<?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-9652896</id><updated>2011-10-26T16:43:47.818-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Love.'/><title type='text'>::..ashes.of.a.current.life..:::</title><subtitle type='html'>.Monique.as.she.reads.letters.from.another.room.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-8891549621510470175</id><published>2009-08-01T03:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:00:19.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Journeys end in lovers meeting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Shakespeare.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 98px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Shakespeare.jpg" alt="Shakespeare" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The days have been poured slowly... sometimes it feels that the cup is not getting full at all - maybe is just me, or maybe is just You... not being here. I miss you so much that I sit and play with my memories for extended periods of time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I hold your hand and look into your eyes, I crash in your lips and forget the rest of the world is right by my side... yet I'm not quite satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your silhouette dances freely on the other side of the frosted translucent glass. Like I went around the world and forgot my luggage at home and I cant' wait for the clocks make days bring it back to me so we can converge again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I am cold, naked and empty... come fill me, like you do - complete me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, from the very beginning of my existence I always knew I was made for walking... and it has been quite a good time since I knew that you were made to walk with me. I want  to walk with you until my time is no longer and then... we will fly together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy you are the best thing that have ever happened to me...  I love you more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-8891549621510470175?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8891549621510470175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=8891549621510470175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/8891549621510470175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/8891549621510470175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/journeys-end-in-lovers-meeting.html' title='Journeys end in lovers meeting.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-5837148222476492128</id><published>2009-06-12T20:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:28:14.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw me: I am your boomerang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The clouds overtake the red sky, they are coming from the east, they are heading to perdition. Sometimes I just wonder if we could take them down, take them down, take them somehow, if only we could. I've been dreaming about random things, I've been chasing those dreams for a while... that's why I've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...there's much left to say, much left to do. I'm fighting with the air so I can breath it, I'm not sharing it with anyone but the trees. Is going to be great, you'll see - you'll be center in the first line. A bi zillion of electric shocks stimulate my brain and I am reaching the highest point, yet not everything is completely clear. The clouds block part of my view -  if we could take them down, take them down, take them somehow. I've come far and I don't care if the world deserts me but  I am not leaving my memories at the door. I'll stick to them for a while until I meet back with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just so you know... I have got some friends that are stars, but some are just black holes. Take care and seriously I am writing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-5837148222476492128?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5837148222476492128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=5837148222476492128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/5837148222476492128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/5837148222476492128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/throw-me-i-am-your-boomerang.html' title='Throw me: I am your boomerang....'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-3605735449515942308</id><published>2008-01-27T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:52:03.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your breath until I say stop</title><content type='html'>...so is inside me man, I have a lot to say all of a sudden. My mind got tired of everything and just started to fire away randomly through my fingertips, some memories will be murdered - oh I hope not. Everything has been much boom-boom and flashy lights, quiet a good time,  good nice and smooth lately, even if my communication  got locked down for a while... I'll kill the industry. Ohh I fuck will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky and charms are all over now, everything is going good. My chessboard is a huge print and I'm so high that my perception is ginormous, or something like that. Narcosis is making me loose my mind and now days I'm switching poles like crazy. Anyways stop talking about me, the other night this big mass of steel compressed into a bus crashed into four kids that had no fucking clue of what was going on. In a moment, we were all dancing to the sound of sirens and  tired voices, the flash lights, the reds, the blues... and it was a fucking mess. They even weren't old enough to forget their dignity on a cabaret with a lime daiquiri... and now they are caught  - dead? ...in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out, but at the same moment the scope framed by the board I'm living in it's getting wider, I don't like paper or canvas anymore. I'm stealing the walls and the skies... the world it's going to be my workspace, my life it's going to be art. Feels like Picas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-3605735449515942308?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3605735449515942308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=3605735449515942308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/3605735449515942308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/3605735449515942308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/hold-your-breath-until-i-say-stop.html' title='Hold your breath until I say stop'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-7511480918885389873</id><published>2008-01-02T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:56:26.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matches or machetes... both kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hold my hand" she said, and left for what it seemed to be eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look around and and get hit by the smell of just opened boxes. Last night was much of lights and loud music on parade and the city got drowned in liquid dreams. Every street leaded to the same place... perdition. We might be doomed by now. Imagine Greece with a modernist twist, Gomorrah or Sodom draining through our hands and leaving taste of chaos on our fingertips - for us to lick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Narcosis brings people to take excitement way over the hills and far away these days. I saw two girls almost killing each other over a 5 minutes use of a bathroom. Then again I was once told that I'm very good at noticing situations no one ever notices. I feel myself like magic. Actually, I think that people can't go around me with fake intention it's like I've been able to smell it since I was a kid. I always know. It happens to me that I start reading people's skin, the way the move, the way they chill, the sound and the essence of... oh man, I'm going into one of those monologues about senseless subjects, and how they make sense. I'll shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ohio... some people just don't know what to do with their lives, why would you want to live surrounded by a bizillion acres of corn... unless you are actually Jewish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy new year.... Catch you when I'm in the rye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-7511480918885389873?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7511480918885389873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=7511480918885389873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/7511480918885389873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/7511480918885389873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/matches-or-machetes-both-kill.html' title='Matches or machetes... both kill'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-4046964829551968533</id><published>2007-12-03T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:53:23.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Square shaped images</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't remember how it was in the good old days where I had no job, but this day off was kind of odd. Someone's been pulling the circle, so it got more numbers... long day, long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good thing, I saw two movies, both of them spiced up with some tasty Sci-Fi drops. For me, in a really personal closure here, "Next" is just awesome.  Maybe because I love Nicholas Cage or just because. The final twist was awesome, gave me that feeling that I love when things don't turn up the way they always do for Hollywood, even if it did anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Children of Men" is rather good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really like the way gray takes over the screen as soon as the movie starts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;leaving the tongue with that sour flavored taste... good movie indeed. Theo reminds me of Winston, regular guy forced to take action on a extraordinary situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This afternoon I found myself caged in this senseless conversation with three other guys at the gym, apparently some people just don't realize how dangerous it is to have a tank full of propane in the back of your car. I mean, look it this way... you might explode  like... now.  And what's the deal with buying a car you can not pay proper maintenance to it - fuck that! ...So yeah, picture me sweaty, pissed and monologuing  about  how we should, as human beens, have some kind of common sense... they didn't get it. Society it's wicked stupid now days. What leads to my next topic... "Ratatouille", have you seen this movie about a chef rat; no wonder why it's a rat movie... fucking cheesy. As long as they keep making movies as dumb as this one... society will be the same as it is now - No world for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a nice gentleman named Jade, he plays guitar in this band name AFI. He was chatting with Yeo the other night and told him about his new album with his new band, Blaqk Audio. So, cosmically Davey Havoc sent me an email and was blahing something about I should listen to it... I did - Good album, it's been on my car's player since Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Christmas it's coming and... this is way to long already, I'll eat this cupcake and drink some Coke.&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/9652896-4046964829551968533?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4046964829551968533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=4046964829551968533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/4046964829551968533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/4046964829551968533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-theres-cold-wind-blowing-this.html' title='Square shaped images'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-2407501392708829956</id><published>2007-11-27T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:14:04.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, tonight... yet hold me tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Draw my life on a Cartesian coordinate system, past weeks were some what of a Sin/CoSin function, where high and low peeks were nonsenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried hope with me and right at the edge, I let it jump; just like cheap-ass rock bands in year 2000 - Good I've never needed hope at all.  Jenny was trying to make me realize something... I don't even care what was it (she might get mad... but she won't).  Sometimes people just don't understand how much of your time they are wasting, and it's selfish... and I'm not even starting on gas combustion and killing the Ozone (I might get mad... again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's forget all the loony moody and that bunny... I got lucky, the wind that blew away those not -meant-to-be words, carried within itself some fresh noises shaped in the form of  pleasant melodies to tragedy scenes. Cosmically, today I read that Hollywood endings were somewhat of not anymore, I guess Yahoo news was wrong or maybe I'm doomed in the wrong rabbit-hole - Silly rabbit, this kid has some trix!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved that I didn't get in the mid' of one of my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you God&lt;/span&gt;" monologues right now, cause it might have sent me to into some churchy hysteria, that would most certainly make you fall asleep on the rhetoric. I was however some kind of lost into flashes of time-going as-fast-as-superheroes when the clock struck 12:40. Now it's late and I should go to bed... don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that and for last, this time... not the last time tho, I'm looking for some flashy catchy clothes and some new shoes. I've been also trying to get some gymmy job done, I think it's working and since I don't have hope... I wish you are all fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Mon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-2407501392708829956?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2407501392708829956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=2407501392708829956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/2407501392708829956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/2407501392708829956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/draw-my-life-on-cartesian-coordinate.html' title='Goodbye, tonight... yet hold me tight'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-2829963371637467571</id><published>2007-10-28T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:10:32.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take some time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was a lot of wasting time during the day. Senseless, I drove for hours and got nowhere. The masks where all around, non of the like, I wasn't mean to wear a disguise. The cold water drew a silver night and sucked the stars from the sky; good that I saved mine. We had good talky time, and then we consumed ourselves in drinks, driving to cuddling... in our minds. I've actually noticed that it's getting hard to say goodbye, even if the "bye" it's proper and good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Friday I went to the movie theater, Saw IV was some kind  of good. Little messy and gooey, but then again if you are lost dark and cold, you hold tight and wait for things to come. Remembering that the space between your fingers was made for for someone else to place their fingers and your ribs were made to hold arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-2829963371637467571?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2829963371637467571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=2829963371637467571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/2829963371637467571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/2829963371637467571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-some-time.html' title='Take some time'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-1229365425912179484</id><published>2007-10-13T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:10:57.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The water fills my lungs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The time has passed so fast days seem not to be 24-houred anymore. Mysteriously the last time I posted was yesterday, then not. Fast forward ate this tape and I feel like I've got the wrong rabbit whole, I need to get back on track or something. Other than that gray is taking over the tropical blue, it's been for a long while now. Water drops are crashing the earth as we speak, it makes me sick. I love a good gray sky but I hate when it rains constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I need to see a new movie, quickly, it's been a good while since I got lost staring at that huge window.I haven't been reading either. I've been drawing tho. ...Take it easy with complaining.&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/9652896-1229365425912179484?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1229365425912179484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=1229365425912179484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/1229365425912179484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/1229365425912179484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/water-fills-my-lungs.html' title='The water fills my lungs'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-116701731614941613</id><published>2006-12-24T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:32:54.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano... piano... and more piano in the back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clock bleeds time so quickly that we are lost in the now in a second. There are a lot of things to say, even tho some of them are so screaming out of my flesh that you might know them already. Like I should have finished that story that day, it had "bestseller" written right on top of it- Shakespeare would've been jealous.  I've actually been meaning to point something out for a while now but it keeps slipping my mind. Just in case someone has mislead you to believe otherwise, I'm experimenting some jumping-shaking-dancing inside my very chest... I think is happiness - I'm pretty sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just so you know, I never decided to let this piece fall apart to extinction,  it just happened, I guess. Once you get so used to the usual you don't want to inhale the very same air u exhale - do you? ...And once the play goes so exciting and awesome that feels like a lie, you are not free enough to go and scream about it - You just enjoy it. Whatever, yesterday was just too amazing for me not to run and play the old nextdoor lady roll. Cris, Daniel and Sharon are here, and we all managed to get along yesterday night at this random liquor store. What ended up in the 70% of us drunk. It's 11.11 now, I should make a wish...&lt;br /&gt;OK, back on what I was saying, this kids were totally wasted and being so dumb. Paul was speaking Japanese to everybody, it was hilarious. We looked like a bouncing round town circus, full of clowns, smiles and crazy kids. It's in what I am into now... or not into, but I'm kind of amazed with Panic! at the Disco's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more often... or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss... kiss... kiss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-116701731614941613?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116701731614941613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=116701731614941613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/116701731614941613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/116701731614941613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/piano-piano-and-more-piano-in-back.html' title='Piano... piano... and more piano in the back'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114653907701746451</id><published>2006-05-01T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:44:35.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You still think that I get one more time around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and this country is more than hypocresies, cheap ass businessman and loud crappy music. This weekend I went up to a camp. The weather was pictured grey while I discovered as many beautiful scenaries as some could never imagine. I left the city last saturday, Paul and his friends were there. After three hours late, we finally got to the highway and it took us 45 minutes to get to Raul's village. That was pretty much it for that day. Sunday morning rain was coming, but it didn't hold us back. Two jeeps and we were up to the mountains - did someone said rally?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constanza is up too high and carries with it the mere escence of its level - It's simply beautiful. I loved the weather there and the sweet colors. Like trying to hold an ilusion I stood for seconds staring at a message, then I walked away from it. The going down was really easy and fast, but the trip isn't done yet. How can u go to Jarabcoa and Constanza if u didn't go to "El Salto de Jimenoa". Abel could kick ur ass really sweet - Giv'em hell kid. Can you say "awesome place"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now. Love u tons... kiss kiss bang bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-114653907701746451?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114653907701746451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114653907701746451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114653907701746451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114653907701746451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-still-think-that-i-get-one-more.html' title='You still think that I get one more time around'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114581553918414179</id><published>2006-04-23T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:17:58.