<?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-6956085</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:02:42.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Samiq</title><subtitle type='html'>Stare at the moon at night and realize that there is much more out there than you really think, just imagine… dream about it and the world will come to u, just try and see!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-4049460924867694471</id><published>2009-06-15T04:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:36:03.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The windmills of your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;Round, like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning,&lt;br /&gt;On an ever spinning wheel&lt;br /&gt;Like a snowball down a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or a carnaval balloon&lt;br /&gt;Like a carousell that's turning&lt;br /&gt;Running rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on it's face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tunnel that you follow&lt;br /&gt;To a tunnel of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Down a hollow to a cavern&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun has never shone&lt;br /&gt;Like a door that keeps revolving&lt;br /&gt;In a half forgotten dream&lt;br /&gt;Or the ripples from a pebble&lt;br /&gt;Someone tosses in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on it's face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys that jingle in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Words that jangle your head&lt;br /&gt;Why did summer go so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Lovers walking allong the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Leave their footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Was the sound of distant drumming&lt;br /&gt;Just the fingers of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures hanging in a hallway&lt;br /&gt;And a fragment of this song&lt;br /&gt;Half remembered names and faces&lt;br /&gt;But to whom do they belong&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that it was over&lt;br /&gt;Were you suddenly aware&lt;br /&gt;That the autumn leaves were turning&lt;br /&gt;To the color of her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning,&lt;br /&gt;On an ever spinning wheel&lt;br /&gt;As the images unwind&lt;br /&gt;Like the circle that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"&gt;- Michel Legrand&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnJWtUfHH-o&amp;amp;feature=related" title="Michel Legrand - Windmills of Your Mind" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); text-decoration: underline; background-position: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-4049460924867694471?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4049460924867694471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=4049460924867694471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/4049460924867694471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/4049460924867694471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2009/06/windmills-of-your-mind.html' title='The windmills of your mind'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-112458008968168731</id><published>2008-12-18T15:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:14:32.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will possess your heart</title><content type='html'>How I wish you could see the potential&lt;br /&gt;The potential of you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's like a book elegantly bound&lt;br /&gt;But in a language you can't read just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when outside your window&lt;br /&gt;I see my reflection as I slowly pass&lt;br /&gt;And I long for this mirrored perspective&lt;br /&gt;When we'll be lovers, lovers at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject my advances and desperate pleas&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you let me down so easily&lt;br /&gt;So easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time, love&lt;br /&gt;You got to spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will possess your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death Cab for Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-112458008968168731?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/112458008968168731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=112458008968168731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/112458008968168731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/112458008968168731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-possess-your-heart.html' title='I will possess your heart'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-2705250427838080375</id><published>2008-12-11T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:22:07.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid</title><content type='html'>How many times must we go through this&lt;br /&gt;you've always been mine, woman i thought you knew this&lt;br /&gt;how many times must we go through this&lt;br /&gt;youll always be mine, cupid only misses sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we could end up broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;if we dont remember why all this started&lt;br /&gt;and if they try to tell you love fades with time&lt;br /&gt;tell them theres no such thing as time&lt;br /&gt;its our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-2705250427838080375?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2705250427838080375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=2705250427838080375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2705250427838080375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2705250427838080375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupid.html' title='Cupid'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-1449341421289924731</id><published>2008-05-04T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:19:46.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Time again has come that I throw meself thru this endless bits hoping to find meself in the lost words of me past, and some how, I end up searching for it in me own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for changes approach. My life is set to depart from its current sense of comfort and move towards a new challenge. A more public and life facing one. I am up to become a Tech Evangelist. What a ride it is gonna be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along these lines I will be moving out from my folks house once again as I think the time has come for me to set wind again into independence and try in one way or another to find meself in the emptiness of the solitude... this time though life is looking a bit more prominent in a way or another. I am set to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this past months and even full own year, I have come to accept a lot of my own peeves, and what somebody-else's are ignite by. I need to change and so it will be! For the best of all, for the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music! Ahhh I am currently listing to &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Roisin+Murphy/_/Ramalama"&gt;Ramalama&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/R%C3%B3is%C3%ADn+Murphy"&gt;Róisín Murphy&lt;/a&gt; and can't stop beat it with me head! It is so... NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how... I got lost for a minute here... Getting back to subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing this girl on and off for the last 4 weeks. I wish I could expend a little bit more time with her, but a couple of travels have got in between. She is coming back tomorrow. I got back on Tuesday. We will see each other this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps moving fast... I am listening to new music. Just got back from Coachella a couple of days ago. And life keeps changing. Switching. Evolving. I'm getting older I suppose... but all is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K time to hit the sac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-1449341421289924731?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1449341421289924731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=1449341421289924731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/1449341421289924731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/1449341421289924731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-4432930961062513685</id><published>2008-01-23T17:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:52:49.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Uff! It's been a long time since I haven't been around here... actually it's been about 10 months; and even though there has been lots of moments worth of sharing, I have I decided to keep them for meself or maybe just not to leave anything behind me past that will remind me of them. Only me mind knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year just started and with that another lost, this time this person not only left but took part of me heart with her. She left. Or I left. Or did we realized it was time to move on. Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of lies, feelings, lies and music. There is time for everything, I know... but time, what's that? Is there time for time? Is there love for time? - or the other way around. There should be nothing more than spatial emptiness to sleep for ever an ever... and ever; and then just be kissed by the emptiness of her space and realize that you are alone because that's the reason to life, reason to live... live without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Kill me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No- better not! Better be free, be all, draw on life! Be the canvas of your world and let them create next the master art of all that have ever been existed! Live!... gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italics of life! Helveticas! Go mad! Go crazy! Go go go go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause at the end: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE MY PLAYGROUND LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-4432930961062513685?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4432930961062513685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=4432930961062513685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/4432930961062513685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/4432930961062513685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-2178075010980010475</id><published>2007-03-01T19:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:06:03.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have a lover, &lt;br&gt;A lover like no other.&lt;br&gt;She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul, &lt;br&gt;and she teach me how to sing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shows me colours&lt;br&gt;when there's none to see,&lt;br&gt;Gives me hope when I can't believe &lt;br&gt;That for the first time&lt;br&gt;I feel love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a brother,&lt;br&gt;Well, I'm a brother in need.&lt;br&gt;I spend my whole time running,&lt;br&gt;He spends his runnin' after me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I feel myself goin' down,&lt;br&gt;I just call and he comes around,&lt;br&gt;But for the first time&lt;br&gt;I feel love. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My father is a rich man,&lt;br&gt;He wears a rich man's cloak,&lt;br&gt;Gave me the keys to his kingdom comin',&lt;br&gt;Gave me a cup of gold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He said, "I have many mansions&lt;br&gt;"And there are many rooms to see."&lt;br&gt;But I left by the back door&lt;br&gt;And I threw away the key. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I threw away the key.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, I threw away the key.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, threw away the key. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For the first time,&lt;br&gt;For the first time,&lt;br&gt;For the first time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wow... After Ijumped, it occurred to me:&lt;br&gt;life is perfect, life is the best.&lt;br&gt;It's full of magic and beauty...&lt;br&gt;opportunity and television. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And surprises. Lots of surprises, yeah.&lt;br&gt;And then there's that stuff&lt;br&gt;that everybody longs for...&lt;br&gt;but they only really feel when it's gone.  &lt;p&gt;All thatjust kind of hit me. I guess you don't&lt;br&gt;really see it all that clearly when you're...&lt;br&gt;you know...alive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess you could say my life only&lt;br&gt;really started about two weeks ago.&lt;br&gt;That's when I lost my best friend Izzy...&lt;br&gt;and found Eloise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eloise...she was something to live for.&lt;br&gt;And I guess that means&lt;br&gt;something to die for. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people said that she wasjust&lt;br&gt;a dumb slut, but I knew she wasn't dumb.  &lt;p&gt;Whatever Eloise was or wasn't&lt;br&gt;didn't matter to me.&lt;br&gt;She was the love of my life,&lt;br&gt;even though I hadn't actually met her...&lt;br&gt;..yet.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bono, The Million Dollar Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-2178075010980010475?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2178075010980010475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=2178075010980010475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2178075010980010475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2178075010980010475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-2997815622785815432</id><published>2007-02-22T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:30:06.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be your chaperone</title><content type='html'>Cant you hear those cavalry drums&lt;br /&gt;Hijacking your equilibrium&lt;br /&gt;Midnight hags in the mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;Where the pixilated doctors moan&lt;br /&gt;Carnivores in the kowloon night&lt;br /&gt;Breathing freon by the candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Coquettes bitch slap you so polite&lt;br /&gt;Till you thank them&lt;br /&gt;For the tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to defy&lt;br /&gt;The logic of all sex laws&lt;br /&gt;Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you be my chaperone&lt;br /&gt;At the halfway home&lt;br /&gt;Im a full grown man&lt;br /&gt;But Im not afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptunes lips taste like fermented wine&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed blokes on the ginza line&lt;br /&gt;Running buck wild like a concubine&lt;br /&gt;Whos mother never held her hand&lt;br /&gt;Brief encounters in mercedes benz&lt;br /&gt;Wearing hepatitis contact lens&lt;br /&gt;Bed and breakfast getaway weekends&lt;br /&gt;With sports illustrated moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to defy&lt;br /&gt;The logic of all sex laws&lt;br /&gt;Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you be my chaperone&lt;br /&gt;At the halfway home&lt;br /&gt;Im a full grown man&lt;br /&gt;But Im not afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beck, Sexx Laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-2997815622785815432?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2997815622785815432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=2997815622785815432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2997815622785815432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/2997815622785815432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-me-be-your-chaperone.html' title='Let me be your chaperone'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-6159155844158304817</id><published>2007-02-19T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:09:12.