tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63506742008-07-26T17:00:27.416-05:00accusor's blog :: Hernando José Díaz Lesmesaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-72837897333162208242008-07-26T03:12:00.006-05:002008-07-26T17:00:05.175-05:00drunkI'm kinda drunk right now and I could say I was kinda happy sometime across the night, but now I'm just feeling sad and lonely...<br /> <br /> It was really nice to spend some time and talk with her again... only if things could be as it were before I made such a stupid mistake...<br /> <br /> worst of all? I still <span style="color: #000;">like her...</span><br /> <br /> <b>Update:</b> No, I'm not feeling sad and lonely because of her, it's just a feeling that has been with me lately...accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-74935032671167053182008-07-08T23:58:00.004-05:002008-07-09T00:09:33.249-05:00speechlessI'm getting bored of this, I'm just trying to help as I've done in the past and again I was lectured for doing it...<br /> <br /> Why things weren't different? always a candidate, never a winner...<br /> <br /> More and more reasons to quit.accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-4145364560707137962008-06-28T20:40:00.002-05:002008-06-28T20:44:58.897-05:00worth it?things like <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=15739969885">this</a> makes me wonder if it's really worth it...accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-84433740203354029962008-05-17T23:06:00.002-05:002008-05-17T23:13:54.771-05:00fallido intentoThis could have been the best week of the year for me, but since I haven't learnt from my mistakes everything is going down hill...<br /> <br /> now I just have to remove another name from my list of friends....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-37747103890379971052008-05-05T22:22:00.003-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.449-05:00staff<center><table style="width: auto;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5197099831343177938"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/accusor/SB_Owt1z4NI/AAAAAAAAD3c/O4CggtsfD9w/s288/Andre_0006.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></tbody></table></center> Mike: Lo mejor de ser del staff es que sabes que a donde vayas, encontrarás alguien que te tienda la mano, un sitio donde quedarte, una frazada y un plato de comidaaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-71508459530040429122008-03-03T13:37:00.004-05:002008-03-03T13:59:04.669-05:00I wish...<center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5173582868835229218"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/accusor/R8xCNVj4XiI/AAAAAAAADzo/SA7jhitzxeU/s288/Boy_0021.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></center><br /><br />I made a wish some time ago, too bad it didn't come trueaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-6217550569174755592007-10-03T20:08:00.000-05:002007-10-03T20:15:21.941-05:00careless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://accusor.net/blog/uploaded_images/Christ_0010-723404.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://accusor.net/blog/uploaded_images/Christ_0010-723395.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <br />sometimes I just want to get careless about everyone and everything.accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-59544657457298063582007-09-06T21:25:00.000-05:002007-09-06T21:27:07.193-05:00Do you remember this?<center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZcOq-_6KWg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZcOq-_6KWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /> <br /> I was looking for some old files and found this :)accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-61228819638633972482007-08-19T23:47:00.000-05:002007-08-19T23:50:57.527-05:00layout 2I'm still playing, and since I received some complains about the scheme color, I added a button to let you choose between 2 different layouts. oh, and it will remember your choice, so next time you visit my blog, you will see the layout you've chosen last time <b>;)</b>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-58929222051847946012007-08-18T16:41:00.000-05:002007-08-18T16:43:22.331-05:00layoutI was playing with the layout of the blog this morning, and this is the result....<br /> <br /> any comments?accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-59499069891890421532007-08-03T21:25:00.000-05:002007-08-03T21:32:29.281-05:00worthless?Puede que pienes que no valgo la pena, pero has sabido demostrarme que tú tampoco la vales....<br /> <br /> Brindo por las mentiras que me dijiste, las que me dices y las que le dices....<br /> <br /> Sólo espero que recuerdes que nada está oculto entre el cielo y la tierra, que algún día comprendas que debes aceptar las consecuencias de tus actos.