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything still moves in slow motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lose one's hard-on Mon... come on in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the randomest night I've had in a while. They play some good music at Steak House, Metallica and Iron Maiden were alright for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Nicolas birthday so I attended to the gathering. Lala was kind of odd, since I didn't go to her birthday party the night before. School was cracking me up that day, so I couldn't - ain't hard to understand, I guess. The parking lots were packed, so amazing how many cars can fit in one place. We hung out for few hours, while alcohol glasses and cigarettes boxes were driven to emptyness. We weren't crazy at all tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A celphone rings, a call... a smiley mouth flipped down and she walked the path right out of the place. She was gone for long minutes, so we just stayed a while more. Then this guy turned at me and stared - I realized - for a second... I felt like we had been friends forever, since I read his mind so easily. We went outside to look for *whatshername* - Couldn't find her. Few more tics... and the tacs brought her back, I'm not into scenes and drama so won't talk about it. - I guess this is not a best seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, some could at least wait till today for the gossip - Whatever. To keep on this odd nite, we just hung out at *whatstheplace*. Had some whiskey rolling down the throats, as the vibes passed through ears causing some movements into bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about random things, vanity could drive some to waste some good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop speaking of unfamiliar ground...how about I type something that actually might have some relevance to some of ur interests? Let me try... I'm leaving again for the summer, like in a couple of weeks. I'm anxious, but yet I'm not really amazed. I've found something I'd like to keep and I wish I do. Feel like living a shadow of the real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to airfilledupthings...&lt;br /&gt;I saw Marieli helping herself with some whiskey, which is, for me, as weird as Jayme not drinking CocaCola for the night. Then again, as I assumed she was kind of drunk already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see "V, for Vendetta", Davey Havok told me it was a really nice movie. I saw the trailers and I liked it. it kind of reminded me that Orwell's novel... "1984".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulligan and MainArtery are playing next week, rockandroll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! Hey!! if it was up to me (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u tons Mon... byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-114581553918414179?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114581553918414179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114581553918414179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114581553918414179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114581553918414179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/everything-still-moves-in-slow-motion.html' title='Everything still moves in slow motion'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114441367873477648</id><published>2006-04-07T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:41:18.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is not enough</title><content type='html'>Hello Mon, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... uhmm don't feel like writting . Bye. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-114441367873477648?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114441367873477648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114441367873477648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114441367873477648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114441367873477648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-is-not-enough.html' title='The world is not enough'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114279070122569452</id><published>2006-03-19T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:51:41.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Views of the daily living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon, after a few weeks holding up nothing to say, I've found myself on duty to come and talk to u... at least some sentences. I'm doing kind of alright lately. A lot from school, but I'm used to it, so I'm working with it. I've been doing excersises, like working out and stuff, back to the old habits. It's getting cool, I feel myself better. I missed it I guess, but now is all good, I'm on it again. The other day I was round here, reading the old posts. That was kinda cool, remembering all that stuff that's written there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I'll try to write more often, I'll try not to fall asleep :). Love u Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belv-Day!&lt;/span&gt;&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/9652896-114279070122569452?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114279070122569452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114279070122569452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114279070122569452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114279070122569452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/views-of-daily-living.html' title='Views of the daily living'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114218648470742243</id><published>2006-03-12T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:01:24.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't articulate</title><content type='html'>Hola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablamos luego...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-114218648470742243?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114218648470742243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114218648470742243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114218648470742243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114218648470742243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-articulate.html' title='Can&apos;t articulate'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-114099755087467425</id><published>2006-02-26T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:45:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doe, rae, me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey wassup Mon; I can't believe it's been more than two weeks since I posted something, I've had things to say tho, I just never had time or inspiration? The city's been just the same, nothing to do on the weekends but to getting wasted with the guys. I love it tho, or not love it but like it. School is kinda driving me crazy but I keep my hopes high and pretend it's almost over. There've been some things going out dudette, u know, some kids just don't get straight on what they want an then they come out screwing things up. - DIE BITCH DIE - lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the TKR show with Lulah, long time no see her till yesterday. I remembered how awesome she can be. I could say some things but let's just keep it between me and u... u know...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So whaeva, the show was really good. I wanna do something tonite, don't feel like getting stuck in here and tomorrow is independence day, which means I have no classes... now this conversation is going flat. I'm all set... love u much Mon. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps..&lt;br /&gt;'nem: Don't worry 'bout that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DETOX&lt;/span&gt;" album... it's coming out.&lt;br /&gt;NikO: Fuck yeah!&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/9652896-114099755087467425?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114099755087467425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=114099755087467425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114099755087467425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/114099755087467425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/doe-rae-me.html' title='doe, rae, me...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113993780710905792</id><published>2006-02-14T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:23:27.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Having nothing to say and saying it neeways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Mon, today is Valentine's day - blah-blah-blah. I tried to post something in the past weekend but I just didn't cuz of my mood. Everything is going quite well down here, I don't know what to say everytime I come around. So I just sit here and read my blog all over :P. I got Lauren on my MSN Messenger list, so I talk to her a lot now, it's weird... I miss her - LaaaAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I just started posting and I wrote that paragraph out of any specific main theme, lol. I think I'm going retarded. Well maybe is because I'm fucking hungry, cuz I haven't eat in the whole day and I'm homealone, I don't know why! Whatever my mom should be coming some time NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113993780710905792?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113993780710905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113993780710905792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113993780710905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113993780710905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/having-nothing-to-say-and-saying-it.html' title='Having nothing to say and saying it neeways'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113908542321330461</id><published>2006-02-04T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:46:06.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Holocaust, take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Mon, how did u do this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy dealing with the DBS affairs.  I got to skip classes tho.  The guys were here on wenesday and  I was pleased that they remembered me from Boston :).  We had a blast that night, I can tell. Lot of booze and crazy kidz around. On thursday the had this signing at Musicalia trying to manage the kids was a pain in the ass, but it was worth when we saw that everybody was pleased. That same nite we hung out at Daniel's for a bit and then everybody went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the show, so I was at the Olimpico the whole day with Danny setting things up while Paul and the guys were setting other things up. After some good work we got thinggies ready for the nite. The show was pretty hilarious, but I won't talk about it, cuz if u missed it then u don't deserve to know about it :* bye babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;[Scenary: La Zona]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Crackhead girl: dame un peso jesucrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tyler:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Chris: el no habla espaniol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Crackhead girl: gimi uan peso for mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tyler: no comprende ingles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps...&lt;br /&gt;Efrem called me Socrats, lol. - funny.&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/9652896-113908542321330461?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113908542321330461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113908542321330461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113908542321330461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113908542321330461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/indie-holocaust-take-1.html' title='Indie Holocaust, take 1'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113833321589230118</id><published>2006-01-26T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:40:15.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divide me from myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, stop scratching the thoughts, let me get my ideas in order as an improvement. The past few days have been quite calm down, nothing much different than everyday - just that I'm expressing myself less. It's being hard for me to write and it's not that I can't is just that I feel like isn't worth enough. I push the pedal to the floor and my seat is getting weak as the seatbelt tighten and holds me from collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got this shock I couldn't behave and this morning I reacted just the same, I'm falling appart for the now. I can't keep the pieces together; sometimes I just shiver and shake thinking that maybe I'm not enough to stand myself... then I crash reality and remember how great I am - This time I'm waiting for the crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to u later Mon... =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113833321589230118?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113833321589230118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113833321589230118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113833321589230118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113833321589230118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/divide-me-from-myself.html' title='Divide me from myself.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113795137351792475</id><published>2006-01-22T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:30:06.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey whatsup Mon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since the last time I posted something. I haven't been that busy but I've been tired. School already started past Monday and I'm handling nine subjects - I'll be all set! I also went back to the habit, so I'm working out daily every morning. You can prolly figure out that by midnight I'm exhausted and I drive myself to bed :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been kinda saddy, or at least the start was. Joss went to NY, he's moving up there, I'm gon' miss mah nigga Joss. Friday was at his place, had some booze, some fun like the old days - You know how we do :: LOL! - Yesterday I went to the movies with some friends - a date I won't name. And after the movies we went to Don Nacho, it was a good time spent. That's how much my life has gone the past few days, as soon as life gets interesting I'll write daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;!!!Death By Stereo is coming to town!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113795137351792475?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113795137351792475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113795137351792475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113795137351792475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113795137351792475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-u-listening.html' title='Are u listening?'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113737042207198158</id><published>2006-01-15T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:27:22.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pretend for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon, it's been kindda long. This week I am packed with stuff to do from school and I haven't even started. Registration drives me nuts. After a lot of nonsensed dunnoing, I got 9 subjects in, which means that I don't know what I'll do with my life this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulligan played last nite, it was a great show. I loved it. Uhmm there are plenty of things to say, but I'm not in the mood. 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Friday's show was really amazing, Alex was awesome as always. I think he has improved his vocal skills, which is good. Gonzalez, well I hadn't seen them without Bordas, but I think they're more Rock&amp;amp;Roll; the new drummer is Luimi and he fits just perfect. Last band was Spam, holly-shit, I hadn't see them before or even listened to them, but I love it. Is like kinda indy rock with David doing some noises. David was quiet calm on that show, surprisingly. I guess that it was because of the incident with his last guitar - I dunno I wasn't here - Whaeva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just hung out with the guys and Nicholas - He's this Hochy's friend for somewhere up Europe. Blah, I'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113674205225581152?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113674205225581152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113674205225581152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113674205225581152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113674205225581152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/ink-drops-into-my-cup.html' title='Ink drops into my cup'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113657105643474915</id><published>2006-01-06T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:10:56.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the back of someone else's car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well ok, I think it's about time for me to post something. Like I've been trying to do it, but somehow something's missing or I'm just not in the mood. It's 2006 already and I feel like this year I'm going to take over the world. I'm holding a elevated hype down here and I'm pretending to keep it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 31st, I had dinner at home with my family, something really nice and stuff. After midnight I went to Andy's, we had a blast down there - or shall I say up there? - tons of alcohol - yeah by the way, Jhonnie is my new bestfriend. I was so wasted I couldn't drive back home till I had some food and stabilized my organism. After that we just rolled down to the Malecon to see the sunrise - we got late, but drunk. I hung up a bit with Jamps and Edgar, some fun comments and after that we split. I saw my brother and guys from around here and they told they were going to Ivan's house on the beach. So I just got my baggieshorts and got there. I booggied like for 2 hours straight - unbelievable - and then had some food. I crash home something near 5.30, I took a shower and had some more food. I was ready to keep on going but everybody was sleeping so I just did the same and woke up something near 10.00. Right after that I just did what I've been doing latelly, talking to Jenny till 4.00 AM - lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Aida's Bday, we went to her place - Lala, Jayme, Marua, Jorge and I, there were also another people, friendz of her - and had a fun time, good food. That was Lala's last day around till next wednesday, she went to Canada for a week and something - NikO misses Lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday I went to the movies with Michelle, we saw HarryPotter. I love it, it was a great movie. Michelle and I just have a good time at the theater, going to the movies witha  friend - Not much else to say, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got notice that Alice is here, so I just hung out with her and some of the guys from Maine. After that I went up to the Hill, because it was Andy's last night around :(. We werre there at Jimmy's just chatting and stuff, it was nice... I'm gon miss Andy tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been into old school rockandroll, guess is good, dunno. Back to the roots. Love cha Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113657105643474915?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113657105643474915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113657105643474915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113657105643474915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113657105643474915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-back-of-someone-elses-car.html' title='In the back of someone else&apos;s car'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113604856830923400</id><published>2005-12-31T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:02:48.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, hi Mon. Yesterday I went out with the guys, I spent the whole nite dunnoing about Mmichelle and stuff. So the guys and I went to Drink and we got a GoldLabel - freaking crap's tha shitnizz. We just hunng there and got trashed, and after that we ate some DonNachos - Pimpin fresh! - lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonite is NewYear's eve so we fucking making a mess. We got plenty of booze and we brringing it on tonite. Is christmas biatch! let's get wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113604856830923400?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113604856830923400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113604856830923400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113604856830923400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113604856830923400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/keep-walking.html' title='Keep walking!'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113596963659291784</id><published>2005-12-30T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:56:43.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 albums of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, u know I kinda hate to talk about things I listen to and stuff like that, but I'm too bored for just dunno around. So, I've decided to make a top 10 of the albums that came out this year. I don't care if u don't like'em, here I go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Coheed&amp;Cambria" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Coheed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coheed&amp;amp;Cambria - Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From fear through the eyes of madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Propagandhi" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Propagandhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Propagandhi - Potemkin City Limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Opeth" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Opeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Opeth - Ghost Reveries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Coldplay" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Coldplay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Coldplay - X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Dredg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Dredg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dredg - Catch without arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Thrice" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Vehissu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrice - Vheissu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Children of Bodom" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Children.