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My plot of life</title><content type='html'>I am still missing some closure post on the last one I wrote, although, I am just feeling like writing... I came home tonight just some minutes before 9pm or might have not even near there, I just can't remember, and for the sake of this post I don't think it matters. It's 11:48pm, I am sitting in me room, staring at my computer and realizing how words just pop out of me head and form sentences that somehow will make sense after I finish this single line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do this, just start typing... not minding on the reaction, if any, of what they might bring. Erasing, changing... even just not doing nothing; and it just doesn't matter, because the words only exist in me head, and for as much as I'd like to have them materialize in this endless bits, as I've wrote before, is just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have finished watching this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420223/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; - have to say I've been looking forward for this moment since I ever saw the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJbNKzwRFUw"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; in some cable station. I wonder why there ain't more pictures like this one. In fact we should only be allowed to watch movies like this ones - but wait! then it will just become routine and nobody would like to watch them anymore so lets not ask for that anymore... lets just enjoy those little moments when minds spots into the reality and mocks the way life is so ridiculous sometimes and just get it down in paper for somebody else to reenact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, yes! that marvelous ride we all ought to past by and that even when it comes to us in an unrequested way... it just smash us in the head and from time to time get us to pay her back from what we, in other moments, might think is unfair; but, it is in those moments when we live the life of our dreams that we just don't eve matter to stop and thank the world upon us for the moment and people we meet, we kiss... or not - but would like to - but for all those moments that take u up from the ground, lift u up into the air, gets u to play around in the air and then puff! u fall from 5 story buildings just to realize of how great some things are - by the way, please bare in mind this realization comes in those very moments when u are facing dead or desperation, and there are pretty much nothing left to do... so don't worry on trying, u are just DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those moments and those which have not even knock on my door yet, but I know will... is that I want to materialize this energy I am feeling within me... is just that I can't stop to think on how many great I people I've left pass by, how many - cause of pussyness of me self - I just don't approach in the right manners, and how many will never make it! But for those whom I make the effort for, even though, might not be the best I can get out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a bad way, not sarcastic - at all - just thank you! 'cause you've been part of this journey me book, me history, me novel... me comedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my plot, I don't know my ending... I might be a tragedy, else where a comedy - it just depends from the side of the glass u're looking at it - but it will eventually end up getting reenact by nobody else but me... being lived live, right now, right here and with the spot in the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, cameras... action!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-6159155844158304817?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6159155844158304817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=6159155844158304817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/6159155844158304817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/6159155844158304817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-plot-of-live.html' title='My plot of life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-6157138855631202308</id><published>2007-02-03T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:31:50.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I push, I pull</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A year has changed: a little bit more than a month ago... so many things have happened in me life during this last couple of months... I did lost someone, someone who thought me how to live life, someone who was there throughout me life and with who I shared all of my successes with... that was my grandma' Tita Ela. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was some hell of 2 weeks, she passed away on January 15th, and even though it is been 2 weeks after her death I just can't seem to believe it, me head play games with me and makes me think she is still alive and waiting for me @ home... I do miss her calls from there and then, just to ask me how I was doing; but such is life and I thank God for all that she gave me and me whole family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moving forward, the year has also brought some kind of loneliness thoughts. I turned 24 years old 2 months ago and me life seems kind of empty... I do have lots of friends, family, but no single one can fill up what I am lacking of right now: I hope this is just a rush of blood to me head and nothing more... and that as the days pass by the feeling gets more and more diminished or,  someone will appear to make it happen... let us hope!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a similar topic, I started hitting on this girl a couple of weeks ago although, just as it has happed before, the lack of confidence in meself and the magnificent thinking of me not been able to move on, makes me believe I'll never meet that some one, or if I did, I had already screwed things up... but like the documentary I watched last night stated: I need to start believing in things I can accomplished, just like I have done with my professional life... and get the Law of Attraction  do their work - Who knows?! I might end up with what I am asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do have acknowledged that I've done some improvements in girl-related matters, having a best chick friend for over a year, for the first time in a really long time, has got results, but there is still a long way to go... anyhow life is going and going...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd like to keep writing but I need to head off for a hair cut and I have people pushing me to go right now in me room, will continue this a bit later... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. Not all is bad, there is been some good stuff going on, will talk about it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-6157138855631202308?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6157138855631202308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=6157138855631202308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/6157138855631202308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/6157138855631202308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-push-i-pull.html' title='I push, I pull'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-9173954437557313323</id><published>2006-12-14T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:34:33.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy it, use it, break it, fix it</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am driving home from my best-friend house, I just past by to drop her home and then head to me place. Turned the radio on and this catchy music starts to play. I mean, it just cheered my way back home for 3min or so... so nice; had to search for its lyrics and why no its video... way inside of me head I knew I had it listed before... and even the performer... but had to search for it and got... here it is: Technologic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRKkGMtYal0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRKkGMtYal0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those looking for the lyrics (they are just amazing) here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it.&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it.&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it.&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,&lt;br /&gt;Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,&lt;br /&gt;Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,&lt;br /&gt;Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,&lt;br /&gt;Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,&lt;br /&gt;Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,&lt;br /&gt;Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,&lt;br /&gt;Drag it, drop it, zip - unzip it,&lt;br /&gt;Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,&lt;br /&gt;View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,&lt;br /&gt;Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,&lt;br /&gt;Cross it, crack it, switch - update it&lt;br /&gt;Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,&lt;br /&gt;Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,&lt;br /&gt;Turn it, leave it, start - format it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-9173954437557313323?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/musica?aid=S338EWkwAhL&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=music&amp;ct=result' title='Buy it, use it, break it, fix it'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/9173954437557313323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=9173954437557313323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/9173954437557313323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/9173954437557313323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/12/buy-it-use-it-break-it-fix-it.html' title='Buy it, use it, break it, fix it'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116520950768380202</id><published>2006-12-03T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:18:27.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my wonderwall</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noel Gallager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116520950768380202?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116520950768380202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116520950768380202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116520950768380202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116520950768380202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-my-wonderwall.html' title='You&apos;re my wonderwall'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116429831583208487</id><published>2006-11-23T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:11:55.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where</title><content type='html'>you know that feeling you get&lt;br /&gt;you feel your older than time&lt;br /&gt;you ain't exactly sure&lt;br /&gt;if you've been away a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you KEEP the receipts&lt;br /&gt;for the friends that you buy&lt;br /&gt;and ain't it bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;you're only just getting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it wont let go&lt;br /&gt;it sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it's touch and go&lt;br /&gt;i hope the tears don't stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and until you've repaid&lt;br /&gt;the dreams you've bought for your lies&lt;br /&gt;you'll be cast away&lt;br /&gt;alone under stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;alone under stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That it won't let go&lt;br /&gt;it sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it's touch and go&lt;br /&gt;i hope the tears don't stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it won't let go&lt;br /&gt;it sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it's touch and go&lt;br /&gt;i hope the tears don't stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it won't let go&lt;br /&gt;it sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;that it's touch and go&lt;br /&gt;i hope the tears don't stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oasis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116429831583208487?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oasisinet.com' title='Where'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116429831583208487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116429831583208487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116429831583208487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116429831583208487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/11/where.html' title='Where'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116412955692861355</id><published>2006-11-21T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:21:11.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Cycle</title><content type='html'>I've been getting little sleep during the last week, the reasons: most because of party. Although, partying is a normal thing or at least it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am getting closer to my 24th b-day my mind has started to shift away from the normal thinking that I've been used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are changing and the way I start looking at meself is changing as well... I am opening my eyes to new stuff or just destroying the barriers that were challenging me  from seeing reality. I am closing a cycle, starting in 2 weeks I will start my third 12 year cycle of life and it is scary... but such is life and I know as the days pass by that my experience is growing with me on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will this world take me? Gosh I wish I knew but as I am getting closer to the moment of the break thru I am starting to set me mind to you and the purpose of life: pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116412955692861355?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116412955692861355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116412955692861355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116412955692861355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116412955692861355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/11/close-cycle.html' title='Close Cycle'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116243788160568875</id><published>2006-11-01T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:30:09.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>I just finished up watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/a&gt;... marvelous piece of work. I had try to watch it before and never got the chance or just forgot about it, 'til last week this girl told me I should watch it... Life is as it is and you never know when opportunities will knock at the door it they just will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just before I started watching it I thought to myself how would it be if u could only go back in time and change a word, a gesture or a simple message that shouldn't left ur mouth in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, as I &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.uwo.ca/2004/March/23/arts_and_entertainment1.asp"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; right now, was inspired in a poem by Alexander Pope called Eloisa to Abelard... at one moment of the movie this portion of the poem gets quoted and made me go look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! &lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just marvelous and thought I should share it here... so I can remember about it later... no wonder what people could do to erase memoirs... here it is, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these deep solitudes and awful cells,&lt;br /&gt;Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,&lt;br /&gt;And ever-musing melancholy reigns;&lt;br /&gt;What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?&lt;br /&gt;Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?&lt;br /&gt;Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,&lt;br /&gt;And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,&lt;br /&gt;Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.&lt;br /&gt;Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,&lt;br /&gt;Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:&lt;br /&gt;O write it not, my hand — the name appears&lt;br /&gt;Already written — wash it out, my tears!&lt;br /&gt;In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,&lt;br /&gt;Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains&lt;br /&gt;Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:&lt;br /&gt;Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;&lt;br /&gt;Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!