrific, but it was fun... we also went to play tennis and went swimming at the American Club... goggles,flippers and all... it was nice to do alot of things this week that i havnt done in a long time..&lt;br /&gt;Valeria has picked up on the way that i speak in spanish and started copying me, her dad say that she has started "singing" ( speaking with a mexican accent) so now theres a spanish ban....yesterday she told me, "no manches wey" which was pretty funny for me... but im sure if anyone else heard it they'd kill me!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and going to go and cut off all my hair! well, maybe not but im thinking about it..oh, and im happy too... there is life on planet Rodriguez after all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3750617085384937931?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3750617085384937931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3750617085384937931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3750617085384937931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3750617085384937931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-over-presidencial-campaigns.html' title='I am SO over Presidencial campaigns!!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-9011595357335456580</id><published>2007-07-18T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:52:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6nlpasFsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IdrKQssSpxo/s1600-h/friends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088688894190032578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6nlpasFsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IdrKQssSpxo/s400/friends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think that i got a chance to properly say Goodbye to my amazing, wonderful friends in London.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that they are some of the best friends, if not the best i ever made in my life...&lt;br /&gt;London was a great experience.. some days i feel like packing a rucksack and coming back.&lt;br /&gt;London is such a great city with a little of everything, tucked in every corner you find something and someone new.&lt;br /&gt;First there were the crazy colombians and Alina.. My Aline.. why did you have to go back to Germany? Portabello will never be the same without you! Efriams singing and amazing salsa skills, Diego and his infectious smile.. the day at the tate on the slides of death ! ohh my !!&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Americans , the two Amys and Welsh Ray the architect ( the next Sir Norman i assure you) and Tyson... eyyyy.. Britannia sure was a wierd one wasnt it.. but we really had some fun. Amy W.. I am forever sorry for almost killing you whilst in the wheelchair!&lt;br /&gt;Marcela rolled into town.. we picked up some random Venezuelan at a Salsa/Reggaeton night on Shaftsbury and history was made.. the one and only JHON... JHON, gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Gabo( my brother from another..i love you), Ivan (my china) ,Luis (bff! je je), the coshis (forever !) and there we were the best friends you could ever have! People came and people went home.. CAROL WHY DID YOU LEAVE US !&lt;br /&gt;Baby Mau..COLOMBIANO and those hips! wowwww! Elliott.. I love you ! je je..Juan Pa ! adorable.. Fabio.. "hgmmmmmm".. Christian .. he even started to smile.. Eric..stylish!GUSTAVO ! the greatest guy alive with an amazing heart and my marce.. Cochi numero 1.. tkm po !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088685509755803298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6kgpasFqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oFjpoSg5mZg/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-9011595357335456580?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/9011595357335456580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=9011595357335456580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9011595357335456580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/9011595357335456580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/london-friends.html' title='London Friends'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6nlpasFsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IdrKQssSpxo/s72-c/friends2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3457103288342617458</id><published>2007-07-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:25:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guadalajara Guadalajara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6hEZasFpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8H840trABas/s1600-h/charo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088681725889615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6hEZasFpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8H840trABas/s400/charo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE JALISCO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3457103288342617458?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3457103288342617458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3457103288342617458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3457103288342617458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3457103288342617458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/guadalajara-guadalajara.html' title='Guadalajara Guadalajara'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp6hEZasFpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8H840trABas/s72-c/charo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-3920663195810568286</id><published>2007-07-18T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:09:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alinnnnna!!</title><content type='html'>I was rather sad to find out today that a small "shipment" of German candy had been sent to my London address... ohhhh what i would do for Toffifee right now!! Carlos V just isnt doing it for me!!&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know my address as soon as i get to Guate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-3920663195810568286?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/3920663195810568286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=3920663195810568286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3920663195810568286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/3920663195810568286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/alinnnnna.html' title='Alinnnnna!!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6895240471916770010</id><published>2007-07-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:01:54.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osea pues..Pa Chapines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;CHAPIN CON ORGULLO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no toma: chupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no saluda: dice "que putas" o "que onda?