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Children of Bodom - Are You dead yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Death Cab for Cutie" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/plans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Death Cab for Cutie - Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Trivium" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Trivium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Trivium - Ascendacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Fiona Apple" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Fiona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other albums I think are really good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Every Time I Die - Gutter Phenomon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Megadeth - Greatest Hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Pericles - Fuck your etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Veda - The Weight of an Empty Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Foo Fighters - In your honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not into giving a review about them albums, so if u'd like to listen to them and grow an opinion about it, u can click right here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdnow.com"&gt;http://www.cdnow.com&lt;/a&gt; and buy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or in case u're a cheap-ass music fan, u can download'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113596963659291784?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113596963659291784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113596963659291784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113596963659291784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113596963659291784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-10-albums-of-year.html' title='Top 10 albums of the year'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113591516459573867</id><published>2005-12-29T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:59:24.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not happy to say that I'm the bullet that hits your back</title><content type='html'>This week has been filled with bounches of up and unders, things are just happening and it's not like I foreseen them. I don't even know how's everything dealing with the daily happening and I'm stucked behind slowed timer clocks. I went to "Parkeo" on monday for Alejandro's bday, and it was kinda fun, then the guys and I went to Andy's to have some booze and play dominoes - Michelle came with us too. Tuesday, I went to "Casa de teatro" and it was kindda weird night, so let's say I just went out with my friends and ended up with Michelle and her friendz. Yesterday I went with Jayme, Aida and Lala to eat some empanadas... and... well - I don't know. After the empanadas we went to this place where JuanJavier has a fireworks store and we... well.. uhmm.. - I don't know. Today I wanted to get wasted so bad... BLAH! I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113591516459573867?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113591516459573867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113591516459573867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113591516459573867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113591516459573867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-not-happy-to-say-that-im-bullet.html' title='I&apos;m not happy to say that I&apos;m the bullet that hits your back'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113561441038237276</id><published>2005-12-26T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:31:31.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a book of matches, I got a tank of kerosene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh weeeeeh, haha finally I'm able to write since last thursday. I've been trashed since friday. Yesterday was christmas and we just partyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, friday Chris played at "el Cuarto", we went there had some fun and then we went to the station. Some Metal, some pizza, some croissants and tons of hate. Some things I shall not mention here so I don't start WW-III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, that was Christmas eve, I had dinner here at home and then I just hung up here with the kids. A lot of alcohol and shit, dominoes with some music. Dinner was freaking great mom overacted. I got two Dewars as gift, so u prolly find out that I ended up trashed that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I woke up because we were going to the beach, but they cancelled. So Lui and I went to Andy's and just drank and played dominoes. Pretty crazy thinggy I spent the whole day drunk - what's a plus. I met Jane for the first time in a long time, it was good to see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's Alejandro's Bday, so we're going to Parkeo or something like that. It's Xmass bitches - Let's get WASTED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy bday Alej.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Bday Lea :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice flight Sharon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113561441038237276?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113561441038237276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113561441038237276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113561441038237276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113561441038237276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-book-of-matches-i-got-tank-of.html' title='I got a book of matches, I got a tank of kerosene'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113530075311140181</id><published>2005-12-22T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:29:41.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is very fucking confused!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Mon, I came around yesterday but I was too drunk to type something. I finally got the new screen, is black, flat and lovable :P. After doing nothing the whole day I went up to CinemaCafe with Michelle and some of her friends. After that we went to this place - Wherever - but we only spent what, 10 minutes? - blah! ...We jumpped into the car and went up to this party up a 4th floor - Chill-out. We had a blast, even tho w didn't do much but talk and get along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I woke up with this crazy headache and I did what was prolly the first step of something to come. I think I'll just stay here tonite. I'm off till later. Love U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congrats for ur wedding Caro.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113530075311140181?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113530075311140181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113530075311140181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113530075311140181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113530075311140181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-name-is-very-fucking-confused.html' title='My name is very fucking confused!!!'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113513199289879957</id><published>2005-12-20T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:26:32.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was spinning free - wooOH Oh Oh Ow Oh!</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!... even tho I meant to post something yesterday, I was too into this book I'm reading; "Memoirs of a Geisha", it's about one of the most famous geishas from the past century and all she had to face to become the great geisha she is/was. It's an amazing book. So, whaeva, yesterday I stayed here and read a lot... ohh yeah I also played a lot of guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I woke up really early because Jayme was coming down, we were going to get a new screen for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;computer, but he never showed up. I just played, read and dunnoed this morning. In the afternoon I made myself up and went to get that haircut and I finally got it. It's different, regular style, I like it tho, maybe because I was sick of having a lot of hair already. I wish I could get some pictures up but Georges still has my camera... since.. I don't remember when. After that I went to rent some movies with Yeo. We got some already seen ones, but it's aitte, they're good movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yaser and his jazz band are playing tomorrow at CinemaCafe, so I might see them. See ya later... kiss kiss bang bang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113513199289879957?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113513199289879957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113513199289879957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113513199289879957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113513199289879957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-spinning-free-woooh-oh-oh-ow-oh.html' title='I was spinning free - wooOH Oh Oh Ow Oh!'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113497012528633609</id><published>2005-12-19T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:28:45.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck is "ashes" anyways?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeeeeeah, remember I told u I thought I was going to see Tonny and Leo, well... I didn't. I went out with Paul and Chris instead... I got some booze and whaeva, didn't get food or wasted, but it was aitte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inevitable waves of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113497012528633609?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113497012528633609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113497012528633609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113497012528633609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113497012528633609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-fuck-is-ashes-anyways.html' title='What the fuck is &quot;ashes&quot; anyways?'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113492753710111592</id><published>2005-12-18T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:50:00.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing barefoot in heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh well, I was looking around to see if I could get a picture from the show. I couldn't. Anyways here comes a small review about it, The opening act was PavelNuñez, I don't like him at all and I think it was crappy, but I have to agree that he was in with the crowd. He played something more than six songs and whaeva. After like half hour of setting up, JuanLuis came up with the first song "Soldado". He made up a good show with some invited artists, Diego Torres came up and sang "Te regalo una rosa" with him, and after that song was done he sang this song of his "Color esperanza" I think's the name of it. The show was really good, it was awesome in fact, the only thing is that the sound was kinda low, but that's aiitte. I was freaking drunk the whole show, at first I even couldn't walk straight, but was fun. I went with Michelle and some of her friends, that are now my friendz too; Dilia, Raiza, Josedelio, Clarisa, Carolina, Allan, Isaias... and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The magic moments, the rain, the excitement, the eyes, the smiles, the hugs, the hands, the holding they were playing... and there I was, dancing barefoot ot heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm going to see Tonny and Leo @CinemaCafe tonite. They're playing some blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113492753710111592?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113492753710111592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113492753710111592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113492753710111592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113492753710111592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/dancing-barefoot-in-heaven.html' title='Dancing barefoot in heaven.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113484261993666702</id><published>2005-12-17T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:03:41.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puercos bad, NikOs good :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was sort of akward; it was JoseOcal's Birthday so Chung went to "Las Colinas". Sort of a familiar gathering there, but it was nice. After few hours of beer, food, dominoes and fun we went to this house - Weird house - where it was a PunkShow. The entrance was $400, but we just slided in. Pericles was playing and it was hilarious, Chris is as crazy as always and Mario is back too. I bet this christmass gonna be ill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JuanLuisGuerra is performing today, I'm on to see him. You know how much I love to see a good show. I think I'm going with Michelle, eventho the place will be packed with friends of mine. I deffinitly think is gonna rock. My mom and dad were going and they just quitted, dunno why, anyways I'm sure I'll have fun for both of'em. I'll come back tonite with a review for u ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did u noticed the new decoration of this place, I spent like an hour getting a sweet photo and making the arrangements for it to be alright with the page. I hope u like it as much as I do :). Kiss Kiss Bang Bang!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me quickly♥!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113484261993666702?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113484261993666702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113484261993666702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113484261993666702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113484261993666702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/puercos-bad-nikos-good.html' title='Puercos bad, NikOs good :-)'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113475350203087822</id><published>2005-12-16T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:18:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensamble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got home, this is something really strange look: I decided that I'd cut my hair, so I went to the barber shop, when I got there I found out that the guy that cuts my hair, got shot last monday and he's hospitalized. That gotta be something, a signal or whatever. So I won't have a haircut anysoon... I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did great on the final I had last tuesday, after that I was with Michelle and her friend Pavel, we went to see Carlos Sanchez, he's pretty funny. Michelle's mom and auntie were there, that was even funnier. We had some beers, some cigarettes and a pretty chill out nite. The day after we went to CinemaCafe, Ania Paz was playing some jazz - or she was supposed to play, Yaser and some guys played instead - I got some comments from Pavel, about somethin... I just don't wanna look too excited. Yesterday I sat on my ass the whole day, just playing some guitar. Tonite, tonite, tonite... Chris is home, but I don't know what we doing. Let's get wasted!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113475350203087822?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113475350203087822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113475350203087822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113475350203087822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113475350203087822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sont-des-mots-qui-vont-tres-bien.html' title='sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensamble...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113434836853296941</id><published>2005-12-11T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:46:08.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two hundred miles per hour ::: On the highway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, first things first, Incubus is fucking awesome. They rushed upstage and they freaking did it. They started the show with "Pistola" and Brandon was playing his voice showing off, Dj. Kilmore is so important on that band I just realized, Mike, Jose, freaking awesome, every layer of the picture called perfection. I loved the show. It was an awesome trip, we had tons and tons of fun. Ultra-Funk :P. Marja is a supaduppacrazygirl and Erika is fun. Jp, hehehe I won't say mo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came back on sunday and - &gt;&gt;BAMB&lt;&lt; - I crashed into reality, I had finals, essays and projects over my head. I don't know how I did it, but I only slept like 15 hours in the whole week. I think I have a full house this semester, except for statistics, that I'm sure on the top five grades from that class. Finally school is over, or will be over next tuesday, I only have on more exam. Almost there buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhh... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met this girl few months ago, but I got to knew her like 3 weeks ago. I'm falling in love, I'm falling in love, I'm falling in love. Nothing much more to say, but the usual. Life's being good and easygoing. I talk to u later, love u a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paola fucking rulz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113434836853296941?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113434836853296941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113434836853296941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113434836853296941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113434836853296941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-hundred-miles-per-hour-on-highway.html' title='two hundred miles per hour ::: On the highway.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113323196653223231</id><published>2005-11-28T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:39:26.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soloing for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the craziest weekend I've ever had dealing with school. Here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon, how's everything going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot the last time we talked, I don't even remember, it's been a while. I'll start by saying that this weekend was horrible. I only slept 11 hours because of school. I had to do like a thousand of things for today. First it was this Electric project - thanx Logan. Then Studying IO and Mechanics and I don't even want to think about it. I'm going to PR tomorrow, remember that show I told u about, the Incubus one, it's this friday. I can't wait any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this something running inside me... I... nevermind, I don't feel like wasting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know u're probably disturbed about that note over the fridge, it was just a second of incoherence and angryness. It has nothing to do with u, but with someone else. People should learn not to play with the Devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iloveu Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113323196653223231?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113323196653223231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113323196653223231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113323196653223231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113323196653223231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/soloing-for-while.html' title='Soloing for a while'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113255240916008869</id><published>2005-11-21T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:40:27.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I brought my heart out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 681px" height="759" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/note.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113255240916008869?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113255240916008869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113255240916008869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113255240916008869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113255240916008869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-brought-my-heart-out.html' title='I brought my heart out'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113233207818929450</id><published>2005-11-18T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:41:18.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight up and independent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while - again - I had midterms. My week can be reduced to just one word "study". I don't have classes today, so today should be fun :). I have rehearsal at 8.00. After that I probably just come home and sleep. Or I might hunt Lulah for her birthday. That's something for now.. see ya lataz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happy bday Lulah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happy bday Yiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kathy... Je t'aime:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113233207818929450?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113233207818929450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113233207818929450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113233207818929450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113233207818929450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/straight-up-and-independent.html' title='Straight up and independent...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113186718998527268</id><published>2005-11-13T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:40:14.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For us in general</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The words spin in trying to make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as my sentences float in the air and I collapse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fist shows to the wall a reaction of discontent, impotence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what u've been told; but my mouth hummed what my heart growled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like an oldfashion song, glorified and forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our neverending story - not even a one hit wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this criminal thoughts headding my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a knife to the throat, to the throat of a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creepy, as black covered my mind and red inked my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's all over the place like a snake in the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I wish u understand that I went crazy while waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this furious beast couldn't be handled inside of me.