&lt;br /&gt;Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,&lt;br /&gt;And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!&lt;br /&gt;Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,&lt;br /&gt;I have not yet forgot myself to stone.&lt;br /&gt;All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,&lt;br /&gt;Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,&lt;br /&gt;Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,&lt;br /&gt;That well-known name awakens all my woes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!&lt;br /&gt;Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;I tremble too, where'er my own I find,&lt;br /&gt;Some dire misfortune follows close behind.&lt;br /&gt;Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,&lt;br /&gt;Led through a sad variety of woe:&lt;br /&gt;Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!&lt;br /&gt;There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,&lt;br /&gt;There died the best of passions, love and fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join&lt;br /&gt;Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.&lt;br /&gt;Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;&lt;br /&gt;And is my Abelard less kind than they?&lt;br /&gt;Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,&lt;br /&gt;Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;&lt;br /&gt;No happier task these faded eyes pursue;&lt;br /&gt;To read and weep is all they now can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.&lt;br /&gt;Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,&lt;br /&gt;Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;&lt;br /&gt;They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,&lt;br /&gt;Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,&lt;br /&gt;The virgin's wish without her fears impart,&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,&lt;br /&gt;And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,&lt;br /&gt;When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;&lt;br /&gt;My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,&lt;br /&gt;Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.&lt;br /&gt;Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,&lt;br /&gt;Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.&lt;br /&gt;Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;&lt;br /&gt;And truths divine came mended from that tongue.&lt;br /&gt;From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?&lt;br /&gt;Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.&lt;br /&gt;Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,&lt;br /&gt;Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.&lt;br /&gt;Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;&lt;br /&gt;Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,&lt;br /&gt;Curse on all laws but those which love has made!&lt;br /&gt;Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,&lt;br /&gt;Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,&lt;br /&gt;Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,&lt;br /&gt;August her deed, and sacred be her fame;&lt;br /&gt;Before true passion all those views remove,&lt;br /&gt;Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?&lt;br /&gt;The jealous God, when we profane his fires,&lt;br /&gt;Those restless passions in revenge inspires;&lt;br /&gt;And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,&lt;br /&gt;Who seek in love for aught but love alone.&lt;br /&gt;Should at my feet the world's great master fall,&lt;br /&gt;Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:&lt;br /&gt;Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;&lt;br /&gt;No, make me mistress to the man I love;&lt;br /&gt;If there be yet another name more free,&lt;br /&gt;More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,&lt;br /&gt;When love is liberty, and nature, law:&lt;br /&gt;All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,&lt;br /&gt;No craving void left aching in the breast:&lt;br /&gt;Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,&lt;br /&gt;And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)&lt;br /&gt;And once the lot of Abelard and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!&lt;br /&gt;A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!&lt;br /&gt;Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.&lt;br /&gt;Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;&lt;br /&gt;The crime was common, common be the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,&lt;br /&gt;Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,&lt;br /&gt;When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?&lt;br /&gt;Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,&lt;br /&gt;When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?&lt;br /&gt;As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,&lt;br /&gt;The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:&lt;br /&gt;Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,&lt;br /&gt;And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.&lt;br /&gt;Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,&lt;br /&gt;Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:&lt;br /&gt;Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,&lt;br /&gt;And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.&lt;br /&gt;Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;&lt;br /&gt;Those still at least are left thee to bestow.&lt;br /&gt;Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,&lt;br /&gt;Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,&lt;br /&gt;Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;&lt;br /&gt;Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,&lt;br /&gt;With other beauties charm my partial eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Full in my view set all the bright abode,&lt;br /&gt;And make my soul quit Abelard for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,&lt;br /&gt;Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.&lt;br /&gt;From the false world in early youth they fled,&lt;br /&gt;By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.&lt;br /&gt;You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,&lt;br /&gt;And Paradise was open'd in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;No weeping orphan saw his father's stores&lt;br /&gt;Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;&lt;br /&gt;No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,&lt;br /&gt;Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:&lt;br /&gt;But such plain roofs as piety could raise,&lt;br /&gt;And only vocal with the Maker's praise.&lt;br /&gt;In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)&lt;br /&gt;These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,&lt;br /&gt;Where awful arches make a noonday night,&lt;br /&gt;And the dim windows shed a solemn light;&lt;br /&gt;Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,&lt;br /&gt;And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.&lt;br /&gt;But now no face divine contentment wears,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.&lt;br /&gt;See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,&lt;br /&gt;(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)&lt;br /&gt;But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?&lt;br /&gt;Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!&lt;br /&gt;Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,&lt;br /&gt;And all those tender names in one, thy love!&lt;br /&gt;The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd&lt;br /&gt;Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,&lt;br /&gt;The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,&lt;br /&gt;The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,&lt;br /&gt;The dying gales that pant upon the trees,&lt;br /&gt;The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;&lt;br /&gt;No more these scenes my meditation aid,&lt;br /&gt;Or lull to rest the visionary maid.&lt;br /&gt;But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,&lt;br /&gt;Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,&lt;br /&gt;Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws&lt;br /&gt;A death-like silence, and a dread repose:&lt;br /&gt;Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,&lt;br /&gt;Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,&lt;br /&gt;Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,&lt;br /&gt;And breathes a browner horror on the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;&lt;br /&gt;Sad proof how well a lover can obey!&lt;br /&gt;Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;&lt;br /&gt;And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,&lt;br /&gt;Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,&lt;br /&gt;And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Confess'd within the slave of love and man.&lt;br /&gt;Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?&lt;br /&gt;Sprung it from piety, or from despair?&lt;br /&gt;Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,&lt;br /&gt;Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.&lt;br /&gt;I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;&lt;br /&gt;I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;&lt;br /&gt;I view my crime, but kindle at the view,&lt;br /&gt;Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;&lt;br /&gt;Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,&lt;br /&gt;Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Of all affliction taught a lover yet,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!&lt;br /&gt;How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,&lt;br /&gt;And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?&lt;br /&gt;How the dear object from the crime remove,&lt;br /&gt;Or how distinguish penitence from love?&lt;br /&gt;Unequal task! a passion to resign,&lt;br /&gt;For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,&lt;br /&gt;How often must it love, how often hate!&lt;br /&gt;How often hope, despair, resent, regret,&lt;br /&gt;Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.&lt;br /&gt;But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;&lt;br /&gt;Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!&lt;br /&gt;Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,&lt;br /&gt;Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.&lt;br /&gt;Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he&lt;br /&gt;Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;&lt;br /&gt;Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;&lt;br /&gt;"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"&lt;br /&gt;Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,&lt;br /&gt;Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.&lt;br /&gt;Grace shines around her with serenest beams,&lt;br /&gt;And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.&lt;br /&gt;For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,&lt;br /&gt;And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,&lt;br /&gt;For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,&lt;br /&gt;For her white virgins hymeneals sing,&lt;br /&gt;To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,&lt;br /&gt;And melts in visions of eternal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far other dreams my erring soul employ,&lt;br /&gt;Far other raptures, of unholy joy:&lt;br /&gt;When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,&lt;br /&gt;Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,&lt;br /&gt;Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,&lt;br /&gt;All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!&lt;br /&gt;How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!&lt;br /&gt;Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,&lt;br /&gt;And stir within me every source of love.&lt;br /&gt;I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,&lt;br /&gt;And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.&lt;br /&gt;I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,&lt;br /&gt;The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.&lt;br /&gt;I call aloud; it hears not what I say;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.&lt;br /&gt;To dream once more I close my willing eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!&lt;br /&gt;Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go&lt;br /&gt;Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,&lt;br /&gt;Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,&lt;br /&gt;And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.&lt;br /&gt;Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.&lt;br /&gt;I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,&lt;br /&gt;And wake to all the griefs I left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain&lt;br /&gt;A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;&lt;br /&gt;Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;&lt;br /&gt;No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.&lt;br /&gt;Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,&lt;br /&gt;Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;&lt;br /&gt;Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,&lt;br /&gt;And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?&lt;br /&gt;The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.&lt;br /&gt;Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn&lt;br /&gt;To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?&lt;br /&gt;The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,&lt;br /&gt;Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,&lt;br /&gt;Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thy image steals between my God and me,&lt;br /&gt;Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,&lt;br /&gt;With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.&lt;br /&gt;When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,&lt;br /&gt;And swelling organs lift the rising soul,&lt;br /&gt;One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,&lt;br /&gt;Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:&lt;br /&gt;In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,&lt;br /&gt;While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,&lt;br /&gt;Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,&lt;br /&gt;While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,&lt;br /&gt;And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:&lt;br /&gt;Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!&lt;br /&gt;Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blot out each bright idea of the skies;&lt;br /&gt;Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;&lt;br /&gt;Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;&lt;br /&gt;Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;&lt;br /&gt;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,&lt;br /&gt;Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;&lt;br /&gt;Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.&lt;br /&gt;Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)&lt;br /&gt;Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!&lt;br /&gt;Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!&lt;br /&gt;Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!&lt;br /&gt;And faith, our early immortality!&lt;br /&gt;Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;&lt;br /&gt;Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,&lt;br /&gt;Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,&lt;br /&gt;And more than echoes talk along the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,&lt;br /&gt;From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.&lt;br /&gt;"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)&lt;br /&gt;"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!&lt;br /&gt;Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,&lt;br /&gt;Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:&lt;br /&gt;But all is calm in this eternal sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,&lt;br /&gt;Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:&lt;br /&gt;For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,&lt;br /&gt;Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.&lt;br /&gt;Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,&lt;br /&gt;Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:&lt;br /&gt;Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,&lt;br /&gt;And smooth my passage to the realms of day;&lt;br /&gt;See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,&lt;br /&gt;Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!