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no enamora: cantinea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no festeja: parrandea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no conversa: platica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no critica: pela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no abusa: se columpia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no molesta: friega y chinga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no presume: chilerea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no toma drogas: se hecha los pitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no ríe hasta mas no poder: se caga de la risa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se accidenta: se va a hacer mierda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es malvado: es pura mierda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se avergüenza: se chivea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se acobarda: se ahueva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no resiste: le hace huevos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se molesta: se encabrona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se desnuda: se empelota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no hace el amor: se echa un polvito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se da un golpe: se da un morongazo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se va corriendo: sale hecho mierda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no se escapa: se pela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no sale en grupo: sale en mara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no tiene un problema: tiene un clavo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no tiene novia: tiene culito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no pide que lo lleven: pide jalón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no va de paseo: se da un colazo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no toma siestas: se echa un cuaje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no descansa: echa la hueva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no te golpea: te pijasea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es bonito: es chulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no tiene un carrazo: tiene una nave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no ve una película: ve una lica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no le gusta una canción: le llega una rola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es apuesto: es un mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es valiente: es huevudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es haragán: es huevón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es presumido: es caquero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es avaro: es codo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es inmaduro: es un ishto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es entrometido: es shute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es adinerado: es pistudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es listo: es cabrón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es diestro: es buso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es un tipo bueno: es buena nota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es un tipo tremendo: es un cabrón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no juega béisbol: juega al FÚTBOL mijito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El Guatemalteco no es cualquier cosa: es CHAPIN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its just a bit of fun !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6895240471916770010?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6895240471916770010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6895240471916770010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6895240471916770010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6895240471916770010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/osea-puespa-chapines.html' title='Osea pues..Pa Chapines!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-4456037000805534774</id><published>2007-07-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:56:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Guatemala..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUATEMALA (1954)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sentando en una roca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Testigo del crepúsculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Testigo del atardecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me doy cuenta como la luna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Atraganta al sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Entra la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La luz se esconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Las nubes como un ciego apresurado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se mueven sin destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La lluvia empieza a caer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lluvia rocía de agua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se despliega por doquier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y entran en mi alma las corrientes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Corrientes que despiertan mi nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y me hacen pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Empiezo a repasar mi vida, mi país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nacido entre los andurriales de Guatemala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terruño que me vio nacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y que nunca he vuelto a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Debajo las piedras de la tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se esconde la sangre de la historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sangre de inocentes destinados a morir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bajo los paisajes; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Donde después de 36 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Las hojas volvieron a verdear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se encuentran los cadáveres de los patojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muchachos que por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vivirán jóvenes en las memorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De los que un día los vieron partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y nunca regresar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Los gemidos de la historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se escuchan entre las tinieblas del anochecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Todo comenzó en esos días,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuando la patria intentaba dar sus propios pasos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuando los gigantes invadieron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E hicieron lo que ambicionaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuando la tierra presenció&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Las masacres contra los indígenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y contra el pueblo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La tierra se trago la sangre de los hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asesinados sin compasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Los ríos escupieron los huesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De los difuntos que fueron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sepultados en las aguas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esos son los días negros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuando la luna perdió la sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Días