&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/9652896-113186718998527268?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113186718998527268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113186718998527268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113186718998527268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113186718998527268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-us-in-general.html' title='For us in general'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113159975274894108</id><published>2005-11-10T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:19:02.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We walk on a Luxembourg's street, on the XVI century</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past few days have turned into frustration. I spent a lot of time studying for my Statistics exam and then I did so bad, it was freaking hard. I think I'm wearing out already, I feel like the world could crumble into pieces all over me and I'll just stand there and watch barely exhaling. I have a final on friday and I hope I do good - BLAH bye! the only thing I can think of is school and it's not good at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's is dunnoing around me, it's driving me crazy. I wish I could dig minds, like literally dig them, so I could know what she's really thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to backstab one of my heros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113159975274894108?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113159975274894108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113159975274894108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113159975274894108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113159975274894108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-walk-on-luxembourgs-street-on-xvi.html' title='We walk on a Luxembourg&apos;s street, on the XVI century'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113133290885370815</id><published>2005-11-06T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:26:14.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull the trigger... another bullet won't kill an already dead man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the days when we used to talk like everyday. I used to tell u every single fact about my day and it was kinda fun. Now everything is so the same that I just let days go by and then I post something, just cause I don't feel like "copy/paste"-ing the previous day post. This week was... I don't even remember how it went. Polin's bday was this week, November 2nd; we had some Sushi and had a good time tho. Friday we just had a blast with Jimmy's car - yeah right! - between the facts and Jv's coments, I could say that it was an akward-frustrating feeling; but a sweet atventure that fulfilled our weekend - WTF?!!. Yesterday night, we saw "TeamAmerica" at Lui's, that movie is freaking hilarious. No doubt in why Chris Hanna said that movie was the shitnizz. After that we went to... ahhh nevermind don't feel like recalling the memories about that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm down with this for tonite... L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ove u a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss u... I need u... I... You... Me... Us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113133290885370815?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113133290885370815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113133290885370815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113133290885370815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113133290885370815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/pull-trigger-another-bullet-wont-kill.html' title='Pull the trigger... another bullet won&apos;t kill an already dead man'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113081770001296943</id><published>2005-10-31T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:01:40.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm burning this battle station.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon, here I am and no, I'm not complaining tonite - Not that I don't have to, but I don't want to annoy u with that. This weekend was sort of nice. Even tho I went to that thinggy at Exin's on friday; yeah, it was a gathering or something, I went with Lala we had some fun. On saturday I go my Thrice's and Propagandhi's albums and did some homework. Then I went to CinemaCafe, cuz I wanted to see Kathy and guess what... I didn't see her. Naaah aftermath I ended up at Paul's with the guys pretty much nothing. Sunday was kinda good, going out meal, pretty chilled out afternoon and then some guitar... nothing else to ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to see Incubus on December 1st in PR. I wish u could come with me - It's gonna be a good show, I'm sure. Uhmm I've realized that this is the "all u can say" paragraph, I mean every day I have an alike one. I talked to my Japanesse friend again and for the first time we didn't argue, it's akward as hell, but is nice tho. I'm almost bedding, so bye mooah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113081770001296943?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113081770001296943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113081770001296943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113081770001296943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113081770001296943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-burning-this-battle-station.html' title='I&apos;m burning this battle station.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113059608607406052</id><published>2005-10-29T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:33:39.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Periodical lover</title><content type='html'>Hi Mon.. I know I don't write as often as befo, but is because of time and skul not fitting into it. Every night I try to talk to u, but I'm just so tired, so I can't remember... hehe weird. I love u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113059608607406052?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113059608607406052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113059608607406052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113059608607406052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113059608607406052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/periodical-lover.html' title='Periodical lover'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-113030105048944864</id><published>2005-10-26T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:30:50.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwoman walking on the CesarNicolasPenson St.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, a week a go I talked to u... it's been a while. Last thursday was Lui's bday, it was fun - the guys at the station. Friday I saw this movie, "The exorcism of Emily Rose" and it was kinda good; the movie isn't scarry at all but I had Kat screaming on my right ear. Since sunday I've been just crazy, everyday I find out that I have to do a lot of things for skul and that's kinda killing me. I had a hard exam yesterday... it was Operation's Ivestigation and it wasn't easy at all. I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past few days I've come and tried to write but I've been so tired and spaced out that I couldn't. My inspiration is walking around and... Kathy, I've been trying to pretend the world is not falling appart for us to crash at some point, but one can't control what's inside, and no, I do not want to manage it at all. Meeting another subjects, I'm standing where desire is overtaking the kingdom and the obligations are being banned out of town, I'm growing up as myself. I shot Billy Joe yesterday's morning... Tre argued, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will annoy u... with every waking breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-113030105048944864?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113030105048944864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=113030105048944864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113030105048944864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/113030105048944864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/wonderwoman-walking-on.html' title='Wonderwoman walking on the CesarNicolasPenson St.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112970101791810360</id><published>2005-10-19T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:50:17.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...knock me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is way to late to start with the "hi's and hello's". I'm tired and scattered but I can't reach sleep; maybe I've been staying awake to much and now I'm just used to insomnia. I don't know why I make myself write this, is just so not going with me in this very second - is nothing about u or everything about me. I went to my highskul today, I saw Lia again for the first time; it was an akward moment, but then again... the universe played its roll and everything went how, we as we think, it was supposed to go. Skul was pretty good for me today, I had this test which - unbelieavably - I did simply great. I saw a presentation tonite, &lt;a href="mailto:Thrice@JimmyKimmel"&gt;Thrice@JimmyKimmel&lt;/a&gt; - well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her orbit's sketched around me, she's spinning playing to touch... but never gets close enough. So easily creating the way I act, like the writer that wrote the story we're living. The smile is easily disarming the  most perfect barrier - I try to lock myself, I'm trying to keep me safe. Words so sharpened nail stabbing... could kill u so fast. Warm and cold at the same time, I can't figure her out, never cares about and so demanding. She could just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112970101791810360?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112970101791810360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112970101791810360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112970101791810360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112970101791810360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/knock-me-down.html' title='...knock me down.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112948924881847887</id><published>2005-10-16T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:21:25.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bending lips so settled down&lt;br /&gt;moving fast accord the rage&lt;br /&gt;every word that I could say, u've heard it before&lt;br /&gt;every word that I could say, u've said it before&lt;br /&gt;now what's left for the two of us?&lt;br /&gt;this sketched trace of another round&lt;br /&gt;we've been here some time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather go than mean goodbye&lt;br /&gt;swallow my reactions for now&lt;br /&gt;here on tower tops, I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;where u crashed the plane&lt;br /&gt;all the mystic was turned to myth&lt;br /&gt;evilish it rises tonight getting rise out of us&lt;br /&gt;if only my line could be: "I won't ever think of u again" - but no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tear ur picture from the wall&lt;br /&gt;go on and take another sip of wine&lt;br /&gt;forget what has been done - I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;and u know I won't be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tear ur picture from the wall&lt;br /&gt;go on and take another sip of wine&lt;br /&gt;forget what has been done - I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;but this time I will be back&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/9652896-112948924881847887?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112948924881847887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112948924881847887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112948924881847887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112948924881847887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/learning-from-past.html' title='Learning from the past'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112939889444348563</id><published>2005-10-15T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:54:54.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, how are u Mon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These days have been pretty dunnoing - haha - I've been kinda busy with skul and stuff. But I'm probably all set for the next two weeks - I hope. There's this Fest, u can feel the tension in the air, people are like crazy and I can't get it, oh well. I have a lot of things to tell and I can't even start... Maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been too much into Kathy the past few weeks, I mean, I've been into her the past months but now it's so overtaking. She's killing the king, she want's to be the queen... and I'm not fighting back at all. I will.. I think... I... I'll... I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps...&lt;br /&gt;New Coheed&amp;Cambria's it's freaking great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112939889444348563?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112939889444348563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112939889444348563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112939889444348563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112939889444348563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-from-sun.html' title='Letter from the Sun'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112905364540622937</id><published>2005-10-11T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:05:04.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As the wind turns the page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statistic is the science that teaches &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to think logically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112905364540622937?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112905364540622937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112905364540622937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112905364540622937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112905364540622937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-wind-turns-page.html' title='As the wind turns the page'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112891507830652359</id><published>2005-10-09T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:31:18.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving this town... kiss me goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Mon, I've been gone. I tried to write something on friday when I came from hanging out with Lui, Robert and Yanson, but I was too drunk to write. We went to Drinkstogo hung there a bit and then we went to the station where we met Erika, Kat and some other guys I didn't know but they did. We drank a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday morning and I woke up at 9:00 got ready to play some basketball. I did good. I saw George. We played together. I studied the whole afternoon - Do I ever study? - Then the night was akward, I went to some surpriseparty for Emil -My favorite drummer :* -  Some bad things happened but I don't feel like talking about it. Then I just went to Logan's house cuz it was his bday party, what was really weirdda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I woke up at 8:00 and went to Hector's for some rehearsal. We didn't do what we expected to but it was fine anyways. I ate something with my family and then I went ot the library for doing some statistics. Then we went to Jayme's for keep on the books and... BLAH whatever same shit booksbooksbooksbooks. No strings or Gstrings just books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112891507830652359?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112891507830652359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112891507830652359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112891507830652359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112891507830652359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-leaving-this-town-kiss-me-goodbye.html' title='I&apos;m leaving this town... kiss me goodbye'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112865298619668629</id><published>2005-10-06T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:44:17.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil Anselmo fell asleep on my futton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, yesterday was Gabb's birthday - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HappyBDAY Gabb!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I also had my mechanics exam and I did freaking hilarious. I was done like 30 mins after the exam began, some people were just envious, hahaha... whatever. SO, after classes we went to eat empanadas, a good number of peeps and I - Tib, Emil, Jayme, Valie, Paul, Cano, Michelle, Marino and I can't figure out who else. After that I came home, just for taking a shower and heading to CinemaCafe, for Gabb's bday. We hung there quit a bit and like two hours later we went to the Adrian'sRestaurant cause Gabb was hungry/dizzy - lol. Past 30 minutes or so, I just headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I woke... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; uhmmm... be right back, I'll get some coke... ...Wey I'm back.&lt;/span&gt; - like I was saying, today I woke up kinda early, or maybe not, actually I don't remember, I just know I woke up and Paul called me for studying. I took a shower and we spent the whole morning between dunnoing and statistics. My skul day wasn't bad at all, my classes went quick and I had no homework. I'm kindda tired, but I'll play something that's been on my head for the whole day. See ya in later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112865298619668629?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112865298619668629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112865298619668629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112865298619668629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112865298619668629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/phil-anselmo-fell-asleep-on-my-futton.html' title='Phil Anselmo fell asleep on my futton.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112848818895955545</id><published>2005-10-05T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:56:28.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never sleep OK</title><content type='html'>I don't feel any good. I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112848818895955545?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112848818895955545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112848818895955545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112848818895955545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112848818895955545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-sleep-ok.html' title='Never sleep OK'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112839454009480839</id><published>2005-10-03T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:55:40.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I've been gone... I had a bad reputation to take care about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow since thursday I haven't talk to u. Well, few things have been going on... Friday night I went to "el Cuarto" just to see a band, was pretty nice, I liked it and stuff. Then Lui brought me home. Saturday I went to my practice, in the one I sucked - Yes, I did. After an afternoon of books and calculators we went to a court, Paul, Lui and I... Paul was playing basketball!? ..After that we went to the station and got freaking drunk. All of a sudden Lui got a call and we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Censsored]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; house, and that was pretty fucking hateful - Are u comando? - hahahahaha -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HATE HATE HATE HATE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some overhated done things and I came home. Yesterday we studied - just to make something different - then  we went to Lui's and play with his new toy :)... Lui I love it!.. We went to RadioListin to get some ChungHo! things done. We ate DonNachos and everybody went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm kind of upset, but it's alright. I started running again, tomorrow I'm shooting. Back to the sports, I guess. I'm leaving.. LOVE U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112839454009480839?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112839454009480839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112839454009480839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112839454009480839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112839454009480839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-sorry-ive-been-gone-i-had-bad.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I&apos;ve been gone... I had a bad reputation to take care about'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112805418209630505</id><published>2005-09-30T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:28:09.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This I wrote in 1985</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... today was my last exam for the week, I did pretty good. I woke up kindda early today, for studying and shit. I studied the whole morning and I fell asleep at lunch time. I went to skul and I just got some Estadistics class, then I had my exam. We were hanging out there, Jp, Joch, Lui, Paul and I... fun times. After that I got this sic class - I hate it. I've been home since 10:00 doing nothing and is not like I want to do nothing is just that I can't do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marina wrote me today... I had like four days without writting, but she's fine. I wrote her back and stuff. I miss them people. That weird feling cameback and hit me right in the chest again... only if I could know what's happening with me. Blah! I'm just talking to much crap... I'm off, bye Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112805418209630505?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112805418209630505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112805418209630505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112805418209630505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112805418209630505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-i-wrote-in-1985.html' title='This I wrote in 1985'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112797001756678460</id><published>2005-09-29T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:00:17.