<?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-31868339</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:38:38.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlitos...A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31868339.post-115483142622683951</id><published>2006-08-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:32:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;I know I was supposed to write on sunday but the trip ended shorter than we expected. I'll tell you. Well, my dad got the job :) so everyone's happy. We were going to another city today to return to my country tomorrow, but the street was closed because of something we were to desperate to even care (we stayed there like for an hour and we only drove like 100mts) So we're here. I bought a painting for my room, two cats, really cute, maybe I'll take a picture and post it here. My friend Adri Araujo went on a date today, the guy kissed her, she's very, very happy. I went with my sister to the mall just a couple of hours ago to get her birthday presents, she's turning fourteen on the 17th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I send a mail to the guy I love telling him how I feel, so there's no turning back. He's on vacation somewhere in the world. I'll have to wait probably 'till monday afternoon. :S that's bad 'cause I'm so nervous!!!! What will he say? How will he react??? God, why is life so heart-fastener sometimes!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My dog got a haicut. My hair is kinda long, but I swore to myself I wouldn't cut it until I get a response from my guy. I watched the Pirates of the Caribbean with me sis. Nothing much to write. I'll write tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31868339-115483142622683951?l=carlitosfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115483142622683951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31868339&amp;postID=115483142622683951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115483142622683951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115483142622683951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-i-know-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31868339.post-115457223625783208</id><published>2006-08-02T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:21:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I know, I didn't write yesterday... but it was a kinda busy day. I went to the supermarket with Bertha and some other places, we spend like 2 hours in the bank, but it was fun. I got home, made some homework and watched this movie, um, "Little Black Book" great movie btw... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So today was a fine day, at 9:30 Bertha came to pick me up and we went to Adri Hill's house to study, but we couldn't. They found out about my addiction for chocolate, we made some brownies, looked at old yearbooks, kid, Adri's dog, Piska, threw up 'cause she gave her chocolate, and we also watched her prom party video. Sad thing was that Bertha told us about some problems she's got with her father and stepmother, problems I'm not going to mention as they are hers, not mine. But she's dealing with something big and Adri and me are trying to help her. I burnt a cd with songs that help me get through hard times, like "Life Goes On - LeAnn Rimes" "Don't Worry 'Bout a Thing - SHeDAISY" "I'll Always Be Right There - Michelle Branch" "Let Me Fall - Alexz Johnson" or "Who's to Say? - Vanessa Carlton" (my favourite artist) among others. I'll also write her a letter, for neither Adri nor me will be home for the rest of the week (She's going with her boyfriend and his family to the country and my family and I are going to Guatemala, my father wants to do some business with a guy who owns a country club) so Bertha is going to stay all alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'll write on sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31868339-115457223625783208?l=carlitosfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115457223625783208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31868339&amp;postID=115457223625783208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115457223625783208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115457223625783208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/2006/08/helloi-know-i-didnt-write-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31868339.post-115439227733486784</id><published>2006-07-31T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:39:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hello again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This day was kinda good kinda bad... well, I may start by saying today we cleaned the house, I mean to say that we had to trow away everything we didn't use anymore, it was a total mess... anyway, my room is all neat again, so happy I eat something and come to the computer to chat a little bit in the msn messenger, I noticed 3 pepople added me to their contact lists, it was really weird, it is even bizarre when two people you don't know add you the same day. So this 3 guys want to beat me up 'cause they say I hurt their cousin... that's right, my "Super Ex-Girlfriend" again. Apparently she told them I liked to hurt her feelings, and that during our "rough period" she wanted so bad to talk to me and that I wouldn't talk about it, which is a total lie as it was the other way around. I got really pissed, I really want her to stop her obsession, she's ruining my life!!! Well, so I called her and obliged her to listen to me, and told her everything I thought. "A relationship is based in trust, you didn't believe me there was nothing going on with this girl... a relationship is based in honesty, you wouldn't event talk to me, though you told about this problem everybody else, and third, you are a hipocrite... you told me you wanted to meet the girl and that you liked her, but you told everybody that I pressured you to meet her and that you hated her... we were over, we are over now, so stop it, you are NOT the victim, now I AM, so stop stalking me!" she said she was sorry... like I don't know she just wants me to feel bad and sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I told another friend, Matilde, I was bi, it came out good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had my violin lessons, I like the lessons, I hate my motherfucker cocksucker son of a bitch teacher. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:@&lt;/span&gt; I hate him, he thinks I'm going to make my living out of playing violin... I want to be a prosfessional for God's sake and I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my career!!! He also gave me a lot of homework, that along with my college homework mean bye bye vacations... Hes mad and angry and unpatient, I told my mom he was a student too, but he liked to give lessons, she didn't like it and I'm changing accademy :D yay! just one more class with that worm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I left 2 seashells outside the house of my friend Bertha after class, she came over just a moment ago to say thanx and to talk about my Emma Thompson problem (yep, yet another "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" reference) She had to go to waking so the visit was quick, but I could tell she was really thankful about the seashells, and I was really realifed to talk to somebody about my bad day. But as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chayenne Kimball&lt;/span&gt; says in Hanging On: "I had a bad day... I'm gonna laugh about it!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I shall say goodbye, but today I'll leave you with a song that describes me perfectly, if you read its lyrics you'll know exactly how am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hilary Duff &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm an angel, I'm a devil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sometimes in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm as bad it can get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And good as it can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm a million colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am all extremes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try figure me out you never can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many things I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm someone filled with self-belief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And haunted by self-doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got all the answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nothing figured out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to be by myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm up and I am down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's part of the thrill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of all of the things I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I amI'm a million contradictions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I make no sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm not sure who I am"&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/h/hilary_duff-4265/hilary_duff-19941/i_am-264109.