<br /> <br /> Espero que nunca sufra lo que yo sufrí....<br /> <br /> LuN.....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-63963599864884164882007-07-03T00:31:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.450-05:00awesome<center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082843912478713298"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/accusor/Ronjm7wM5dI/AAAAAAAABa4/wHzb1QMti3w/s144/Melgar_0061.jpg" /></a></td><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082844195946554882"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/accusor/Ronj3bwM5gI/AAAAAAAABbg/WPWWMss1zQ0/s144/Melgar_0067.jpg" /></a></td><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082844299025770002"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/accusor/Ronj9bwM5hI/AAAAAAAABbo/o1i1riG6yZ8/s144/Melgar_0077.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082843998378059234"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/accusor/Ronjr7wM5eI/AAAAAAAABbA/D7bUB1zGYYs/s144/Melgar_0065.jpg" /></a></td><td><center><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082844101457274354"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/accusor/Ronjx7wM5fI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dxmaT0z1A54/s144/Melgar_0066.jpg" /></a></center></td><td><center><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente/photo#5082844565313742386"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/accusor/RonkM7wM5jI/AAAAAAAABb4/4J9Buun1Eos/s144/Melgar_0079.jpg" /></a></center></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/MelgarPuente">Melgar - Puente</a></td></tr></table></center> thanks!!<br /> <br /> Edit: if you want to see more pics you could go <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/entytina/PaseoMelgar04/">here</a>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-66385213549211112582007-06-21T19:23:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.453-05:00about accusorI've been invited by <a href="http://flederkrist.blogspot.com/">fleder</a> to do <a href="http://flederkrist.blogspot.com/2007/06/lo-que-me-faltaba.html">this</a>, so here I go!<br /> <br /> <blockquote> <ul> <li>Each blogger has to tell 8 things about itself</li> <li>Write this rules</li> <li>Choose 8 bloggers, write their names and invite them to play</li> <li>Leave a comment on the blog of each invited person</li> </ul> </blockquote><br /> <br /> <ol> <li>I'm a proud fan of football, but I only love 2 teams, <a href="http://www.atlnacional.com.co/">Atlético Nacional</a> and <a href="http://www.manutd.com/">Manchester United</a>, don't ask why<br /><center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5078685289772284962"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/accusor/RnsdXO7g_CI/AAAAAAAABOw/avwC6WX2zo0/s288/Era3_0054.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></center></li> <li>I hate to buy clothes</li> <li>I love to buy shoes! <b>:-)</b> (I buy shoes once per year though)<br /><center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5078685178103135250"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/accusor/RnsdQu7g_BI/AAAAAAAABOo/Gjzt0wQTenk/s288/Era3_0053.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></center></li> <li>I used to hate dancing, but it could be fun and not as hard as I thought it would be...</li> <li>I'm getting use to being an <a href="http://accusor.net/blog/2007/05/asshole.html">asshole</a>, but I'm trying hard to change it...</li> <li>I don't buy any pirated CD or DVD, that's why I don't have many of this things<br /><center><table style="width:auto;"> <tr> <td> <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5036030205960444946"> <img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/accusor/ReOSylBo3BI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ttqBnfgE-eI/s288/Era_0007.jpg" /> </a> </td> <td> <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5036030334809463842"> <img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/accusor/ReOS6FBo3CI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DF13EDKjpGU/s288/Era_0008.jpg" /> </a> </td> </tr> <tr> <td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"> From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a> </td> <td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"> From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a> </td> </tr> </table></center></li> <li>People use to forget about me</li> <li>as <a href="http://wiki.freaks-unidos.net/weblogs/azul/">someone else</a> wrote about me sometime ago <i>"I get sad often. Very often. Ok, always. I like to blog about how pathetic my life is. This is very funny and makes everybody laugh, which is why my blog got popular and I started making friends."