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything left in this world that can satisfy me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, between the books, pencils, pens and rush... here I am stealing few seconds of my day just to say hi. Without noticing it u've become an important part of me, u're like my release. Love u Mon. Today I woke up really early to study Electronics - yuk!. Like at noon I played a bit of guitar, but then after lunch I went back to the books. My day wasn't that bad actually, just till the moment it was 8:00 pm and the guys didn't want to eat empanadas. I came home and ordered some Calzonni, it was good. ...I lost my favorite pick :(. Must be somewhere around.. but I can't find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have Electrics exam tomorrow, I don't want to study anymore... skul's driving me crazy. At least I think my block thinggie is gone.. I finished what I was doing. I think tomorrow will be quite a hard one, but at least it'll be the last hard day till next wenesday. This weekend, I hope we have a blast. There's this something inside me every night... I don't know what it is... weak and powerless over... no one. Something's missing, but I will go out and find it... place it right there on that empty space. Love u much... goodbye, goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112797001756678460?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112797001756678460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112797001756678460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112797001756678460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112797001756678460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-there-anything-left-in-this-world.html' title='Is there anything left in this world that can satisfy me?'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112787723242611185</id><published>2005-09-27T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:23:52.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of huricanes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I was writting like 10 minutes ago and I don't know why, but all of a sudden the page just closed itself. I lost everything I wrote, and I don't really feel like retyping. Here's something really quick, yesterday I had two exams and a project to do... that's why I didn't write anything at all. Then this morning I woke up I don't know how... I was tired as hell and the second think I knew after I was up was that Paul and I were studying Estadistics - Akward. I dind't eat today, I just slept those two hours I have before going to skul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't feel much like writing... so I will post something else another latter... bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have writer's block on something I'm working on... chuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112787723242611185?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112787723242611185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112787723242611185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112787723242611185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112787723242611185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreams-of-huricanes.html' title='Dreams of huricanes...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112770757213358969</id><published>2005-09-25T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:38:04.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You think You know... it's wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We all dance...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems we are trying to avoid the hits, but now. We're just dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upset; we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere supposed to go to Palmar yesterday, remember? ...well yesterday morning Paul told me we couldn't go because of I don't know what. I was so mad, that I didn't wanted to study or whatever. It was the longest day ever, like the whole morning I just played guitar like for four and a half hours or something. The afternoon was so akward, I even slept like two hours and then I did some homework - like everydy.. yeah. The night was kinda better, Lui called me and we went to Falafel; Jimmy, Lui, Paul, Virgi, Ricardo, this girl I don't remember her name and I... we did. Jimmy, Lui and I got a falafel for each and a service of fries, after that we were just as hungry as before - lol. Virgi, Ricardo and that girl, went home... so then it was only us. We went to the station, just to be arounnd. JoseOscar and Jochy went there and we just crashed to a store and drank some gin for the rest of the night. I was dizzy-fun and I bet everybody but Hochy was too. I heard a lot of stories from the summer, like people drunk and naked @MarioSalami's house in la Romana... hahaha fucking hilarious story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I couldn't wake up for the family meal. I was so tired that it seems I was stuck to the blankets or something. Paulcame like at 3:00 and brought me my *A shirt, we "did" some mechanics - yeah, we "did" because it took us like five hours to get just one excersice done. That's pretty much what I've been doing the whole day... just homework and guitar. Tomorrow I have to be up early... so I' probably must go to bed now. I love u much... moooah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112770757213358969?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112770757213358969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112770757213358969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112770757213358969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112770757213358969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-you-think-you-know-its.html' title='Everything You think You know... it&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112754208091215568</id><published>2005-09-24T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:13:25.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me with your sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon... where to start, The show was pretty nice, Agatha is really sweet, Epsilon and Santuario; well I don't know why I talk about the bands since those are bands that I like a lot. We danced a little bit and we had fun. Skul wasn't bad today I just had a Lab, Electric Lab. I saw Laura today, had few days without seeing her - she makes it beat - and I saw Eileen&amp;amp;Mario... :) they look so cute - :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm supposed to wake up at 7:00 tomorrow and I'm not even sleepy. We're going to study fucking mechanics and then we're going to Palmar... wish us good luck with both things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's hanging there.. .I don't know if I should talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112754208091215568?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112754208091215568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112754208091215568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112754208091215568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112754208091215568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/shoot-me-with-your-sight.html' title='Shoot me with your sight'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112748401292196606</id><published>2005-09-23T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:00:12.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck YOU!!! ...we gonna party tonite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up... I just took a shower and I feel like I still have a blanket on my face. I love sleeping. I was reading some things I have on my email box, like some old emails from some old people... kinda sad. I'm waiting for Polin, since we're going to Palmar tomorrow we have to do some homework to keep forwardtrack on on must do things for skul. So that's it today and tomorrow morning will be really tiring anoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a metal show tonite... Agatha, Epsilon, Santuario and AltusMortem @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El Tunel. If someone ever reads this I hope to see u round there, we gonna dance. I heard nowdays everybody dances at the shows. It surprises me, when I used to dance like three years ago everybody said (well almost everybody, right Joss?) I was crazy. It wasn't till last year when some of the guys got it how it is and they came with tha moves, but yet a lot of people used to say we were crazy. Now everybody loves dancing... ha! - Pure dominicanrocker mentality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I think that's pretty much everything for now. I'm going to play with Gina now, in waiting for Paul... love u Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112748401292196606?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112748401292196606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112748401292196606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112748401292196606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112748401292196606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-you-we-gonna-party-tonite.html' title='Fuck YOU!!! ...we gonna party tonite!'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112736608353361817</id><published>2005-09-22T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:14:43.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;-insert title here-&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon... I'm sorry I didn't wrote yesterday, but Polin was here till 1:00AM and then I went to sleep cuz I was helluvatired. We did mechanics last night. Today I got up early, like at 7:30, I warmed up and then I practiced. After that I switched to guitar, and practiced some of it. I took a shower and waited for Polin that was coming for doing homework. We just dunnoed for about 3 hours and ended up doing nothing. I spent like two hours playing KillswitchEngage - lol - then I ate something. I really have to stop eating, GOSH!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skul wasn't that bad today, one of the teachers didn't show up, and the other two just gave like half of their shift. I wanted to eat empanadas so bad, but no one wanted to go, so I came home early tonite. After some nothings, I just started to do osme homework AGAIN. It's alright, it's alright... I'm going to Palmar on saturday... should be fun. For now I'm all set, this cat is going to sleep... don't u have a noisy party. Love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112736608353361817?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112736608353361817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112736608353361817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112736608353361817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112736608353361817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-mon.html' title='&lt;-insert title here-&gt;'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112719502558935525</id><published>2005-09-20T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:43:45.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood's ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I woke up after a huge effort - haha - it took me like an hour to finally get out of the bed. I took a shower and after that the first thing I noticed was that Mili was here. My dad brought her like at 9:00. I played the whole rest of the morning and after that I did some homework. I went to skul, to be honest, today it wasn't that bad. After skul I went to Friday's cuz Virgi's bday was today and she wanted to go there. So it was Paul, Lui, Virgi, Emil, some other Spitze people, another people I didn't know and I - It wasn't that bad. I got back home after eating a $475.00 meal - Thank You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Ohh yeah by the way, I saw a ghost again today; it's like the 3th time since I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this email from Thursday's newsletter saying that they have this tshirtdesigningcontest, I want to give it a try... If I can get some time. I think I'll roll to bed now, I'm kind of tired and I really have to wake up early tomorrow. I think I'm getting better :) :* Goodnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Virginia, my love... - Friday's on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112719502558935525?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112719502558935525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112719502558935525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112719502558935525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112719502558935525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/hollywoods-ending.html' title='Hollywood&apos;s ending'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112710575478769937</id><published>2005-09-19T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:55:54.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello Mon, I don't remember when was the last time I posted, but I know it has been a whilie. I got an email from Jill yesterday, I was so happy. She said the Bear is not being torn down, and that everybody is on their last days of work. I went out with the guys last night, we drank some Gin and then we went to Paul's - wirdo kool. The day before that I went to this show "Los Perex" release, don't really like them but I wanted to see Incognita. Then we went to "El cuarto" and had a talkie rest of the nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm almost done with my mechanics exercises for this week. Actually this coming week looks pretty easy - Finally. Is freaking hot as hell, I can't stand it, I take like five showers a day. Mili is coming tomorrow, I'm so excited. Besides that I feel so strange like a huge hole inside... emptyness, maybe. That's without counting the fact that I'm writitng supakward today... like paragraphs have no main idea on their context - haha whatever. That's pretty much everything I can get right now, I hope u have a goodnite, try to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="844" alt="EveryTimeIDie" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/etid1.jpg" width="901" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="879" alt="didn't I say it was EverytimeIdie?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/etid2.jpg" width="710" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...when I finish struggling we can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories...&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/9652896-112710575478769937?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112710575478769937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112710575478769937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112710575478769937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112710575478769937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-capable-of-kind-of-love-about-which.html' title='I&apos;m capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112684768384924417</id><published>2005-09-16T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:14:43.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdancing on the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello... how was ur day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, I'm kind of excited myself. I'm done with most of the projects that I had from skul, it's friday already, I've been playing a lot. I don't have much else to say... just that tomorrow I'll go to a show and I dunno, I feel like I'll be pissed off after it... u know why. See ya tomorrow, I think I'll roll to bed now... I love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/tunes.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all... let me say..&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B--------------------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G-------5-7br-5---...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D---5-7---------7--...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A-------------------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E--------------------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112684768384924417?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112684768384924417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112684768384924417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112684768384924417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112684768384924417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/breakdancing-on-moon.html' title='Breakdancing on the moon'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112675909296238212</id><published>2005-09-15T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:38:12.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlo Magno died in my arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon... This is the first time this week that I actually have time to write, that's why I've been distant the past days. Skul is loading me up... that's all I do. I can play guitar from time to time but is not that easy for the rest of the things I'd like to do. I can't believe I'm so exhaust already and we're just starting. I've been writting few things in my skul hours, I dunno I just find inspiration between the dumb and the anoying. I'm quite bored of everything myself these days, like I said few dasome time ys ago... seems that everything here's been done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to eat empanadas today, we had this thing and then some of the guys cancelled - I sit and think about it, it seems this is never happening. I just don't want desire and selfbeing turn into a ghost, never want to "grow up". I am... nevermind. Kathy is mad at me I guess, she just wanted me to call Enmanuel and tell him to get online so she can talk to him and I just said no. I hate smart people getting fucked up by blindness that minds make out of love - irrational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too tired to keep going... I'm going to sleep. Have a good nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blocking people on ur MSN won't make them go away to another planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112675909296238212?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112675909296238212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112675909296238212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112675909296238212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112675909296238212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/carlo-magno-died-in-my-arms.html' title='Carlo Magno died in my arms'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112650160055102176</id><published>2005-09-12T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:19:14.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound the alarm... and make no mistake about this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was like a collage from highskul on a college scenary or whatever. I went out with Kahy, Luz and Dorix... because Kathy was leaving to NY today. I don't know how, but Kathy and Dorix started to fight out of the most akward thing. So Kathy got pissed off and started to yield, Dorix got mad and said some really hard things. At the end Kathy ended up going home and everybody split into their own way, I dunno. I called Lui and asked him where he was... he was at the park with the Underworld, so I just got there and had some fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up today and I dunnoed till lunch, I went out with my family, and we got new shoes for Yeo. Then we had some food. I don't remember what else I did till the moment Paul got to my house and we practically skiped studying. I visited my Grandma cuz I haven't seen her since I'm here, and then we went to the supermarket - hehehe going to the supermarket with my family is fun, I've kinda forgot how it was. After all I came back home and just played guitar for around four hours - which means Gina is happy :). I'm almost going to bed, I just wanted to make sure u know I'm alright. Situations are getting better I think, I can foresee and trace a path to fallow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About u... I don't know what am I going to do with this thing they call heart... and ur fucking smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye Mon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love u Kathy... Have fun... see u in two weeks.&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; HEIGHT: 59px" height="355" alt="lalala(8)" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/nikoetmoi.jpg" width="501" weight="10" length="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112650160055102176?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112650160055102176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112650160055102176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112650160055102176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112650160055102176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-alarm-and-make-no-mistake-about.html' title='Sound the alarm... and make no mistake about this.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112637161279955794</id><published>2005-09-10T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:00:12.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading a no soldiers army.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon, I'm sorry u didn't hear from me yesterday, but I wasn't in the mood. I wanted to go out so bad but I ended up stuck at home. I spent the whole day doing a freaking practice for Mechanics, and after that I had to go to skul and take three hours of electric classes. I also was sic, or actually I am, it's hatefull. Today I'm going to do some more practice and after that I think I'll go out with Kathy or something, she's going to NY tomorrow. She's going for three or four weeks, I'm going to miss her. Even though we don't see each other that often, but is the fact of knowing she's there for me whenever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I named my new guitar, it's funny because I still don't have it, well not phisically. Her name will be Mili, it's the short name for Milikhina. You know where it came from :). My russian friend, Marina, she's going back to Russia today, she has an awfull trip schedule so I hope she do fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I walk nude feet on dusty road&lt;br /&gt;the rocks fight my skin&lt;br /&gt;like the bi-zillion soldiers that give it all&lt;br /&gt;without knowing why&lt;br /&gt;behind scenes, the actors chat about their roll&lt;br /&gt;and that who helps...&lt;br /&gt;whisper the senteces we must say&lt;br /&gt;it writes me, it creates the interactive space&lt;br /&gt;names were left behind&lt;br /&gt;lifes as well... we died&lt;br /&gt;the mist, the fog, thick air...