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31868339-115439227733486784?l=carlitosfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115439227733486784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31868339&amp;postID=115439227733486784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115439227733486784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115439227733486784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-again-this-day-was-kinda-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31868339.post-115431163435457735</id><published>2006-07-30T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:16:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Welcome Vacations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sure... okay, in my country we take a week for national celebrations, parades everywhere... So adults stop working, kids stop going to school and we young people also get to cut off college. I started this week by taking a family trip to the beach, which btw I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so since I woke up I knew it would be a not so great day, and it certainly was... at first. My family got all dressed up to go to mass at 8:00 in the morning, but I had gone to mass the day before in the afternoon, so the same preaching was waiting for me, pity I dressed as if we were directly going to the beach and had to wait inside the car for like an hour... damn... Finally we got there by 10:30, the guy who cleaned the pool left it empty, so my dad called him but he said he was unavailable, after he hanged up he started cussing the guy, I've never seen my dad get so mad so rapidly. Hamacs were wet, so we couldn't use them. I felt kinda happy, cause all of this would mean we wouldn't be staying long. I picked a seashell for Bertha cause jocking she asked for one, but I think it will be a nice detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Great and lasting friendships don't come quickly, to get it you must do all sort of tiny demostrations of it, it means you care, because in small details comes a great deal of love. I've heard a true frienship is like a plant of slow development, you must take care of it, pour water, let it receive proper amount of sun and fertilize it now and then, so it can crow healthy and beautiful. And I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After I got home I went directly to rent a couple of movies, well, 5 in total, I just watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I heart Huckabees&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it was really cool. It was about a gay who saw this black guy three times in three different places and fount a card of this couple who treated existential issues. They said that the universe, history and infinity was perfectand that casuality dind't exist, it was a matter of destiny. Then he meets this woman who sais that neither casuality nor perfection in the cosmos existed, only chaos, we are what we are and we had to deal with it, do wrong if you have to cause you would receive it anyway. At the end the guy discovers neither of the stuff was real, there isn't destiny, you make it happen; there are no casualities, but events made by our choices; you are not want you're meat to be, you are what you want to be... Events in our life have made us who we are, but there's always room for change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31868339-115431163435457735?l=carlitosfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115431163435457735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31868339&amp;postID=115431163435457735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115431163435457735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115431163435457735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-vacations-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31868339.post-115422327845429266</id><published>2006-07-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:14:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hello readers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm 16 years old, and though I just started college and have older friends and tend to meet older and mature people, I have the traditional issues and urges and feelings and mood as any other 16 year old in the world. I like chick flicks, musicals and some blockbusters, but only some. About music I like: pop, dancehall, instrumental and, rarely, random stuff. I like to dress well, I am a very social person but I'm very picky with friends, though I may have many (if 15 is a really big number) best friends. Good friends I've got more. I love my family and am learning french and take violin lessons every monday. I'm a very outgoing guy and get hyper very often. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a summary of how my life is going right now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;started the pre-college course in one of the best universities in my country but due to the ambiant, and other personal reasons (not that it was hard, it was actually fine) I switched to another university... not with the same reputation yet as almost as good (if not better) in my area. Did i mention I'm studying psicology? Well, in fact, I am. The reason I picked this career is because I love interacting with people, and as every person is different from another my job will be unpredictable, always different and, above all, fun. I know I'll enjoy every second of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;About friends and new friendships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My best friend's names are Rafael and Rubén, we've been friends since 2nd grade, we are alike in many ways and they are really great people, you can trust them, have nice talks, and enjoy the same things. We know each other pretty well. I got some other GREAT friends, but they are too many to write about them all right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, my friend Rafael had a friend who, casually, was going to study psicology in the same university I was transferring to, so we were introduced and became super friends in a couple of weeks. Her name: Bertha, she lives in the same block as I do and we both share fear for cockroaches. She, too, introduced me to two other girls, classmates of mine, Adri Hill and Grecia. With the first you laugh out loud all the time, the second one is actually very shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I also got a classmate whose name is Riccardo, he's class '05 from my same school, he was an underdog back then but he seems like a nice person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"My Super Ex-Girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I broke up like 6 weeks ago after going out for 11 months with this girl. First we did it 'cause I didn't know how much time I would have to dedicate to college but then it turned into a nightmare... She would try to figure out where would I go and with whom. Once she even called me when I was at the mall with some friends!!! She got jealous of this great friend of mine, Fatima, and she said it was because she didn't know her, so she asked me for her e-mail adress and started to talk to her, she told me she liked her, but she told everybody else that I had pressured her to meet her and that she didn't like her, she also said I wouldn't talk to her though it was the other way around. Long story short, the breakup is definitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, I'm bi... You have to know as if you read this is because you want to know me. I liked this guy at school (a boys only private catholic school) and he sometimes gave signs like he liked me too... he would stare at me during class, touch my humps, and other stuff. Once all people found out he blocked be from his buddy list and got a girlfriend. Two days after we graduated he unblocked me. He also asked me a lot of questions about my sexuality a couple of weeks ago out of the blue. Rumour has it that he doesn't love his girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, you know in a very vague way who am I and what's going on with my life right now. I'll keep writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Good Afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&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/31868339-115422327845429266?l=carlitosfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115422327845429266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31868339&amp;postID=115422327845429266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115422327845429266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31868339/posts/default/115422327845429266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlitosfreak.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-readersi-am-meim-16-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646300249388695302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