</i><br /> <br /> That's how my life is and I don't have to add anything, so he did a great job.</li> </ol><br /> <br /> I'm not sure if everyone is going to accept my invitation, but here they are...<br /> <br /> <a href="http://scala-caeli.blogspot.com/">Valen/Lapa</a><br /> <a href="http://megres.spaces.live.com/">Mugres</a><br /> <a href="http://alfabravoteam.blogspot.com/">Alfabravo</a><br /> <a href="http://pensamientos_profundos.blogspot.com/">Laura</a><br /> <a href="http://www.geocities.com/b_redeker/">Redeker</a><br /> <a href="http://wiki.freaks-unidos.net/weblogs/azul/">Azul</a><br /> <a href="http://siramthar.blogspot.com/">Siramthar</a><br /> <a href="http://light-inside.blogspot.com/">ori</a><br /> <br /> I'm waiting....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-43218555480688872842007-06-04T00:23:00.000-05:002007-06-04T00:25:18.620-05:00become<center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/raKaEoDvXok"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/raKaEoDvXok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center> <pre>I say hello, but you're not here the thing I wanted the most and now there's nothing but tears Hello hello, welcome my fears being the best I could be anyone saw that I.. Try not to see what you did to me So you could be here I try not to breathe forbid me to feel So I could be... Won't you stop that What you're doing to me? It's gettin harder to live Won't you come back from the place that you're in And become what i need I say hello, there's no one here I'm all alone in this room And nothing seems to be clear Day after day, year after year And everything still's the same The only thing that has... Changed is that you Walked out of my life Without giving a reason or Why all broke down Into my own eyes Making me what I am so now ... Won't you stop that What you're doing to me? It's gettin harder to live Won't you come back from the place that you're in And become what I need Won't you stop that What you're doing to me? It's gettin harder to live Won't you come back from the place that you're in And become what I need Won't you stop that What you're doing to me? It's gettin harder to live Won't you come back from the place that you're in And become what I need <b>The Hall Effect- Become</b></pre>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-26598083703032309932007-05-29T01:27:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.454-05:00Tu Nombre<center><table><tr><td><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5069864590398397042"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/accusor/RlvG-9IHGnI/AAAAAAAABD0/m0-UONx41zM/s288/Julieta_0010.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></td><td><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5069864684887677570"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/accusor/RlvHEdIHGoI/AAAAAAAABD8/WjLRVcEZB1A/s288/Julieta_0014.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></center><br /> <br /> hay cosas que no deberían ser, pero son....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-45269826668136155422007-05-12T03:53:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.457-05:00asshole<center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/Compostela11052007/photo#5063598887775478002"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/accusor/RkWEXD7roPI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WAYgTbkSHQM/s288/Com_0048.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/Compostela11052007">Compostela 11...</a></td></tr></table></center> I'm the guy who talks with you about boooks, Renoir and Monet and I'm the one who gets a coffe with you. I'm the one who is always there when you need someone to fix your computer... the one you can call when you're feeling sad and you need to talk with somebody... I'm the guy who picks up the broken bottle.... but I realized I'm not the man you want to be with.... I'm just your best friend......accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-47244940766124844082007-05-10T12:17:00.000-05:002007-05-10T12:41:06.177-05:00I'm forever blowing bubblesI was watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385002/">this movie</a>, and the members of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Street">GSE</a> firm were singing this all the time:<br /> <br /> <blockquote>I'm forever blowing bubbles,<br /> Pretty bubbles in the air,<br /> They fly so high,<br /> Nearly reach the sky,<br /> Then like my dreams<br /> They fade and die.<br /> Fortune's always hiding,<br /> I've looked everywhere,<br /> I'm forever blowing bubbles,<br /> Pretty bubbles in the air.