&lt;br /&gt;Death is the weapon it used to bring us down&lt;br /&gt;now we walk through a compoud of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;some wear feathered coats&lt;br /&gt;the rest of them teeth, claws and blood stained clothes&lt;br /&gt;and I... I sit and watch from the stone...&lt;br /&gt;I walk nude feet on dusty road&lt;br /&gt;never lead or fallow... side by side we walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112637161279955794?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112637161279955794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112637161279955794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112637161279955794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112637161279955794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/leading-no-soldiers-army.html' title='Leading a no soldiers army.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112623882154693777</id><published>2005-09-08T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:07:01.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fourth day of the second week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hola Mon... I can't explain today, I'm sorry. Feeling like thousand words to say and can't find the perfect sentence. I guess that sometimes some feel this way and all that's left is to deal with it. It's eating me alive, four months... without feeling this emptyness and now that I'm in the land of owning I.... ...sit and... can't... bye Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112623882154693777?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112623882154693777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112623882154693777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112623882154693777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112623882154693777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/fourth-day-of-second-week.html' title='The fourth day of the second week.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112615806501112055</id><published>2005-09-08T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T01:41:05.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You: Something that takes my pain away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe how late it is, I mean like 5 minutes ago it was only 11:45. My day's been really quick today, and I don't know if that's good or bad :S. I made an order yesterday... I sit and try to patiently waiit for it to get here. I woke up early and got some things done, personal things. I practiced the whole morning and then went to school. We ate empanadas and after that my mom got me McD's, haha. My russian friend wrote me again today, it was nice reading about her. I talked to Sabrina today too, she was online all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have some things to spit out, but I don't know how. I feel like.... blah nevermind about that, I'll just try to forget about it. I've been rockandroll the past few days and it's more to come. I'd like to know about some people I left here, people I haven't heard thing about - Hope they're fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm rolling to bed now Mon... love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and u... yeah u... ILOVEYOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112615806501112055?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112615806501112055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112615806501112055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112615806501112055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112615806501112055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-something-that-takes-my-pain-away.html' title='You: Something that takes my pain away.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112598031117166494</id><published>2005-09-05T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:18:31.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduced to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, I should say. Today I woke up early, I had to finish some Mechanics thing - Yes, it was due today. I spent the whole morning on that crap. At noon I found out that I had two unread emails from Marina, and the second one was kinda bad, cause she thought I didn't want to reply her emails or whatever, so I wrote her this letter explaining my lacking of time. I went back to the books and finished my shit. I barely ate lunch today, I dunno why. I went to skul and I was so hungry the whole day. The I came back here and my mom made me dinner :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monalisa is right here now - hahaha - sorry I just felt like saying it, the first 4/5 days since I'm here she's been a bitchy, but the past 2/3 days she's been so sweet. She loves me again. I think Gina is kinda jealous cuz she knows I got another one coming, but she must understand that I will love her the same :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's someone, I don't understand how,  that's getting deep inside my skin and I can't help it. It's driving me crazy... ohh my God... this funny feeling in my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight babe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112598031117166494?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112598031117166494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112598031117166494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112598031117166494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112598031117166494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/reduced-to-me.html' title='Reduced to me...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112581368527097354</id><published>2005-09-04T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:01:25.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal spaceship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight, how are u Mon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, I'm sumerged in this akwardness, hehe tired but I don't want to sleep. I spent 7 hours doing Mechaninc's today, Paul and I did. Then we, after hoursof looking for something to do, ended up at the park - BULLSHIT. At least I saw some people, Roman, Robert, Cooker... whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't feel much like writing I just wanted to pass by and say hi. Sleep tight my love :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people read this, some people should know that they mean much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112581368527097354?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112581368527097354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112581368527097354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112581368527097354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112581368527097354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/suicidal-spaceship.html' title='Suicidal spaceship'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112572774594108740</id><published>2005-09-03T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:09:05.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2:07 AM Moon... no stars this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry that I've been gone, but I've had few things to do... like homework. The city is pretty boring these days, like everything to do has been done already turning life into routine, like u've already read this page. Wensday I went to eat empanadas with Paul, was kinda kul. Yesterday I don't even remember everything is blury between guiitar strings, pics, books and pencils. Today... I dunno what to say about today... I saw Lulah, that kinda made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, I was happy today, I dunno it was a pretty kul day till the second I got home and I realize that I kinda don't fit here anymore. I found my place, and I want to stay there, even tho I can't by now. Situations are turning black and white like an old fashion comic, but there's no hero this time. I'm drowning in my own breath I need to be taken far away, far to somewhere I'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112572774594108740?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112572774594108740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112572774594108740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112572774594108740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112572774594108740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/207-am-moon-no-stars-this-time.html' title='2:07 AM Moon... no stars this time.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112537827494405279</id><published>2005-08-30T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:04:34.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayyy!! I'm back!!!   =&gt;   [Sarcasm right here :)]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Monique, long time no talk - I've been missing it. After a crazy summer and a lot of new friendly faces, here I am, back to the primitive. I wish I'd had time to say how the whole summer went, but I don't. I just can say that when I was on the bus to the airport, I was wishing it to take an U turn and go back. Here where I have to face the truth, back to college, back to this life. I wish I could take some good things from here and there and make my own world... maybe I will some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Switching the way this is going - just because is getting sad - the island is hot. I take like five showers a day and I think people are lil bit crazier than they usually are too. I started college today - I fucking hate it, but I've decided that this will be my semester. If I can't take it I'll quit and do something I really like. Kinda late actually, but better now than never. I dunno I feel like so out of place here, like there's some akwardness in the air, like this place is dissappearing. I'm tired I'm going to bed, see ya tomorrow. MUAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-112537827494405279?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112537827494405279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112537827494405279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112537827494405279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112537827494405279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/yayyy-im-back-sarcasm-right-here.html' title='Yayyy!! I&apos;m back!!!   =&gt;   [Sarcasm right here :)]'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-112187503177079366</id><published>2005-07-20T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:57:11.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of the play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The water is always cold in Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;reasons to keep u warm inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and where we step gets smaller and smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no more simpathy for what to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no more empty days to leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the tutuming hearts just do it louder/harder/faster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;overexcitement can drive u to a heartattack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the war is coming to an end - we should call it a draw.&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/9652896-112187503177079366?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112187503177079366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=112187503177079366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112187503177079366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/112187503177079366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/getting-out-of-play.html' title='Getting out of the play'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111928480942765659</id><published>2005-06-20T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:26:49.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>London bridge is falling down... la la la la (8)</title><content type='html'>Knock, knock... I... Miss.. You... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111928480942765659?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111928480942765659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111928480942765659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111928480942765659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111928480942765659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/london-bridge-is-falling-down-la-la-la.html' title='London bridge is falling down... la la la la (8)'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111706165299318749</id><published>2005-05-25T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:54:04.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now... it seems I'd walk u to the next train station, but I'm coming back half away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hola Mon, how are u now? ...how have u been? ...long time no talk and I'm really missing our latenight/earlymorning talks. I'm really sorry about leaving u aside all this time, but behind lot of things to do and the fact that I don't have easy access to a computer, I've couldn't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is just the same as the last time we talked, I'm here in Maine. It's  so fucking cold and not enlighting at all. I'm living with some dominican guys and two rusians - Really crazy guys, by the way. I kinda miss a lot of things from my house, but to be honest it's not like I'd like to be back. Yesterday I called my mom from this celphone that I borrowed from a girl. Mami is fine, missing me a lot, she's so crazy, I mean she's like charging money on my creditcard, I'm doing ok without that money, but I won't fight some help :P. I'm trying to get some funsuffs to do, like going to shows and visiting some places, maybe next weekend I'm going to Boston or something. Like u can see I'm on lot of things and pretty much nothing at the same time, but hell at least I'm not in college ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If u can, please say hi to all my friendz. Sometimes I feel myself up to a hang out with them, then I realize they're not here. I'm off now, I've to go... I love u lotz and I want u to take care of urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really miss going to the beach. I (heart) You from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111706165299318749?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111706165299318749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111706165299318749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111706165299318749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111706165299318749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-now-it-seems-id-walk-u-to-next.html' title='Right now... it seems I&apos;d walk u to the next train station, but I&apos;m coming back half away.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111588066282445151</id><published>2005-05-12T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:51:02.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano from another room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon, I was just passing by, I'm here in Boston at Chris, tomorrow I'll be back in my place right in Maine. Hope u doing good, cuz this is not like a party but it's fine. Gotcha later hunn :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111588066282445151?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111588066282445151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111588066282445151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111588066282445151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111588066282445151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/piano-from-another-room.html' title='Piano from another room'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111527275460298628</id><published>2005-05-05T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T01:59:14.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White/Red and your smile... "Me want cookie."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh Mon I'll start to write a little less in here, I'm flying tomorrow, I think - I mean I don't know, geex I know I'm leaving tomorrow but it's like I'm not 100% believing it. I'm starting to  miss some things already. Today I finished everything I had to finish for my trip and on the night I went to the movies with Gab and Amaury. We saw this weird movie named "Sideways" and it was OK. We took Gaby home and she woke up Lulah, so I could say goodbye to her - Thanx Gab, really :). Lulah is so cute and even tho I was mad at her the other day, a smile and few words can manage some anger. Or maybe is something else - Eileen, u feel me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I don't come back crazier, I just wish my days rock and I want u and the guys care about urselves. Some people should be here now saying bye, but they don't so I'm saying bye myself.... "Bye kidz", love u Mon, catcha later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhhh I watch u there through the window and I stare at u wear nothing but u wear it so well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111527275460298628?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111527275460298628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111527275460298628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111527275460298628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111527275460298628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/whitered-and-your-smile-me-want-cookie.html' title='White/Red and your smile... &quot;Me want cookie.&quot;'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111509409532607941</id><published>2005-05-02T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:32:26.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about how to say good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being there where situations crash right in front of ur face and u just can do nothing to avoid them, I'm kinda weird since I'm leaving things in the edge of a pop and maybe they won't press hold much longer. Right from this weekend, things are getting to a level I could never imagine, a total uncontrol of my own being and life. Things happen so fast, so unconscius, at one moment we fistfight right the other we hold hands. Now I'm getting a ride, specting a try - don't know what to do, don't know what to do - looking around for an answer written in the wall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went out with my family, and bought some things. On the night I went to Juan's, it was his bday, it was a kOoL time, nice guys and funny talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I went to the beach, I woke up helluva early and then Amaury picked me up, we picked Gaby, Lulah and Antony, flew to the supermarket and then we picked Mariam. We went to the same beach we went the last time, the lonely-quietly beach, played soccer and took some pics... I liked that. Then we went to Gabz and had dinner :P - Like this girlie messed it up, but anyways I'll do something nice for her since I was mad and played it like a bitch. Now I'm deep thinking about tomorrow and me dividing myself into twenty pieces - fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll finish some bizz and then I'll roll to bed, I promise I'll upload some pics tomorrow. Je t'aime beaocoup, bonne soire :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111509409532607941?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111509409532607941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111509409532607941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111509409532607941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111509409532607941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/thinking-about-how-to-say-good-bye.html' title='Thinking about how to say good-bye'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111484454703159445</id><published>2005-04-30T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:21:25.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could read this comic I'm living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know u'd be asking why I haven't talked to u this long, I'm really sorry, I had a final today and I was studiying like a bitch. I don't understand it sometimes, I mean, I don't like this shit at all but I can't stand a bad grade, it's like against all my means. Wednesday I had science and I did fine, today it was calculus, I did well. My days've been pretty fucked up and cause of the books, I've laid some people aside, I'm sorry. Today I woke up early, cuz I had to study and at 6:00 I got my exam, tonite we went out, Chung and I, just some gin and juice. I don't know why the days I'm really on in partying, I end up home early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll do some things with my mom, buy few things - Yayyy!!!! - I'm leaving in less than a week. I hope tomorrow's nite gets better than today's. This weekend gotta be explosive... I'm about to see a movie now or something... love u Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Massiel... I wuv u :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111484454703159445?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111484454703159445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111484454703159445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111484454703159445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111484454703159445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-only-i-could-read-this-comic-im.html' title='If only I could read this comic I&apos;m living.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111458431971291461</id><published>2005-04-27T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:45:19.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Dillinger scape plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep urself silent and gracefully moving till friday. Wait for me at the train station, I'll be there at 7:00. Look around and aim a man with a coat and a cigarette... Be patient, I promise We'll run away, far away... I'm just waiting this season to ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember, a goodbye note, is never a good idea. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111458431971291461?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111458431971291461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111458431971291461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111458431971291461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111458431971291461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-dillinger-scape-plan.html' title='Like Dillinger scape plan.