&lt;br /&gt;Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,&lt;br /&gt;The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,&lt;br /&gt;Present the cross before my lifted eye,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.&lt;br /&gt;Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!&lt;br /&gt;It will be then no crime to gaze on me.&lt;br /&gt;See from my cheek the transient roses fly!&lt;br /&gt;See the last sparkle languish in my eye!&lt;br /&gt;Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;&lt;br /&gt;And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.&lt;br /&gt;O Death all-eloquent! you only prove&lt;br /&gt;What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,&lt;br /&gt;(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)&lt;br /&gt;In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,&lt;br /&gt;Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,&lt;br /&gt;From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,&lt;br /&gt;And saints embrace thee with a love like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May one kind grave unite each hapless name,&lt;br /&gt;And graft my love immortal on thy fame!&lt;br /&gt;Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,&lt;br /&gt;When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;&lt;br /&gt;If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings&lt;br /&gt;To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,&lt;br /&gt;O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,&lt;br /&gt;And drink the falling tears each other sheds;&lt;br /&gt;Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,&lt;br /&gt;And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;Amid that scene if some relenting eye&lt;br /&gt;Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,&lt;br /&gt;Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,&lt;br /&gt;One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.&lt;br /&gt;And sure, if fate some future bard shall join&lt;br /&gt;In sad similitude of griefs to mine,&lt;br /&gt;Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,&lt;br /&gt;And image charms he must behold no more;&lt;br /&gt;Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;&lt;br /&gt;Let him our sad, our tender story tell;&lt;br /&gt;The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;&lt;br /&gt;He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116243788160568875?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116243788160568875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116243788160568875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116243788160568875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116243788160568875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116215150823128165</id><published>2006-10-29T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:56:30.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samiq's SM3 Automobile</title><content type='html'>It took some time thought it got here - to my hands. It's been a few months I've been after getting meself a new car. I used to owned a '89 Chevy Spectrum, I bought that one from my uncle and did the job for about a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to use that car in the mean time I'd save some money to buy me a better one. Well that day came about 2 weeks ago, when after visiting most of the Car Dealerships here in Costa Rica, I came along with the &lt;a href="http://www.renaultsamsungm.com/sm3microsite/index.jsp"&gt;Renault Samsung SM3&lt;/a&gt;.  at the Renault Agency; I've been driving it for 2 days and got to say it is one hell of a car... really nice, steady and the extras are just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Nissan Almera and after being redesigned by the guys over &lt;a href="http://www.renaultsamsungm.com/"&gt;Renault Samsung&lt;/a&gt;, they  came along with this model. Meself and my good friend Cesar bought the same car (his car is black, mine a dark blue) that way we got a really good deal in price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this footage over &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and wanted to share it with u guys... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9vpJrlrcnI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9vpJrlrcnI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116215150823128165?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.renaultsamsungm.com/sm3microsite/index.jsp' title='Samiq&apos;s SM3 Automobile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116215150823128165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116215150823128165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116215150823128165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116215150823128165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/10/samiqs-sm3-automobile.html' title='Samiq&apos;s SM3 Automobile'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-116154196459990071</id><published>2006-10-22T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:57:48.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or should I go</title><content type='html'>I really am not a political fan - I am tired of lies all over; though I found &lt;a href="http://www.thepartyparty.com/2006/10/12/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go/"&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt; over by watching &lt;a href="http://9.yahoo.com/"&gt;the 9&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; and thought I should blog it. It is so marvelous the way this guys putted it togheter... there other 2 videos this guys did, &lt;a href="http://www.thepartyparty.com/2006/10/10/sunday-bloody-sunday/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; about the worst president ever existed in the nothern-part-of-the-west-side-of-the-world and &lt;a href="http://www.thepartyparty.com/2006/10/10/imagine/"&gt;another one&lt;/a&gt; about the same guys singing Imagine. &lt;a href="http://www.thepartyparty.com/"&gt;Check them out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind time here is the not-always loved Mr. Prime Minister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1vwKZiDsY4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1vwKZiDsY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-116154196459990071?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thepartyparty.com/2006/10/12/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go/' title='Should I stay or should I go'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/116154196459990071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=116154196459990071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116154196459990071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/116154196459990071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/10/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or should I go'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115549474018157281</id><published>2006-08-13T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:50:57.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanità di vanità!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know there are movies, songs, books that pretty much create a mark in your life. I have tons of this bookmark in my head, that goes from smells to songs, even words, when used in a special manner remains me of certain part of my experience in this world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remembering this passages I came along with the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086358/"&gt;State Buoni Se Potete&lt;/a&gt;", which went by the name "Un Santo Para Los Niños" in my good dear spanish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This movie used to be shown every Holy Thursday @ 9am on Channel 4, since that channel doesn't go live any more... the movie lost track and created a big whole in all of the Costa Rican souls that watch it year after year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;None the less I digged a bit the web for it and came along with its soundtrack and the following video that is the icon of this marvelous film that showed us the life of San Felipe Neri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cduIGoSgoog"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cduIGoSgoog" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115549474018157281?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086358/' title='Vanità di vanità!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115549474018157281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115549474018157281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115549474018157281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115549474018157281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanit-di-vanit.html' title='Vanità di vanità!'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115377722736469079</id><published>2006-07-24T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:40:27.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Día Osvaldo</title><content type='html'>Ok so I just came across the following ad from Quilmes argentinian beer, so good it deserves a spot here... I mean what a great idea, an eith day called Osvaldo to expend it among friends drinking the best drink of all a cold beer! I cheer u che!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uiwpg4VhR1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uiwpg4VhR1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115377722736469079?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.quilmes.com.ar/' title='Día Osvaldo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115377722736469079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115377722736469079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115377722736469079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115377722736469079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/da-osvaldo.html' title='Día Osvaldo'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115315106900780065</id><published>2006-07-17T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:44:41.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Architect</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Architect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please design and build me a house. I am not quite sure of what I need, so you should use your discretion. My house should have somewhere between two and forty-five bedrooms. Just make sure the plans are such that the bedrooms can be easily added or deleted. When you bring the blueprints to me, I will make the final decision of what I want. Also, bring me the cost breakdown for each configuration so that I can arbitrarily pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the house I ultimately choose must cost less than the one I am currently living in. Make sure, however, that you correct all the deficiencies that exist in my current house (the floor of my kitchen vibrates when I walk across it, and the walls don't have nearly enough insulation in them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you design, also keep in mind that I want to keep yearly maintenance costs as low as possible. This should mean the incorporation of extra-cost features like aluminum, vinyl, or composite siding. (If you choose not to specify aluminum, be prepared to explain your decision in detail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take care that modern design practices and the latest materials are used in construction of the house, as I want it to be a showplace for the most up-to-date ideas and methods. Be alerted, however, that kitchen should be designed to accommodate, among other things, my 1952 Gibson refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To insure that you are building the correct house for our entire family, make certain that you contact each of our children, and also our in-laws. My mother-in-law will have very strong feelings about how the house should be designed, since she visits us at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you weigh all of these options carefully and come to the right decision. I, however, retain the right to overrule any choices that you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bother me with small details right now. Your job is to develop the overall plans for the house: get the big picture. At this time, for example, it is not appropriate to be choosing the color of the carpet. However, keep in mind that my wife likes blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not worry at this time about acquiring the resources to build the house itself. Your first priority is to develop detailed plans and specifications. Once I approve these plans, however, I would expect the house to be under roof within 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are designing this house specifically for me, keep in mind that sooner or later I will have to sell it to someone else. It therefore should have appeal to a wide variety of potential buyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make sure before you finalize the plans that there is a consensus of the population in my area that they like the features this house has. I advise you to run up and look at my neighbor's house he constructed last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like it a great deal. It has many features that we would also like in our new home, particularly the 75-foot swimming pool. With careful engineering, I believe that you can design this into our new house without impacting the final cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prepare a complete set of blueprints. It is not necessary at this time to do the real design, since they will be used only for construction bids. Be advised, however, that you will be held accountable for any increase of construction costs as a result of later design changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thrilled to be working on as an interesting project as this! To be able to use the latest techniques and materials and to be given such freedom in your designs is something that can't happen very often. Contact me as soon as possible with your complete ideas and plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My wife has just told me that she disagrees with many of the instructions I've given you in this letter. As architect, it is your responsibility to resolve these differences. I have tried in the past and have been unable to accomplish this. If you can't handle this responsibility, I will have to find another architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Perhaps what I need is not a house at all, but a travel trailer. Please advise me as soon as possible if this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took this from &lt;a href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2002/architect-p1.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115315106900780065?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2002/architect-p1.php' title='Dear Mr. Architect'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115315106900780065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115315106900780065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115315106900780065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115315106900780065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-mr-architect.html' title='Dear Mr. Architect'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115266316403279586</id><published>2006-07-11T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:14:31.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world and back to earth</title><content type='html'>Life is just a temporary matter in my spontaneous being... Whatever I do and however I do it, life is just a reflection of the actions that somehow have taken part in the infinity of the universe itself, no more, no less, it just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meself tells me something will happen, when and how I don't but I know it will, eventually... The girl I must wait for ought appear and if God wants will be mine... I've read so much and so little... The world is everyday smaller and at the end of this fingertips-typing is just a loosely mind thinking stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to all this? what is the world gonna do with me? when will all this be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? nah I am just being a fool with no love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115266316403279586?