cuando la eterna primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se convirtió en otoño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El día en que las flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdieron su orgullo de fulgurar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuando el sol dejo de relumbrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sobre la bella patria que se convertiría en luto desconsolado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ese fue el día en que el Quetzal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El bello Quetzal orgullo de la bandera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se echo entre las montañas a esconderse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Entre los collados se perdió y nunca regreso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ese mismo día el pájaro de verde plumaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perdió la rojez del pecho,Y lloró lágrimas ensangrentadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se filtraron los años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Incontables vidas marcharon hacia la muerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muchos fueron tragados por la tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;En acto de agonía y valentía por salvar la patria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Los gigantes ambiciosos se fueron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pero el daño ya estaba hecho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dejaron a la patria sin pies y sin brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pero el corazón de los valientes todavía palpitaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y esos mismos latidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Palpitan hoy bajo la tierra y bajo las tumbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diciendo que no hay que olvidar la historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La historia negra de la patria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Herida por ambición ajena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Herida pero no destruida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aunque sin pies y sin brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Todavía quedaba el CORAZON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fueron 36 los años de muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por la ambición de los ambiciosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That poem really made me think.. (well, im always thinking about the subject at some point in the day) Beautifully sad and poetic, it really made me want to go and tell the world about the history of such a wonderful country, Guatemala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-4456037000805534774?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/4456037000805534774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=4456037000805534774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4456037000805534774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/4456037000805534774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreamning-of-guatemala.html' title='Dreaming of Guatemala..'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1556349461021357235</id><published>2007-07-17T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:12:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Quote</title><content type='html'>I saw this last night and i really liked it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;El Libro gobierna a los hombres y es el maestro del porvenir&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1556349461021357235?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1556349461021357235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1556349461021357235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1556349461021357235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1556349461021357235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-quote.html' title='New Quote'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-6796816240640210353</id><published>2007-07-17T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:06:48.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hoorayyyyy!!!!</title><content type='html'>All my worrying can finally stop.. I have confirmation that my job is going ahead and i start shortly.&lt;br /&gt;I fly to guatemala on the 26th of July !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-6796816240640210353?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/6796816240640210353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=6796816240640210353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6796816240640210353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/6796816240640210353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/hip-hip-hoorayyyyy.html' title='Hip Hip Hoorayyyyy!!!!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-1746050743094117403</id><published>2007-07-17T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:05:15.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Nacapulco?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Acapulco wasnt that bad... if not a little expensive and the heat was extreme..we did have a great time.. The girls partied at night although i stayed at the apartment watching american movies badly dubbed into SPAIN SPANISH... ewwwwwwwwwwww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I awoke at 7.30 on sunday morning to find the girls were still not home... about 5 minutes later a heard a male voice "vos" and i knew something terrible had happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vanis opened the bedroom door with a large grin and began to describe in detail the night that has come to pass, the grin... as 4 young Argentine boys sat in our salon.. "vos" explained... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before i knew it one of them was in the bed beside me as he didnt want to go to the "plaszya"..."playa" i corrected him... 7.40am... i was out of bed..on the beach... and the girls.. well... there my coshis...who knows that happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vanis and I rented a quad and drove up and down the beach for an hour or so.. we were told we could have another 30 minutes free if we kissed the rather &lt;em&gt;naco&lt;/em&gt; drunken teen whom the quad belonged to.. we declined the offer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-1746050743094117403?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/1746050743094117403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=1746050743094117403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1746050743094117403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/1746050743094117403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/nacapulco_17.html' title='¿Nacapulco?'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191579692733512066.post-7888693621335228306</id><published>2007-07-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:10:33.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can do anything you want; aslong as it makes sense!</title><content type='html'>So, my last blog doesn´t work so Im starting from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back in... Tepic !! Right where i started, Kinda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 12 hour bus ride wasn´t so comfortable this time..but the tacos supplied at 9am by a rather handsome young man who came aboard just before the border of Nayarit really made me feel GREAT! super picoso!! Also the 6 yr old boy sitting across from me that tried to impress me by beating up his "Scooby Doo" plush for atleast 8 hours was quite amusing....