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111440463847361166</id><published>2005-04-25T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:50:38.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je pretendre etre moi-meme pour un instant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello sweetie, I'm a little bit tired but I came by to give u a kiss and tell u about my weekend. Yesterday I dunnoed the whole day, and then Lui picked me up, like at 9:00 and we dunnoed together... then Jochy joined us, and then Paul did just the same. So we were there dunnoing till 1:30 or somethihng :P. This morning I didn't want to wake up - WOW like every sunnday. I went to this meeting at this college, and then went to my college, to catch Lui and Paul for studiying. We were at Lui's almost till 11:something and then we went out to eat, now I'm here at home. I'm kinda mad because my celphone seems to be fucked up, I hope it'll get better tomorrow or I'll get angry, I mean really angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm standing at less than two weeks of leaving this place for arouund four months, and altought I'm not completly sure and I know I wish I could take some people with me, I hope I do great round there. :* loooove u like a starnumber times on a stared night, bye Babie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd do my best for u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111440463847361166?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111440463847361166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111440463847361166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111440463847361166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111440463847361166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/je-pretendre-etre-moi-meme-pour-un.html' title='Je pretendre etre moi-meme pour un instant.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111423833501781136</id><published>2005-04-23T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T02:38:55.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I always denied I could see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon, I went to the movies tonite, with my japanesse friend and Karlangas. The movie was nice, we saw "Constantine" - Really nice movie, pretty much like me, if u know what I mean. The only thing I dislike was Keanu Reeves, that guy is too of a sissy for the character. To be honest I don't know if this is cuz of my fascination about angels but the character I loved the most was Gabriel, it was really kOoL and shit - Just my opinion u know how I'm when it comes to Angels. I always denied I could see :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up early, cuz I had to study, or I started to study, I did the first lesson - Which I consider the hardest - and nothing much of review it. At least now I feel myself secure about that part of the things to know. Then I played guitar, almost the whole afternoon and after that I took a bath and went to the movies. It was a nice hang out, I mean like the old days without the fighting thing... :) I'm happy cuz of that. Well baby I'm rolling to bed. Love u... :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111423833501781136?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111423833501781136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111423833501781136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111423833501781136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111423833501781136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-always-denied-i-could-see.html' title='I always denied I could see'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111414449408888291</id><published>2005-04-22T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:44:39.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the killing moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="832" alt="The time took away the light" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/000_25632.jpg" width="1015" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mon, how are u? ...I woke up early, and just did nothing but play guitar. Then I took a ride round skul and shit, saw the guys and that. I came back home, had some food and spent the whole afternoon here at home just doing nothing but sleeping and dunnoing. Near 9:00 I wen't to Lala's, it was her birthday. Not my kind of hang out but it was ok - Really good tacos. I got back home almost now, and here I am talking to Lulah :) and almost sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to study Calculus, I'm tired of it, but I have to get on them books or I'll have a not nice grade. I read about this new pope, the guy is such an asshole, how come Rock music to be against people - That's senseless. So since now on the pope can suck my %#^*, how can a mindblind man lead humanity? ...are we loosing sight here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love u babe... goodnite :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy bday Lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111414449408888291?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111414449408888291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111414449408888291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111414449408888291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111414449408888291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/under-killing-moon.html' title='Under the killing moon.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111401194910134009</id><published>2005-04-20T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:47:20.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fingerpick played song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="593" alt="NikoPeña'sBand :P" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/000_2580.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bonjour, ca va?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm kinda excited, I finished classes today - there they come the finals - We prolly eat empanadas or something. Monday I had this science exam which I did good, and then had few more classes, nothing hard or tiring. Yesterday I had to handdle a project for my ISC teacher, and then I came home, al weird and shit I talked to my Japanesse friend the whole night. I went to bed early, like at 11:30 or something - Yeah, I was helluva tired. Today I wok up early and at first I was planing to study calculus but then I saw Gina and u know the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this contest searching a name for u... I think I'll name u Monique. U ok with that name? ..then alright it's official ur name will be Monique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/9652896-111401194910134009?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111401194910134009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111401194910134009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111401194910134009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111401194910134009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/fingerpick-played-song.html' title='A fingerpick played song.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111379910995616204</id><published>2005-04-18T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:57:44.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and spies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi sweetie, I'm sorry the nohearingaboutme thing, I've felt like swallowing. Yesterday I was really mad, or not mad but like frustrated, first I had two games in the morning and I lost them both... I stand the most not scoring than loosing, I mean in both games I did 12 in the first and 23 in the second and I lost them both - Yeah, I'm not onemanteam. Then I went to my guitar class and after that I got to the library - In vain cuz no one was there. I got home and got into science, and all of a sudden Amaury told me that we had some troubles with the going out thing. Ten minutes later he said he wasn't going, that he was about to go to Idunnowhere - Yeah, there I got like mad. But there it came my heroine - Poly to the rescue - and told me she could pick me up, and so she did, she picked me up with some guys and we went to the "MardiGras". Right in this part it's seems to be a whole different time-day-moment, I dunno my night switched into a memories-angryness-happiness, Idunnohowtocallit thing. I saw Patricia, we talked a lot, had fun she hugged me like hellish, I dunno, it was nice... Jenny is so cute, my little baby. I saw my japanesse friend, we ended up bad... I dunno, it was a ignoringfightingflirting thing, like she was playing to hate but the innerself released the truth, so I got like mad and shit and did some ignoringstupidfull things. Gabby called me and told me that Lulah was with her and that she wanted to see me, so I got happy and went to see her... :) Lulah is so nice - Although u don't read this: MUAH!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="593" alt="Elle et moi" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/nikoetmoi.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I woke up early and studied a bit, then I went out and ate with Kathy, Lorin, Luz, Naty, Rossy and David... It was so nice and rebuilding, goshhh I love Kathy, I so love her, she's so so me/mine, I enjoy every second we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 122px" height="346" alt="We love to see you smile:)" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/bigmac.jpg" width="325" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that I came back home and keep on books, but I got tired and went to the court, I didn't play at all, but I saw few games and hung with Georges :). That's it, I'm off... bye baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still searching for ur name...&lt;/span&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/9652896-111379910995616204?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111379910995616204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111379910995616204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111379910995616204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111379910995616204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/angels-and-spies.html' title='Angels and spies'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111354078657236644</id><published>2005-04-15T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:53:06.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets came to bullet's holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonjour mon amie. I'm going straight to business today, yesterday I was really mad, because of this girl. I mean she has to keep on saying the same thing like starnumber times without a breaking point... I mean, what's the idea in that shit? ...I'm starting to believe what Paul says, maybe I should start listening to Greenday and become Megadeth, instead of being such a nice guy. Like if I were such a bitch and did her bad and then get blanked since I'm leaving, then maybe she'll be happy - JERK!!!. Now, about the day... I can't remember a thing, I just remember that I wanted to eat "empanadas" so bad and no one wanted, so I ended up eating McD's, which wasn't bad at all, but it wasn't "empanadas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I woke up early and started to study "Vida Cristina" since I had a final, but I just did like 30 mins and I jumped to Gina, and I played the whole morning. I had this class at 4:00, Amaury picked me up, then he went back to my house to pick up an essay I left - I loooove u man - while I took the exam. My "Seguridad" teacher didn't show up, arrrggg I got pissed because he was supposed to say who's exonerated today, and I'm really sure I'm on that list. I just hope he goes to classes tomorrow, so I could ask him. I'm really tired and I need to get up early and study science - AGAIN!!!. Just two weeks and this shit'll be over... just two weeks. Bye baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhmm, u know what, I should name u... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111354078657236644?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111354078657236644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111354078657236644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111354078657236644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111354078657236644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/bullets-came-to-bullets-holes.html' title='Bullets came to bullet&apos;s holes'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111336820069045221</id><published>2005-04-13T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:56:40.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who brought me here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi blog, today was a quick day - Bing Bang, thank u man. But first of all let's talk about yesterday, I went to skul and to be honest I didn't fall asleep because Jaime was such a clown, hahaha. The whole day this guy was joking around and shit - Quiet funny. Then I got home and did everything homework till 2:00 AM. Ok, back in today, I woke up at 9:10, but I closed my eyes - Blinked - then it was 10:30, I took a bath, practiced guitar and finished some shit I had for today. I got home at 3:45 and without nooticing it was 6:30 and I was at "Dibujo", the teacher did practically nothing - Like always - so I got home at 7:30. I started to do this practice I have due tomorrow and weirdly it was 11:30 all of a sudden, so here I am, I've ended everything homework and I'm realizing that college is driving me insane since this whole post just talks about skul and homeworks... GOSH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye Blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111336820069045221?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111336820069045221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111336820069045221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111336820069045221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111336820069045221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-brought-me-here.html' title='Who brought me here?'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111324002936029125</id><published>2005-04-11T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:20:29.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Licking my wounds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi blog, how have u been?  ..These days I've been something between busy and tired, friday I didn't go out, I just stayed at home and did some homework. Saturday I had a game at 10:00 which one I lost, I don't know how, well I can't complain about myself, I mean I did it well, 22 points in 14 minutes is a nice average. On the afternoon after my guitar class, I went to this meeting with Paul and some guys, it was ok. On the night we went to Lui's spent like 2 hours there and then we went to eat. We dunnoed a lot like round 2/3 hours and then we ended at this gasstation with the Underworld. Sunday I simply did nothing, everything about to do, ended up in ashes. The day was weirddo, but it was ok. This weekend was tiredful, and the city is getting supabored - Yeah, it've always been this way, but I'm feeling it deeper now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I have classes from 4:00 to 10:00 let's see if I don't fall asleep :), love u blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...I can't die in this balloon - suffocating~(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111324002936029125?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111324002936029125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111324002936029125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111324002936029125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111324002936029125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/licking-my-wounds.html' title='Licking my wounds...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111293941271765493</id><published>2005-04-08T04:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T01:50:12.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like buterflies noise... I'm doing this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi baby, today - Something I still don't believe. - was a nice day, really nice one. It started at 10:00 so I slept well, I did an essay I had to do for my "VidaCristiana" class. Had it done and then jumped on Gina, I spent like 2 hours playing. I got to skul at 4:00 and had the "VidaCristiana" class, then after an hour doing nothing but talk with the guys I found out that my "Seguridad" teacher didn't go today, so I had the night off. I came home and had dinner, I spent the whole night listening to Thrice :). Some nice things happened today, like I add Rosaura to my contact list ;). She's nicer than what I thought, I mean, she's talkative and that, smart and clever - Good girl. I'm sure I had another nice thing to say but my mind just got blank right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Switching topics, I know there's a point I've missed where I turned the wrong way and it's driving me crazy. But what can I say, maybe this summer will be my breaking point and the breaking event will force me to go back. I just hope this breaking point breaks situations and not bones and lives. I'm leaving, I need some rest, so I'm off... love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111293941271765493?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111293941271765493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111293941271765493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111293941271765493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111293941271765493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-buterflies-noise-im-doing-this.html' title='Like buterflies noise... I&apos;m doing this life.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111285348795674657</id><published>2005-04-07T04:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:58:07.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing together on Mississippi street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel it coming... I came to realize that everytime I go to an expresion of those type of things I love, I get really sad. I get into this crazy skin that tights me harder and harder, breaking my sence weaking my mind.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My day started early, not that early but early. I did some class shit and then I went to pick up Gina. Then I walked around the hood trying to catch some of the guys, but nothing. At 4:00 I had Science, but I didn't go, I was at a friend's all chillzout. After that I got calculus and then Science Lab. I got back home something near 10:0... I took a bath and went to this jazz concert Cyrill - A new friend - had. Gustavo is fucking awesome on that piano, I mean he really knows how to do his thing, and Cyrill, well,  she is incredible. I saw some guys round there, the thing was nice. Till I got home and got depressed because of the same shit I always get depressed... :( I'm off.. bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pupirapiparaparaparaparaparapap(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111285348795674657?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111285348795674657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111285348795674657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111285348795674657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111285348795674657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/playing-together-on-mississippi-street.html' title='Playing together on Mississippi street'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111276624307825308</id><published>2005-04-06T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:48:12.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stately geometry figure right in/between my ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she fits so perfect inside my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so pure... so clean, so soft air to this sic lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so differents, though, so alike... Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We're tracing over simplified lines: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she was meant to this time, I was meant to her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;forever grabbing, keeping inside, perfect standing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;growing no shadows over the underlightened floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;usic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nding as ur range flicks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;flicks between &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;the happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/9652896-111276624307825308?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111276624307825308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111276624307825308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111276624307825308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111276624307825308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/living-in-amsterdam.html' title='Living in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111276378377268137</id><published>2005-04-05T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:50:05.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee Dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hola blog, I'm wasted here on the same chair I always sit, tired, exhaust of college and craving for a coke. My day started helluva early, like at 8:00. I did just nothing the whooole morning, it was so brutal that I even went to my higschool at 1:15 just to walk around. I got to college at 4:00 and got this two freaking hours of ISC-Lab. Something near 7:30 the teacher from Dibujo came - Yeah, the class is supposed to be at 6:00 - and wrote a classwork which I didn't had to do because I'm exonerated. At 1o:00 I had this noisy thing with some friends, the shit is that I had to wait like two hours doing nothing till 10. My day was blah as hell. And that's it, I'm done for today, so I'm leaving... bye Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disaster Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111276378377268137?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111276378377268137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111276378377268137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111276378377268137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111276378377268137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/dee-dee.html' title='Dee Dee'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111266737318910244</id><published>2005-04-05T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:55:55.