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115266316403279586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115266316403279586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115266316403279586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115266316403279586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/around-world-and-back-to-earth.html' title='Around the world and back to earth'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115224634232687829</id><published>2006-07-06T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:26:17.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>So tonight I was watching some tv and came out with a music video I haven't seen in a long time, the girl who sings has such a lovely voice and the song itself is amazing... I did some utube and came out with a posting of the video itself so I just wanted to share this with ya. Let me know if somebody read this stuff and likes it (err. watch it and like it) anyhow... will c ya around! Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJh5bX0BW44"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJh5bX0BW44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115224634232687829?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00008DCD2/ref=pd_bxgy_img_b/002-0355004-7749669?ie=UTF8' title='Flowers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115224634232687829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115224634232687829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115224634232687829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115224634232687829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115204780230784755</id><published>2006-07-04T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T15:18:59.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>And it is when I think the world can't get any loony that I find this kind of expresion that tells me there is much more in this world than just been mean... this is been you, check out the following video that was filmed in Paris by Claude Lelouch, enjoy boyz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWLPIT-geTs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWLPIT-geTs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115204780230784755?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115204780230784755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115204780230784755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115204780230784755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115204780230784755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/rendezvous.html' title='Rendezvous'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115203860502439634</id><published>2006-07-04T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:27:42.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica: Nur Naturliche Zutaten</title><content type='html'>So for those of u that don't know I am from Costa Rica, being around the world for the last few years but my base is down here in the middle of Central America... and as every Costa Rican I am quite proud of me contry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago Costa Rica played the most owful  world cup ever, though as neither of us expected such a shame of games, the Costa Rica Institue of Tourism invested quite a few bucks on the following ad that was expected to be shown during the half time of the Costa Rica games, plus some other moments during the day. So when either we ain't good @ futbol as of now, we do are good in what we have the most: Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please yourself with the following ad that I luckly found in YouTube.com and enjoy a peace of what we have to offer to the world, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCfjhCZzGHY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCfjhCZzGHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="255" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115203860502439634?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.visitcostarica.com/ict/paginas/home.asp?ididioma=4' title='Costa Rica: Nur Naturliche Zutaten'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115203860502439634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115203860502439634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115203860502439634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115203860502439634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/07/costa-rica-nur-naturliche-zutaten.html' title='Costa Rica: Nur Naturliche Zutaten'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-115142833103939428</id><published>2006-06-27T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:50:57.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are u?</title><content type='html'>There is no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here and where do we go&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-115142833103939428?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/main.asp?page=music.asp?Navid=7' title='Where are u?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/115142833103939428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=115142833103939428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115142833103939428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/115142833103939428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-are-u.html' title='Where are u?'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-114961296565713373</id><published>2006-06-06T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:00:42.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I know it's been a really long time since I post my experimentation definition... but well I got to say the final results made me realize of how music (specially when it's associated to ur own feeling) can manipulate ur perception of the world, and take u to places u've never thought of. I started my experimentation with a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samiq/sets/72157594150563443/"&gt;photo shoot @ El Castillo&lt;/a&gt; of my friends, I don't know why I did it, but as we were getting some beers I just pull out my camera and started shooting; gotta say it was a good shoot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My experimentation has gone for a long time now and have felt that it has opened my eyes in many ways from how I get to see the world - I will dedicate a full post to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I've also done some traveling during this time been - along with me music: first drove myself to the beach for holly week with me friend Ernesto to meet up with me family there; then on April 28th, I flew to Arizona to check out on a friend and friends, and enjoyed myself into the &lt;a href="http://www.coachella.com"&gt;Coachella Music Festival&lt;/a&gt; in California for the weekend with me really good friend Lacey and some of her friends - this is me &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samiq/sets/72157594144285841/"&gt;second chance @ this festival &lt;/a&gt;and have to say it was amazing, such an excellent lineup and to have the chance to share this with L was priceless; finally I've done a couple of more trips to the beach and mountain during the last couple of weeks - it's good to be in Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Back to Arizona a couple of friends and I kickoff our my new project code-named tibbi, under our new company called NGTSoft (and as some family have started to call it "Next Generation Technologies"), we have been doing some serious work on it for the last past weeks, and I think we have some future in it. I will post some more news on it once I get our company's website live (which I hope will come in the next couple of weeks - I am doing a lot of work to get it done).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Oh yeah, and one more thing: I got a new job as Software Architect a couple of months ago @ HP, so far so good; let's see what this new change will bring to me world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Cheers mate, will write on u later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-114961296565713373?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/114961296565713373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=114961296565713373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/114961296565713373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/114961296565713373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and time again'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-114264881742233076</id><published>2006-03-17T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:30:19.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night... the loneliest night of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A week ago I started posting again in my own places, kind of felt the way to express myself in writing-ways again, yet didn't found the time or the pleasure...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time goes by and even when I know I am still young I feel like I should somewhere else right now, today, and tomorrow… but for as hard as I try to make up me mind, I find myself struggling around with motionless work ~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What would it take for me to be my self to be only me… or at least to make up me mind for something that matters, or someone that matters, what?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music, graphics, computers, teaching, research, photography, travel, writing, singing, shooting (filming talking of course), design, selling, travel… for what I am sure I want to travel, have someone to pay for traveling and documenting what I see… what I live… what I am… I know all this talk about reality is a bit over sold these days, though I would like for someone to sponsor my life! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will do a test today: I will wear my Zen @ a party listening to the most relaxing music (or at least the most enjoyable) and will document my experiences, how people see me, how I see people, I will try to be me…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-114264881742233076?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/114264881742233076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=114264881742233076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/114264881742233076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/114264881742233076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-night-loneliest-night-of-week.html' title='Friday night... the loneliest night of the week'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113467763361461579</id><published>2005-12-15T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:13:53.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St Andrew's Hall</title><content type='html'>"I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat&lt;br /&gt;and viewed my life today, but I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;with a three armed man, you know I'll understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blind Melon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113467763361461579?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blindmelon.com/lyrics/nico/st%20andrews%20hall.htm' title='St Andrew&apos;s Hall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113467763361461579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113467763361461579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113467763361461579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113467763361461579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/12/st-andrews-hall.html' title='St Andrew&apos;s Hall'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113453585607425097</id><published>2005-12-13T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:50:56.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting, Waiting, Wishing</title><content type='html'>I was sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;br /&gt;You believed in superstitions&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you would see the signs&lt;br /&gt;But lord knows that this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t the lord no I’m just a fool&lt;br /&gt;Learning loving somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make them love you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang your songs I danced your dance&lt;br /&gt;I gave your friends all a chance&lt;br /&gt;But putting up with them&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t worth never having you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ve been through this before&lt;br /&gt;But it’s my first time so please ignore&lt;br /&gt;The next few lines because they’re directed at you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing your part&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not my scene&lt;br /&gt;Want this plot to twist&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough mystery&lt;br /&gt;You keep building it up&lt;br /&gt;But then you’re shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;But I’m already down&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I was in your position&lt;br /&gt;I’d put down all my ammunition&lt;br /&gt;I’d wonder why it had taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;But lord knows that I’m not you&lt;br /&gt;And if I was I wouldn’t be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Because waiting on love&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113453585607425097?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/main.asp?page=music.asp?Navid=7' title='Sitting, Waiting, Wishing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113453585607425097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113453585607425097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113453585607425097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113453585607425097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/12/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='Sitting, Waiting, Wishing'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113407065525774364</id><published>2005-12-08T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:07:19.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it 'long with me</title><content type='html'>So, it is being just a while, I've found that most of the time I show my bits around here is when I am down or near (down), so I will make a difference... I come today 'cause I am happy or better yet not down :) haha... this is good (and with a will to write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during this year I've been able to fly around outside my coutry home, a bit more than what I ever thought; made a lot of friends, and meet wonderfull girls (for a difference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been able to prove myself proffesionally and personally speaking way out from what, for the last years, have been my regular scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 23 last weekend and can't complaint about a thing... it's been the most celebrated b-day so far... with pre-celebration parties, presents, family party, more b-day celebrations; and a new thing this year: It was a double celebration. That's right I found meself a friend that was born the same day/year as I was, her name is Maria and is such a nice party gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures have documented my year alone so u will be able to look at them &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/samiq"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, where the repository for pictures from 2005 resides; I need to start thinking for the 2006 what will it be... anyhow, glad I post a happy (not-down) entry and no more of the same old crap... although it helps (I have to confess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my bits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113407065525774364?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113407065525774364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113407065525774364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113407065525774364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113407065525774364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/12/shake-it-long-with-me.html' title='Shake it &apos;long with me'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113324882624644882</id><published>2005-11-29T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:51:03.