</blockquote><br /> <br /> this song is named Bubbles, wrote by Jaan Kenbrovin (actually this name is a pseudonym for the three men who wrote the song - James Kendis, James Brockman, and Nat Vincent)<br /> <br /> <center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR5AJPVzuf8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR5AJPVzuf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-79041316944537053312007-04-12T17:07:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.459-05:00Redeker was here<center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RedekerAtBogota/photo#5052658651835045314"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/accusor/Rh6mRhHulcI/AAAAAAAAArc/YsyrLxSVfy0/s288/Redeker_0001.jpg" /></a></td><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RedekerAtBogota/photo#5052658660424979970"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/accusor/Rh6mSBHulgI/AAAAAAAAArM/FilzUJZxcWc/s288/Redeker_0005.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RedekerAtBogota">Redeker at B...</a></td><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RedekerAtBogota">Redeker at B...</a></td></tr></table></center><br /> <br /> I'm really glad right now because I had the chance to meet this really nice guy <span style="font-weight:bold;">:)</span>, hope to see him againaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-23936256563404285642007-04-06T21:18:00.000-05:002007-04-06T21:57:53.330-05:00ScrubsI was talking with Carlo some minutes ago, telling him about the call <a href="http://pensamientos_profundos.blogspot.com/">you</a> gave me.... then, he recalled some episode of <a href="http://www.nbc.com/Scrubs/">scrubs</a> when J.D. and Elliot broke up.<br /> <br /> <blockquote>Dr. Cox: Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, won't they, and then they finally do and they're happy forever -- gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced, anyway. And I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, 'cause I do...believe in it. Bottom line...is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down.<br /> <br /> He continues speaking as we watch Elliot and J.D., in the break room, silently facing each other.<br /> <br /> Dr. Cox: [continuing] ....One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time, if it's right, and they're real lucky. One of them will say something.<br /> <br /> After one last look, Elliot turns and walks out of the room.<br /> Dejected, J.D. sits down.</blockquote>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-49076854530399019902007-03-09T00:04:00.000-05:002007-03-10T23:39:37.717-05:00rantingFrom now I'm going to write this blog in english.... don't ask why....<br /> <br /> what could I say about my life?? well, I'm swamped... I have to do a lot of things so I'm sleeping 2 or 3 hours per day and that makes me feel so tired.... I'm becoming a grumpy bastard<br /> <br /> I'm having a lot of troubles in my job so I think I should quit before things get worse. I need the money though... I'm not doing well at my University so I'm kinda sad due that... any advices?<br /> <br /> enough whining!!! time to move on has come!!!!<br /> <br /> I couldn't be happier of being a <a href="http://www.hattrick.org/common/workers.asp?leagueID=19">hattrick staff member</a>, I've met some great guys there... I mean, I can even consider some of them as brothers (Koldo, Grosso and Domingo, you know I'm talking about you! :P)... They've helped me with a lot of things on last months, and now I only have thankfully words to CHPP-Trixibelle, BC-Redeker, LA-Harald, HT-Johan, GM-CMarQueZ, GM-Nagucci, GM-Rlinney2001, and many other that I should mention... :)<br /> <br /> Of course, most of the people that I consider as friends were there to! some of them disappointed me, but that doesn't matter anymore! at least I know who will be always there<br /> <br /> as you could see <a href="http://www.last.fm/user/accusor/">here</a>, I've been listening kudai lately... it's a shame that they aren't what they used to be....<br /> <br /> PS: I got tired of lies.... it's too late....<br /> PS2: ok, I didn't tell <a href="http://expresioninstantanea.blogspot.com/">you</a> "happy international women's day" in time... my badaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-42963330084955626122007-02-26T21:21:00.000-05:002007-02-26T21:34:56.564-05:00Hanging Out I<center><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5036030077111426050"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/accusor/ReOSrFBo3AI/AAAAAAAAAZc/n2qu_u0ChQw/s288/Koko_0001.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></td><td><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/FunnyFriday/photo#5036015890834446642"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/accusor/ReOFxVBo2TI/AAAAAAAAATc/zjXLHxu57j4/s288/Papas_0050.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/FunnyFriday">Funny Friday</a></td></tr></table></td><td><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics/photo#5036014984596347138"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/accusor/ReOE8lBo2QI/AAAAAAAAATI/EUl693EuLWw/s288/Papas_0075.