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newton took over my world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey blog, what's up? ...To be honest I didn't have time to write during the weekend. So I'm about to write a few things about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, I studied a lot, I was about to go to the movies with Lia and shit, but I stayed at home just on the books - Unbelievable. Something near 11:00 Lui came and picked me and Paul up, we had dinner - Paul, Mario, Vigy, Lui, Pamela and I - at TacoBell and then we went to Mario's house. Geex that house is great, I mean the artwork inside of it, is just frustrating/amazing. I got back home reaaally late because Lui wanted to eat again at 2:30 - Crazy azz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, to be honest I had the worst game I've ever had in my entire life. I scored only like 4 points and I played almost the whole game, even shooted a 1/starsnumber. My mind was all in calculus shit. I went to my guitar class and I got late by the way, the niciest thing was that in my way to Gazcue, to Lala's I met - Or should I say Re-met? - Cyrille. She's a great chick that teaches Singing at JazzyMas, she invited me to this concert she has next wednesday @CinematecaNacional. After a lot of studiying I was back home at 8:00 had a bath and went back to the books. Something near 11:00-12:00 I went out with ChungHoGuys.. we ate sandwishes and then went to Mario's house again. We played pool - hehehehe I kicked some asses, back to those days. I came home near 3:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, my day barely started, I was so sleepy that I think I fell asleept a few times. I studied a lot - I mean A LOT - like 8 continued hours or something like that. Near 10:00 I went to Paul's and picked up a book to prepare an exposition for today. I went to bed at 3:00 when I finished it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About today, I dunno how, but I woke up renewed. Reviewed the material, reviewed my exposition and went to college something near 4:00. I did the exam, and when I say "I did", I mean I fucked it right in the ass - Those hours were worthy. Then I had the exposition and my group kicked ass. The teacher was amazed. Enough writting for now, I'm off. :* love cha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*April's 1st: Happy Gmail-day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*April's 3rd: Happy Bday Monalisa :) :*&lt;br /&gt;*I'm frustrated with the new DBS's song. \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I love u like thousand beatting hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm so tired of Calculus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Bileika, have a nice bday :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111266737318910244?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111266737318910244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111266737318910244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111266737318910244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111266737318910244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/newton-took-over-my-world.html' title='Newton took over my world...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111233352640008966</id><published>2005-04-01T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:40:46.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a mime between "XYZ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to find the end of today and don't even knowing where it started, maybe it was at 8:00 when I woke up and jumped from my bed to the shower and from the shower to the table - I had to study. I spent the whole morning on the books, did two lessons and shit: Yayy!!!! - Got the sarcasm? - Then I went ot my highschool just to clear up my mind, but it just stayed the same. I went to skul at 4:00 and had "VidaCristiana" that somehow I turned it into calculus, then I had "Seguridad" my day was bored and shit, the whole day with this sour in my mouth. I got home and ate pizza - Yeah, yeah, I know pizza rocks - and now I'm here after fistfights and bottleswar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of things to say today, the more I study the more I realiza I don't want to. Gooshh, I'm good at math, I know that; I have great grades, I've always had; I can kick anyone's ass in a speeching and quickthinking; I got a 99% in my aptitude test which means I can study any-fucking-thing I want to... but fuck it!, having it like a mule doesn't mean u have to do porn, right Kummar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm tired of this, I'm a fucking artist - &lt;img alt="I love anything arts" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/ven.gif" /&gt; - I've always been one, it's in my soul, in my blood and inside me, I can't fight it... and sooner or later it'll come out and kill this me I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From X to Z - Talking about planes, not about Xzibit. How come is this thing getting over me? ...like a rush, like a take over. I don't know myself anymore. I got so weak by the fact u're dissappearing and even knowing u're right, knowing u're on ur way to the right choice, I just can't take it or handdle it. I (heart) U... and that's all that matters to me, although falling in love never was on my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps...&lt;br /&gt;Need a secret place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9652896-111233352640008966?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111233352640008966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111233352640008966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111233352640008966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111233352640008966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-mime-between-xyz.html' title='Like a mime between &quot;XYZ&quot;.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111224503113745810</id><published>2005-03-31T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:57:11.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...but home is nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello blog, how have u been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up too early today because I had/have to study Calculus. I studied the first unit and then I practiced guitar. I got to skul at 4:00 and did nothing inside the classroom, I had this boring Science class. After that I had calculus, at least today class was fast and easy. Then I got Science Lab, that subject get me on nerves, the teacher can't be more of an asshole. I got home at 10:something early and did nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ur customized, it fits u good. I love the way u look now, since I spent like two hours trying to make the background gets into a position. Somehow HTMLing got me into a kinda goodish mood, I mean I've been so weirddo the whole day I can't even stand myself - It sucks. I'm about to roll to bed now, I feel tired and shit... catcha later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111224503113745810?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111224503113745810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111224503113745810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111224503113745810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111224503113745810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-home-is-nowhere.html' title='...but home is nowhere.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111215559007705720</id><published>2005-03-30T03:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T00:06:30.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exsistentialism on a mindcrash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About today, I woke up at 8:00 and I just don't know why. I spent the whole morning just doing nothing but playing guitar, and playing with Monalisa - She's so big and powerfull by the way. Then I ate almost nothing, cuz these days I feel myself like not wanting to eat at all. I went to skul at 4:00 and took this "ISC-Lab" that's pissing me of more and more. After that I took my "Dibujo" class - Almost unbelievable - and the teacher exceed his limits, he gave us like two complete hours of class. I came home at 8:something, did some homework and read a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got into this crazy idea of loosing weight, I mean I'm always in the mood but I dunno this latez I'm believing it harder. Switching stages the skul is ending, just 2 more weeks and that's all, I'm happy but horryfied, I mean this is the spot where all the teachers get crazy and let like a thousandbillion things to do and shit, without counting them exams. I'm really tired about college, I knew this won't be an easy kill but it's even harder than what I thought - Whatever. I think I'm getting sic, I feel myself like blah and that. I thanks that it came after springbreak and hope it won't last long. I'm going to sleep... I need to get some rest, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111215559007705720?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111215559007705720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111215559007705720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111215559007705720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111215559007705720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/exsistentialism-on-mindcrash.html' title='Exsistentialism on a mindcrash'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111207485564005366</id><published>2005-03-29T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:40:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It stole a smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey blog, I was so close to drop it and not post for today since the server seems to be slow as hell. I woke up late today, I was exhausted, maybe it was the pool and shit. I dunnoed a lot and only ate just a bit. I got to school at 4:00 and had my Science test grade, I got a 17/20, pretty nice. Then I went ot eat pizza with Paul - hehehe - and after that we took calculus. I had "ISC" exam today - like I care, like I need to study - haha it was a sure 20/20 thing. I walked all the way back home, Pierina is a nice company, round the hood I saw Georges and some guys, nice to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 77px" height="593" alt="Sweetness" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/Katz123.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kathy went to my skul today, it was great to see her, to talk to her, to hug her. I dunno everytime I'm round her I just get fucking happy. She spent like one hour with me and it was just like twentysix hours or something. I wish she just get on taking right choices about things in her life, and I know she loves her carreer but she has to care about herself as well - blah! I love her. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recieved news about my trip, it's all settled already, things are done. So now u know fucking  May 5th, get here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If u break a heart, I'll break a face... and it's a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111207485564005366?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111207485564005366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111207485564005366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111207485564005366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111207485564005366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-stole-smile.html' title='It stole a smile...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111198379164787977</id><published>2005-03-28T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:23:11.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a TwentyFourHours Sun week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi blog, sorry I didn't post anything yesterday but I felt like notposting, I was kinda sad. I spent the whole day between dunnoing and watching some movies. At first I got mad because every plan I had about the day got fucked up, and something near 10:00 Amaury picked me up and we went out with Gabb just to do nothing. Well we ate pizza and went to everyplace in the city that could attach us or something but nothing came up. Today I woke up really early to be sunday, I ate "chinesse" with my familly - hehehe, finally - then I went to this club and hung out with some school friends. Anything outlined, everything chilled and shit. Tomorrow back to bizznezz - I just wish the semester's over for Chrissake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe I spent the whooole week wanting to get wasted or something, haha shit's funny the only thing alcohol I got was a zippo I took today. This week was weirddo, but to be honest it wasn't that bad. I'm off I think I'll get some bedlove now... ciao babe :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope u just liked it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111198379164787977?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111198379164787977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111198379164787977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111198379164787977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111198379164787977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-of-twentyfourhours-sun-week.html' title='The end of a TwentyFourHours Sun week.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111181615831602396</id><published>2005-03-26T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:27:48.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viernes al Sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="593" alt="Viernes al Sol" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/realityshow1.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello blog... Today I went to the beach with Amaury and Gabb. I woke up at 8:15 and took a bath, had all my things done and awaited till 9:30 for Amaury. We went straight to Embassy, at first the place was nice, calm and quiet, but then people started to arrive like one mase man, sort of a stamped. Something near 2:00 we decided to go to JuanDolio, no joking here, we spent like 35 minutes just trying to go out from Embassy's parking lot. After that we got into a beautiful piece of beach that Gabb said, it was wonderful - The sand, the waves, the water, the beach itself - Perfect. Something near 5:00 we came back home so I got at my place something near 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that we were going out or something, but nothing showed up, so I stayed at home, just doing nothing and talking on the phone. I'mabout to roll to the blankets so I'm off it'll be a nice-hard day tomorrow so I better go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;br /&gt;U weren't there when u were supposed to be there. U dessim I.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9652896-111181615831602396?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111181615831602396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111181615831602396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111181615831602396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111181615831602396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/viernes-al-sol.html' title='Viernes al Sol...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111180069060429716</id><published>2005-03-26T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:20:54.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Q-bus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 10px; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="593" alt="I wish You were here" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/MondayLight/realityshow.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dig my toes into the sand&lt;br /&gt;The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Strewn across a blue blanket&lt;br /&gt;I lean against the wind&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that I am weightless&lt;br /&gt;And in this moment I am happy.. happy&lt;br /&gt;I lay my head onto the sand&lt;br /&gt;The sky resembles a backlit canopy&lt;br /&gt;With holes punched in it&lt;br /&gt;I'M counting UFOs&lt;br /&gt;I signal them with my lighter&lt;br /&gt;And in this moment I am happy.. happy&lt;br /&gt;The world's a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;And I am not strapped in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hold with care&lt;br /&gt;But my hands are busy in the air saying: I wish you were here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted u so there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111180069060429716?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111180069060429716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111180069060429716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111180069060429716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111180069060429716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-q-bus.html' title='In a Q-bus...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111173113591579068</id><published>2005-03-25T06:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:12:15.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A notsonormal day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello blog, I did muchnothing today, I mean I did a lot of things but they came to be nothing. I woke up at 11:00 and I went to George's to pick up a soccer ball, but George's brothere wasn't there so neither the ball. Anyways I stayed there and chilled a bit with the guys, then I went back home and had some food. At 3:00 I went to Emil's to prepare this little thing we're working on - The Horror Show - together with some friendz. After that Emil took me to Amaury's and we hung around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think we're going to the beach tomorrow. I hope it nice, someting funny and unusual. I wish I could get the soccer ball. I'm off now, bye blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't u dare to fuck with the Fulton-Rockaway boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111173113591579068?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111173113591579068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111173113591579068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111173113591579068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111173113591579068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/notsonormal-day.html' title='A notsonormal day.'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111164479875242544</id><published>2005-03-24T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T02:13:18.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty moments... Impossibles to let go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I was mad... but then I went out with Amaury in a quest for somethingtodo and it turned into something kOoL. First I woke up at 12:45 and jumped from my bed to my brother's bed, placed "ClockWorkOrange" in the DVDplayer and remained there till 2:somethinglate. After that - And here is where I start to get mad - I went to college, because my stupidasshole teacher said he was about to give us the grades we got on the exam, well guess what... he didn't, and that jerk said he wasn't feeling like giving classes. My moma picked me up and we went to get some things at this place I dunno, then I went back to college and awaited there till 8:00 just to find out that my other bigasshole teacher wasn't feeling like giving classes either. BLAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came here and did nothing, got infront of the PC and dunnoed, then switched to my room and started "ResidentEvil Apocalypse" but I didn't even get to the middle part. Erika told me she was going out so we met out there. We went to the park - BLAH!!! - And then Amaury and I took a ride around the city, just to end up at a Gas Station, ate a couple of sandwishes and drive back home. In the coming back we got this Snoop's song on the radio, nice shit. I'm off to the pillows, catcha later~! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be here now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111164479875242544?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111164479875242544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111164479875242544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111164479875242544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111164479875242544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/empty-moments-impossibles-to-let-go.html' title='Empty moments... Impossibles to let go...'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9652896.post-111155491783420742</id><published>2005-03-23T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:43:32.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey dude, u know where can I get some cronic?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sup blog? ...I'm ok, I just saw this movie "Harold and Kumar go to the White Castle" hahaha that movie's so fucking funny. U never imagine a dude asking for cronic at Princeton, hahaha, or prepgirls doing fucking shitwar. That movie really got my mood upleveled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking backwards my day was really nice today, I mean I slept well, woke up late, ate good homemade food, went to college and just got one class. By the time I got here it was something near 6:30 so I got online and did some things. Right at 9:something I went and rent some movies with my mom, and that's it. I just have 2 more hours of class, and I'm free for the week. I'ma blaze some shits up, hahaha - Springbreak here I go :) - And soon the semester will meet May and it'll be over, then: Boston here I go!!!!! YAYY!! ;)... Catcha later babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mario, thanx for the movie advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9652896-111155491783420742?l=ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111155491783420742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9652896&amp;postID=111155491783420742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111155491783420742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9652896/posts/default/111155491783420742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashesofacurrentlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-dude-u-know-where-can-i-get-some.html' title='&quot;Hey dude, u know where can I get some cronic?&quot;'/><author><name>Socrates Pena-Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675138087749315902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRknuoPeq0o/TqhO-vEpWrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XoDGDxcFFw8/s220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