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An aknowledge of a chat</title><content type='html'>Sitting on my room, talking to my soul (as most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;mate of my life, mate of my dreams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I feel the moon rise… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the time that I feel, in the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights, no food, no drinks,&lt;br /&gt;and, as I see my time coming&lt;br /&gt;I just think on the minute that I am high…&lt;br /&gt;that I'm on higher grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World of words,&lt;br /&gt;world of souls,&lt;br /&gt;together and alone,&lt;br /&gt;together and waiting…&lt;br /&gt;for the time and place,&lt;br /&gt;for the place and time (that u'd come to my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air, sky and the rain…&lt;br /&gt;drops of my thoughts that will become life,&lt;br /&gt;drops of my soul that will become dream,&lt;br /&gt;'til I come to me self and see (reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just: an instant of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113324882624644882?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blindmelon.com' title='An aknowledge of a chat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113324882624644882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113324882624644882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113324882624644882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113324882624644882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/11/aknowledge-of-chat.html' title='An aknowledge of a chat'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113393308216137030</id><published>2005-05-29T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:16:21.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity of my life</title><content type='html'>Another day starts... another day that I am alone (I should be getting used to it)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last couple of weeks had been of complete self-exploring for me; I have meet this inner-self of me (yet another) of which I didn't have knowledge of... and even when the outcome hurts, in a way I knew it would be this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another failure in love: I cannot call it like that... it's more of a battle wrong played. A battle for something I shouldn't be fighting for, nor should I? I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I am completely sure of, is that I found myself (again) in my craziness and romanticism... going against the odd, irrational and non-sense searching for the impossible... it felt good 'til the very end, when everything fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113393308216137030?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113393308216137030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113393308216137030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393308216137030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393308216137030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/serendipity-of-my-life.html' title='Serendipity of my life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113393321662674566</id><published>2005-05-28T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:26:56.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as bag of candy... pick one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know, life is funny, it puts you in the sittuation for whatever reason, I meet this girl, amazing girl, and fall in love. Why? Who knows, it just happens... Then u cannot tell if it will work or not, noone has the answer for this, u still go and try... Fall once, twice and keep on falling (rule of live, maybe the next time won't be this hard - it will never happen) but u keep on trying... maybe one will fall with u, and then... We will realize that love aint logical... nor rational... it is special, pationate, friendly and by presedent not easy - but it is all this set of features that will eventually payoff all of the work and trouble... just by being aside of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life... a bag full of candy, pick one&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113393321662674566?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113393321662674566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113393321662674566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393321662674566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393321662674566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-as-bag-of-candy-pick-one.html' title='Life as bag of candy... pick one'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113393332077852327</id><published>2005-05-24T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:05:09.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is like a movie...</title><content type='html'>Sitting down, in front of bar... with one of my best friends; as minutes pass by I let her know of my feelings, which feelings? Those that I've been kept inside of me and that for the reason (s) that were I never speak about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This has been one of the greatest steps I've ever done regarded to chick philosophy, for the first time in my life (and not that the chance came by) I've got the chance to speak out my mind to a girl, not any girl... but The Girl. An regardeless of the come-out I feel fine; happy that I went thru that tunnel and came back alive; happy that I took the chance (even when it took of a friend to come all the way from cr to make things happen); and happy cause from the last weeks I finaly got a chance to expend it with her on a 1:1 basis.  - This girl cracks me up (in vegas)... private joke, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings went out of my chess, just like a 12 year old pal, speaking his mind to his classmate, I let her know how wonderful she is, and how my shyness had make me not to say nothing - She knew, and for the first time she accepted I'm shy (@ least when matter relates) and asked me not to be like that - if it were that easy for me... anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was emotional and fresh, variables of which I never thought came into play and made the terrain a bit harder... time constrains specially; I'm here for one more month only, I'll be back, but it will never be the same - logical way to put it, isn't it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were thinking - she mustly - Roxette made the entrance with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to ur Heart&lt;/span&gt;, and that was enough to made me realize we shouldn't be thinking, we should be listening... we should be togheter regardless of these variables, let's think of them when times comes...  but it wasn't my call, I've already made my move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113393332077852327?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113393332077852327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113393332077852327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393332077852327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393332077852327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-life-is-like-movie.html' title='My life is like a movie...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111621910471555664</id><published>2005-05-15T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:55:09.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I will stop to be a loser, and I will start to be me. The real me. To the hell with the stupid stuff. I need to be more aggressive on my decisions and remember the old me. The one that is very secure on its thoughts and the one that has get me up here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the statement of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111621910471555664?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111621910471555664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111621910471555664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111621910471555664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111621910471555664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/statement-of-my-life.html' title='Statement of my Life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111618520752546982</id><published>2005-05-15T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:59:39.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The tune of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting on my own, &lt;br /&gt;talking to my soul &lt;br /&gt;as my mother tells me: boy, it's time to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting on my own, &lt;br /&gt;grabbing to the sun &lt;br /&gt;as my fapther walks the line between the odds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause the life that's come to me (I never expected) &lt;br /&gt;'Cause the line that binds me to u (I&amp;rsquo;ll never expected) &lt;br /&gt;But when drawing lines (and&amp;nbsp;finding lifes) &lt;br /&gt;You will never expect them... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fearing on my own, &lt;br /&gt;talking to the sun &lt;br /&gt;as somebody walks inside and voids this song &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singin&amp;rsquo; on my own, &lt;br /&gt;yelling to my soul... &lt;br /&gt;as I show up to the world and be my own&lt;/p&gt;-Me, Untitled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111618520752546982?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://members.msn.com/members/samiq' title='The tune of my head'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111618520752546982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111618520752546982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111618520752546982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111618520752546982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/tune-of-my-head.html' title='The tune of my head'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-113393453300321205</id><published>2005-05-15T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:28:45.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of excesses: Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>It’s been a week since I got back from Las Vegas. First time in this city; I went there with a friend of mine, from CR, that came to visited me here in the states and to travel a bit around these different, yet interesting, lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up there from AZ (my current place of been) and it took us around 5 hours to get there, I slept most of the ride thru the desert since the night before I was part of an American-get-drunk-party with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I did not know what to expect. A lot of people have told me histories about the wonders u get to see there, though, it’s never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surrounds are not that nice, a typical Californian town out of the dessert. Just like driving thru San Jose (Costa Rica) on a Sunday. The good stuff, if called like that, is when you get to The Strip: Las Vegas, Blvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of dollars invested on magnificent buildings, each of them with unique features that will make their customers to get in there… and expend their money - It’s funny, it took us 1.5h to find the way out of the Caesar’s Palace Casino by our own. They don’t want u to leave, as more money you expend the better for us. We don’t care. We will never lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not an issue; you will find the way to get it. My way or the highway. For a simple guy that comes from a simple town in the middle of Central America is quite impressive; as u walk thru New York, New York you find your self amaze by the little details that make your time there unique; but wait, keep walking… out of the sudden the Statue of Liberty, standing there on the corner, welcoming all the tourist, will make you think these is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of people playing money… it loses all sense of acquisition: it’s jus a mean to entertain all those lonely hearts. What is the point? Isn’t that why people works for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, as I expend the day there, I had only one thought in my head and she wasn’t there, with me. Hundreds of miles away, close to the beach where ashes will become sand, part of this world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I start thinking on my sense. Am I strong enough? Where is my courage? All past knowledge on the art of seduction has vanish on the way, and I've become stupid… just like a 10 year old dude, trying to hit on it’s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. This is not for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expend the night on a shitty hotel and on the morning we finished walking the places we couldn’t make it the day before. At the end we had a great time… besides all the moral shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change my self and think positively about the world, I think that is the answer to all my questions. I am always finding myself thinking on how a moment could get scrub; so I will never get there. Let’s stop playing safe and let’s start enjoying the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. I have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-113393453300321205?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/113393453300321205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=113393453300321205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393453300321205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/113393453300321205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-of-excesses-las-vegas.html' title='The world of excesses: Las Vegas'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111369040871598479</id><published>2005-04-16T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:29:36.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as an odd thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Girl: &lt;/b&gt;definitely. life is just a very odd thing i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; the ultimate goal of life... try to understand and while u try, enjoy; cause if at the end u couldn't make it to the goal @ least u had a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111369040871598479?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aol.com' title='Life as an odd thing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111369040871598479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111369040871598479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111369040871598479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111369040871598479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-as-odd-thing.html' title='Life as an odd thing'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111335075506224500</id><published>2005-04-12T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:10:47.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... one word: lonelyness!</title><content type='html'>Why drink the water&lt;br /&gt;from my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Contagious as you think I am&lt;br /&gt;Just tilt my sun towards&lt;br /&gt;your domain.&lt;br /&gt;Your cup runneth over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't scream about&lt;br /&gt;Don't think aloud&lt;br /&gt;Turn your head now baby&lt;br /&gt;Just spit me out&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak of doubt&lt;br /&gt;Turn your head now baby&lt;br /&gt;Just spit me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why follow me to higher ground?&lt;br /&gt;Lost as you swear I am.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away your basic needs,&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance and vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December promise you gave unto me&lt;br /&gt;December whispers of treachery&lt;br /&gt;December clouds are now covering me&lt;br /&gt;December songs no longer I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Collective Soul, December&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111335075506224500?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.collectivesoul.com' title='... one word: lonelyness!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111335075506224500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111335075506224500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111335075506224500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111335075506224500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-word-lonelyness.html' title='... one word: lonelyness!'