&lt;br /&gt;The bus was headed for Tijuana... Im glad i wasnt going that far.. 12 hours to Tepic was far more than enough for me..&lt;br /&gt;A young guy of about 16yrs  sat at the back of the bus close to me.. Id seen his emotional goodbye to his family at the Terminal Norte in DF and couldnt resist asking him where his journey was taking him. He was going to Tijuana..and then "across the border". That made me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp0zFZasFmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZhlZpZsPjlc/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088279321813718626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp0zFZasFmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZhlZpZsPjlc/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So where did it start... i left my job, bought a ticket to Los Angeles... I was going back to LAM.&lt;br /&gt;An emotional goodbye at the airport in London went to delayed flights, cancelled flights and my first encounter with a "Chicano" whilst waiting for my conection to LAX.&lt;br /&gt;After sitting beside him as he spoke on his cell phone for 10 minutes i finally understood the Chicano "EY" mock that i had never understood before..the spanglish was rather amusing. We started talking after he asked me if i was Mexican.. random question to ask a stranger i thought.. but it was funny anyways.&lt;br /&gt;After an amazing few days there in the OC with one of my best friends in the world..Mr AC , i took a morning flight to Puerto Vallarta..a 3hr flight after a near nervous breakdown at LAX after being told by a rather rude lady at Delta that i would have to pay $50 in excess for my famously overweight baggage, the problem being that i only had Mexican pesos with me and the nearest Foriegn Exchange office was a 15 minute walk away "somewhere down there".&lt;br /&gt;I lugged my bags..all 4 of them down stairs, into lifts..down corridors..and 15 minutes later (with my flight leaving in less than 45minutes) was still no closer to the exchange bureau, or knowing where it even was!&lt;br /&gt;I finally made check in..and spent the next few hours sitting next to a VERY strange american couple who lived in London. I cant stress just how strange they really were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PVR has gotten really smart, the airport was totally transformed since my last visit...the only problem i had was my luggage... i had..have ! so much luggage!!&lt;br /&gt;The bus left early which was great.. the journey was great until a guy got on by near Cruz and insisted on changed the video.. "conversations with God"... i had to laugh and think to myself.. "Im back in México".. It was gonna happen at some point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus to Tepic where a smiling Siller was waiting for me ! It was great to see him after a year!&lt;br /&gt;The time in Tepic passed so quickly! We roadtripped, went to some amazing beaches...and most importantly we ATE!! Molcajetes with amazing seafood, fresh tortillas, salsa verde.. tacos! yummmyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken at Playa Novillero, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp0wzpasFkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r1HNdxryKrg/s1600-h/playanovillero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088276817847785026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp0wzpasFkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r1HNdxryKrg/s320/playanovillero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Northern Nayarit..close to the border with Sinaloa (and yes im still dying to get up there! I was invited to go to Culican this wkend but i cant go ! me muero !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys managed to drink atleast 160 beers between the 12 of them, if not more... DESMADRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Novillero was great.... the botanero was amazing... one word "AGUA"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The waitress (whom the boys swore was a man) had apparently taken a shine to Siller on thier last visit so we got "extra special service".&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about the Botanero is that the amazing food is free..you only pay for the beer that you drink.. which is a few more pesos than the average.. with that, the waitress wasnt so impressed with my request for Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the heat of Tuxpan (and im talking 49! 50!) i came back with not 1 but 24 mosquito bites on my legs, thus ruining my hopes of being the "belle" of the ball ... Yamis Grad Party at the oh so prez Sherton Centro Historico....However, my extra week of work and the extra money it brought came in handy... on my way through fabricas i found the most amazing traje ever... it was a little pricey... but.. it covered the bites... which by the way had gone by the time of the party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp02JpasFnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/699h8w1d4OM/s1600-h/traje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088282693363046002" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp02JpasFnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/699h8w1d4OM/s320/traje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Dress !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp02dJasFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YaGpUiOXFjc/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088283028370495106" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp02dJasFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YaGpUiOXFjc/s320/makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Test Shot !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party was a great success, over 500 people turned out and everyone looked great!&lt;br /&gt;The food was amazing, the band played great music and at 4am Chillaquiles and Mariachis arrived which made the party unique and really made the night !&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades Lic.Yami Hernandez Infante!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - You cant fool me Dennis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/191579692733512066-7888693621335228306?l=amycitabonita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/feeds/7888693621335228306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=191579692733512066&amp;postID=7888693621335228306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7888693621335228306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/191579692733512066/posts/default/7888693621335228306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amycitabonita.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-can-do-anything-you-want-aslong-as.html' title='You can do anything you want; aslong as it makes sense!'/><author><name>Alice en Tenochtitland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18256416589865870063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Sb8j37r2WXI/AAAAAAAAALw/y1tPUrSAFI8/S220/polaroid1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OXgw8tOhmL0/Rp0zFZasFmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZhlZpZsPjlc/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