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/accusor/RandomPics">Random Pics</a></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></center><br /> <br /> ha sido bueno encontrarme de nuevo con personas a las que no veia hace mucho tiempo.... tambien fue bueno recordar tantas cosas y ver cuanto tiempo ha pasado... nuestros horarios que parecian de colegio, y como luego de clases nos poniamos a jugar cartas...<br /> <br /> tambien tengo que agradecerte porque hace mucho no pasaba un viernes tan chevere... en serio lo necesitaba... ojala se repita muy pronto :)...<br /> <br /> PD: vestir una corbata puede llegar a ser divertido... lo unico malo fue la razon por la que la use...accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-19815521243872895632007-02-17T22:44:00.000-05:002007-02-17T23:08:56.913-05:00divagando<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://accusor.net/blog/uploaded_images/CIMG0374-704706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://accusor.net/blog/uploaded_images/CIMG0374-702440.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><center><span style="font-size:8px;color: red">GM-CMarQueZ, GM-Accusor y freyre</span></center><br /> <br /> Recuerdo ese dia como si fuera ayer... no me importo estar trasnochado para levantarme temprano a alistarme, no todos los dias tienes la oportunidad de conocer una cancha como la bombonera (que de todas maneras me decepciono por lo chiquita).<br /> <br /> el almuerzo fue milanesa, en un restaurante cercano a la bombonera que se llama la cancha. por primera vez durante el viaje tuve la oportunidad de compartir mas que unos minutos con freyre, domingo y samira, y hasta tuvimos tiempo de comparar pasaportes :P.<br /> <br /> Domingo y Sami (su esposa) nos visitaron el fin de semana pasado... es bueno ver como de un juego online como <a href="http://www.hattrick.org/">hattrick</a> pueden salir grandes amistades....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-32495455039812435682007-02-16T11:17:00.000-05:002007-02-16T11:28:20.275-05:00escapar<center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPHFe0R2azY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPHFe0R2azY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /> <br /> <table width="80%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tr> <td colspan="3"> <center>Kudai - Escapar</center> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="30%" valign="top"> Veo sombras que se apagan<br /> Veo mil fotos del ayer<br /> Mil recuerdos que se acaban<br /> Queda un sueño aun por ver<br /> <br /> <b>Quiero escapar y despertar<br /> Sin saber del tiempo<br /> Quiero respirar sin nunca regresar<br /> Y quiero vivir quiero existir<br /> Sentir el silencio<br /> Ya no quiero hablar<br /> Sólo quiero encontrar un dia de paz</b><br /> </td> <td width="30%" valign="top"> Veo las calles del mañana<br /> Veo la ausencia del ayer<br /> Y mil sueños que se fueron<br /> Mil historias que se hundieron<br /> Como barcos que se pierden en el mar<br /> <br /> <b>Quiero escapar y despertar<br /> Sin saber del tiempo<br /> Quiero respirar sin nunca regresar<br /> Y quiero vivir quiero existir<br /> Sentir el silencio<br /> Ya no quiero hablar<br /> Sólo quiero encontrar un dia de paz</b><br /> </td> <td width="30%" valign="top"> <b>Quiero escapar y despertar<br /> Sin saber del tiempo<br /> Ya no quiero hablar<br /> Sólo quiero encontrar un dia de paz</b><br /> Yo solo quiero escapar (quiero escapar)<br /> Nunca regresar (y ya no quiero nunca regresar)<br /> Y quiero escapar (ya no saber jamas del tiempo)<br /> Y no regresar (sólo quiero estar en silencio)<br /> </td> </tr> </table> </center>accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-40690429619208031212007-02-08T21:35:00.000-05:002007-02-08T21:52:37.802-05:00forgotten<center></center> me sorprende la capacidad de la gente para olvidar(me)..... ya me canse de ver como "todo el mundo" piensa en lo hijueputa que soy con todos... en lo hijueputa que soy con mis papas... en lo hijueputa que he sido con laura... en lo hijueputa que he sido como amigo... en lo hijueputa que he sido como worker... en lo hijueputa que soy como compa;ero de trabajo.... en fin....<br /> <br /> aveces solo queda cerrar los ojos, aguantar la respiracion y esperar la ola que te va a arrastrar....accusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350674.post-22882354990580104182007-02-08T01:42:00.000-05:002008-07-24T23:10:31.461-05:00nobody's fool?<center> <a href="./images/rotated.jpg" style="border: 0px"><img src="./images/tn_rotated.jpg" style="border: 0px"></a> </center><br /> <br /> recuerdos, traicion, linux, php, ajaxaccusorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12147631060854331342noreply@blogger.com