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111283859909312787</id><published>2005-04-06T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:46:34.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to go...</title><content type='html'>All these people they won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And we need a little time to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And half the reasons why I'm sketchin' all the time&lt;br /&gt;The result of this life in hell&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I think its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith is falling like the leave from atree&lt;br /&gt;The pockets both take it away&lt;br /&gt;The sun warms by body as I'm sitting on a swing&lt;br /&gt;Watching columbus clouds bring in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I think its time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is playing tricks on me all the time&lt;br /&gt;To let you know that I am real&lt;br /&gt;And all the worries you build up inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;The ones that make your world stand still&lt;br /&gt;....Mean you can feel&lt;br /&gt;That its time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fed up, are you fed up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that you could do better?&lt;br /&gt;Do I think that I know better?&lt;br /&gt;Do they think that they know better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king&lt;br /&gt;Blood red sunrise, and a breat to air that's clean&lt;br /&gt;I drink from the faucet, from the porch I take a pee&lt;br /&gt;I look at you through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Where you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and slip into another state of mind&lt;br /&gt;To let you know that I am real&lt;br /&gt;And all the worries you build up inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;The ones that make your world stand still, mean you can feel&lt;br /&gt;That its time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blind Melon, Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111283859909312787?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blindmelon.com' title='It&apos;s time to go...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111283859909312787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111283859909312787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111283859909312787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111283859909312787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-time-to-go.html' title='It&apos;s time to go...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-111257782998232514</id><published>2005-04-03T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:00:00.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... some things gotta give</title><content type='html'>It's been a long year&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone here&lt;br /&gt;I've grown old&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Fell to pieces and I'm still falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal of memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Fell to pieces and I'm still falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the years I've tried&lt;br /&gt;With more to go&lt;br /&gt;Will the memories die&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;Will I find you&lt;br /&gt;Can I find you&lt;br /&gt;We're falling downI'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Velvet Revolver, Fall to Pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-111257782998232514?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.velvetrevolver.com' title='... some things gotta give'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/111257782998232514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=111257782998232514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111257782998232514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/111257782998232514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-things-gotta-give.html' title='... some things gotta give'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-110167325946145979</id><published>2004-11-28T14:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:12:15.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some great reward...</title><content type='html'>So, I now it's been a while from the time I wrote for the last time, I've been a bit busy and it's 'til now that I find the time to write down what's new in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start by the fact that I am writting down from the G. Bush Airport in Houston, Tx. I've been here for 2 hours now, it wont be 'til 4 more that I would get to fly uptown to Phoenix, Az. I am on a biz trip to some of my employeer sites, for some training and some face to face meetings there, it is exiting since this is my first biz trip here in the US, I used to travel a lot to Bogota last year because of a training I received threre, from my previous company, but now I am standing from a point were I c things clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' d try to keep this uptodate as long as I stay here, so later on, I'll be able to recall the stuff I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This comming friday will be my 22nd birthday, I am planning to drive up to Las Vegas and expend the weekend there, so I will keep u all posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update Comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make it to vegas, issues with my corporate credicard availability made me use my personal for all shit, it sucks... hopefuly I'll get another chance in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-110167325946145979?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/110167325946145979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=110167325946145979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/110167325946145979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/110167325946145979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-great-reward.html' title='Some great reward...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109906055561236280</id><published>2004-10-29T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:35:55.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There and back again...</title><content type='html'>So, I know it's been a while but here we are again, last post was not as cheerfull as I whish but shit happens, and when they happens I expect some reward afterwards. I know it is mutch to ask, but it seems this time they listened and did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can say mutch about right now, but thank God it happen, this week has been marvelous for me, at work everything is flowing as expected and in personal matters, although I am with a big flu, things have overcome my expectations and lets cross-finger for everything to keep going as it has for the last three days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109906055561236280?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109906055561236280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109906055561236280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109906055561236280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109906055561236280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/10/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and back again...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109800018642846909</id><published>2004-10-17T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T02:03:06.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being me...</title><content type='html'>ok... it is true, I am loser... nothing more to say, just like Pink Floyd. Tonight I realized there is mutch more in the world, and nothing I can think of can make me change my mind, that's me, that's my life: a constant failure in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. What love? I have never try it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109800018642846909?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109800018642846909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109800018642846909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109800018642846909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109800018642846909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-being-me.html' title='Just being me...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109491156358506485</id><published>2004-09-11T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T08:06:03.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my life!</title><content type='html'>For a day I wished for u to not be my friend, what can I say? Every day that I waste on been ur friend is one day I waste not been at ur side, I  wish I could have the wits to say it out loud and tell the world how I feel about u, how much I love u, but I can't... this is way a men's life goes on and on for the rest of the eternity. This is killing me, God please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109491156358506485?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109491156358506485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109491156358506485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109491156358506485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109491156358506485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-my-life.html' title='Oh, my life!'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109279949942285746</id><published>2004-08-17T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:37:34.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It'ns In Your Hands</title><content type='html'>So I just got some CDs from Björk, I think there is no need to say they're great, this girl kind of gets me with her music, fresh sound and all these orchestra music behind, makes me feel like I could fly myself out of this tiny room in CR and get to some mountain with air flashing my face. God, ain't that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this is the kind of feelings I like to have from time to time, I don't know if it's because I'm still on my dream of getting some where near, but sometimes I get the will of throw every thing away and get my self to some place far... far away. I've always love to travel and meet new people, new cultures; probably some day I'd have the balls to do it, but as that day comes, lets keep moving to those places by mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/640/Itns%20In%20Your%20Hands%20-%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/320/Itns%20In%20Your%20Hands%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Björk - It'ns In Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109279949942285746?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109279949942285746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109279949942285746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109279949942285746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109279949942285746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/08/itns-in-your-hands.html' title='It&apos;ns In Your Hands'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109269294623080336</id><published>2004-08-16T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T16:01:39.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-sickness...</title><content type='html'>So, I've thinking I've expent quite a lot of time here at home in the past weeks, I know that's how it supposed to be... but, looking at pics like the one above makes me whish I could live at the beach, and no one should care. I have a cousing that lives in Flamingo Beach and works at some fancy hotel down there, the most of the world, u know. No stress, just live day by day... ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realize: That is no how I am, still I want to go to beach, expend some time there by my own, just relaxing... traveling a while around Guanacaste, isn't it good! Well I'll have to wait 'til the end of the year for that, since I'm starting at a new department at work, so I don't think I'll be able to ask for vacations in a while, if not I'll try to go to the beach some weekend along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this pic, its great, and it remembers me of the time I expent there with my friends, camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/640/DSC01168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/320/DSC01168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avellanas, Guanacaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109269294623080336?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109269294623080336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109269294623080336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109269294623080336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109269294623080336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/08/home-sickness.html' title='Home-sickness...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109180421902628516</id><published>2004-08-06T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T08:56:59.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gira y da vueltas...</title><content type='html'>Life turns and as the universe it moves,&lt;br /&gt;don't know how, don't know why, it just move?&lt;br /&gt;People think they do u a favor,&lt;br /&gt;they don't see, u are the one whith the shit&lt;br /&gt;just move out and think, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No just me, everybody is better if u change and move&lt;br /&gt;or is it better stay and sleep... I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-7 yep, that's the thing... the world do not stop&lt;br /&gt;it only moves and moves... pa! pa! pa! pa!&lt;br /&gt;tick tack! tick tack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move ur self, move to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;music of the life...&lt;br /&gt;your own music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't botther, I'm just crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109180421902628516?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109180421902628516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109180421902628516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109180421902628516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109180421902628516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/08/gira-y-da-vueltas.html' title='Gira y da vueltas...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109159413355566124</id><published>2004-08-03T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:35:33.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Successful living is nothing more or less than the art of the mastery of dependable techniques for solving common problems. The first step in the solution of any problem is to locate the difficulty, to isolate the problem, and frankly to recognize its nature and gravity. The great mistake is that, when life problems excite our profound fears, we refuse to recognize them. Likewise, when the acknowledgment of our difficulties entails the reduction of our long-cherished conceit, the admission of envy, or the abandonment of deep-seated prejudices, the average person prefers to cling to the old illusions of safety and to the long-cherished false feelings of security. Only a brave person is willing honestly to admit, and fearlessly to face, what a sincere and logical mind discovers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Urantia Book, 1773:4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109159413355566124?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109159413355566124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109159413355566124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109159413355566124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109159413355566124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/08/successful-living.html' title='Successful living'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109157499738050453</id><published>2004-08-03T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:16:37.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and life</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday night I went up to Jazz Café, a little place in San Pedro, great music and ambient. I've always been fan of new proposals, at least musically talking, and yesterday I was witness of a great ensemble's. Dr. Leo, a world known DJ proudly from our own land CR; and the Ensamble Etnico, a group of people playing African percussion, great music. Surprisingly they had musical guests and as part of their music friends there were Eduardo Oviedo from Peregrino Gris and Santó from Amonsulú playing the Sitar amanzingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank people from Mundo Loco to bring to the stage this kind of great musician together to entertain us in a unic way: world music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109157499738050453?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109157499738050453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109157499738050453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109157499738050453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109157499738050453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-and-life.html' title='Music and life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-109034977755398502</id><published>2004-07-20T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:56:17.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A milestone in my life</title><content type='html'>This is a post-it note just to remind me in the future that something great is about to happen in my life, which I can't talk about right now 'cause of confidentiality issues regarding the desition. Nontheless I just wanna leave here in clear, I'm doing my best effort.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; G.&lt;br /&gt; -----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Out of that, this weekend was fun, kind of tired I must say, but fun. On saturday went to celebrate a pair of friend's b-day and on sunday went to the mountain with my family, no mattern how usual we get with the cow theme, I found myself always enchanted with this kinds of trips, kind of takes u back to earth and shows u what's the world really about: Friends :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Samiq.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-109034977755398502?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/109034977755398502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=109034977755398502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109034977755398502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/109034977755398502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/07/milestone-in-my-life.html' title='A milestone in my life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108968417347853711</id><published>2004-07-12T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T15:34:07.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life comes when it wants no when u choose</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while without writing, I know, but u know there're sometimes when I chill out the way I go with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I expent must of the time alone at home, since my family all where at the beach, I stayed-in and did a little bit of telecommuting; expent some time with myself. Ohh God, how did I survived to the whole week? Well pretty ease I was just comming back from a weekend at the beach with a couple of friends I must say the ride was excellent, couldn't get any more better, well actually there was just a little freaky thing: I almost die... but it's stil part of the experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108968417347853711?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108968417347853711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108968417347853711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108968417347853711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108968417347853711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-comes-when-it-wants-no-when-u.html' title='Life comes when it wants no when u choose'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108873755688135682</id><published>2004-07-01T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:09:38.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolation + Consolation: Life</title><content type='html'>So, lately I've felt like God is talking to me through happenings, friends, people, don't know: &lt;b&gt;Things&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider my self a beliver, not a fanatic. I use to talk to God regularly. I think it's good, u know? To tell someone about your thoughts, u don't know what can that do to u, at least u take it out of ur head and put it, where? in the known part of yourself, isn't it weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like typing in here, I don't write here 'cause of the people that reads it, 'cause I know nobody does, but me. I write here just to materialize things in my head, and see them from another perspective, the perspective of a critic, of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change lots of things from my behavior, from my way of thinking, from me... I have got the desires, nonetheless I have not got the strenghs to act. As I read this I just realize of how fucked up am I. If not even myself thinks I'm cool, how come I expect people to think otherwise... this is getting out of my fingers, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108873755688135682?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108873755688135682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108873755688135682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108873755688135682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108873755688135682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/07/desolation-consolation-life.html' title='Desolation + Consolation: Life'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108848292974438594</id><published>2004-06-28T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:22:09.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such is life, we can't remedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Why am I such a geek?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108848292974438594?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108848292974438594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108848292974438594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108848292974438594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108848292974438594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/such-is-life-we-cant-remedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108809210914682040</id><published>2004-06-24T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:48:29.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'02 Memo on Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The memorandum, dated Aug. 1, 2002, defined torture narrowly under a federal law that prohibits it. Only pain like that accompanying "death, organ failure or the permanent impairment of a significant body function" qualifies, Mr. Bybee wrote. It went on to say torture is unlawful only if the infliction of pain is the offender's specific objective. "Even if the defendant knows that severe pain will result from his actions, if causing such harm is not his objective, he lacks the requisite specific intent," he wrote.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u see this kind of people rule the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, it asserted that the president was free under his authority as commander in chief to order torture notwithstanding treaties and laws barring it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody does nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/u&gt; The text above whas taken out of the NY Times on its June 24 '04 issue. I don't have any rights on the information here published, if there's any problem with it or it offends somebody, please let me know and I'll take the necessary measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108809210914682040?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108809210914682040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108809210914682040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108809210914682040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108809210914682040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/02-memo-on-torture.html' title='&apos;02 Memo on Torture'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108800772679659027</id><published>2004-06-23T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:31:44.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost an Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height=150 src="http://www.dar.itcr.ac.cr/images/logore2.gif" width=150&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got the final grade on my Local Area Networks course: 69.3 ~ 70, that means I passed. I'm so happy that I couldn't express in words the way I feel, stil there is one another course I'm waiting for the grade to be published, Artificial Intelligence, but I mean... the worst one LAN is made. Congrats to ME, and all the &lt;i&gt;geeksillos&lt;/i&gt; that passed along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One more cource and Samiq will get transformed to Eng. Samiq, jeje. LOL: what a bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108800772679659027?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108800772679659027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108800772679659027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108800772679659027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108800772679659027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/almost-engineer.html' title='Almost an Engineer'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108793327488575908</id><published>2004-06-22T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:26:57.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;can't tell u why, happy am I...&lt;br /&gt;things get better, the world is changing,&lt;br /&gt;my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem like flowers blowing, &lt;br /&gt;if flowers could blow, that's happiness,&lt;br /&gt;if people can't see my world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell my world, my world breaths, &lt;br /&gt;moves and grows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world, jaja, WTF would that be,&lt;br /&gt;just the inner self thinking stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;just the brezze on my face, just the touch of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;just the words on your sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are u? It's been a while, &lt;br /&gt;it's been a while... nights, hours, minutes,&lt;br /&gt;even seconds feel much longer when you're not in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, ja! that doen't exists, &lt;br /&gt;just moments, just words, just feelings&lt;br /&gt;what'd anybody say about that, nobody tells,&lt;br /&gt;just a studip guy with a &lt;i&gt;momentary source of secrets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. BTW I'm a crazy dude, wanting to be your freak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108793327488575908?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108793327488575908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108793327488575908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108793327488575908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108793327488575908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108762657736381065</id><published>2004-06-18T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:29:37.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sexy...</title><content type='html'>So I just got home from the movies, I went up to San Pedro looking for my father's present and end up in a movie room watching &lt;a href="http://www.shrek2.com"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/a&gt;. Marvelous movie, it's so funny and cute. It takes the best from CG-based movies with the best from Disney musicals, not that I'm a fan of, but stil has it grace. Just like the first one it takes stuff out of real movies and makes fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep meaning this movie presents, at least for me: NO matter what u do to change the way u look, at the end what people is able to see is your inner self. I mean, must of the people cares about the way people looks at them and most of the time they forget about shinning their own soul. Their own being. What can I say, maybe I'm one of them maybe not... only time should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 4 or 5 years I've tried to live my life as mine, not as somebody else's. I remember how people looked at me as if I were crazy, I must say I am, I like it this way... where people don't spect mutch 'cause you're in way unpredictable, you're what u get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: people are people, but at the end, something's gotta give :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just a lonely guy from earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108762657736381065?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108762657736381065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108762657736381065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108762657736381065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108762657736381065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-sexy.html' title='I&apos;m sexy...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108722189971684395</id><published>2004-06-14T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:18:38.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24h and counting...</title><content type='html'>So it's been 23h since I haven't get any sleep. I had to install an email server 4 times, hopefuly this'd be the last working time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my team came out as the leader from the 2 more teams allocated in this class, so called "lab", where we've expent the last 3 days; yestarday afternoon we fucked up everything and all the computers got scrued up, we don't know why... it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehudi and I have been around the windows installation for about 12h installing and configuring DHCP, DNS, Active Directory, IIS, News, Email, configuring wireless, and playing around with the SQL Server; propably we have installed those about 3 times, 2 counting Win 2K Server, and I counting a Win 2K+3 Standard - just for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peers on the linux side, haven't got any luck with their distribution, actually, right now I'm just aside from a girl that's re-installing FreeBSD 4.9 for Printing Server, for the 5th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will come out fine, I just realized I got a 68 grade on my second LAN course' exam, in the first one I go a 70 and for the 1st project a 75, as u might recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be going by now, I have to figure it out what I'm gonna do about all the meetings I'd planned for today, since I'm OOP for this project, I'd have to reschedule must of them, for the ones I can't miss, I would connect through my cel phone, isn't that great!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My head heaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108722189971684395?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108722189971684395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108722189971684395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108722189971684395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108722189971684395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/24h-and-counting.html' title='24h and counting...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108709957005358949</id><published>2004-06-12T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:25:52.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in wireless</title><content type='html'>So I just finished configuring a wireless network over IEEE-2011b. Althought it wasn't that hard, our teacher forgot to give us the username and password to configure the AccessPoint device, she'd never use it before, as I supposed, so we have to improb, we try all the things we could imagine, I actually tried to open the device to look for a battery or stuff that could reset to the factory defaults, but at the end a friend of mine came out with the great idea of trying Intel Intel as the username-password pair, it worked :) so we finished and everything is working fine already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back we more news on our improvement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. I have learned more on Linux-liked OS configuration in the past two days, than I've learned before... but that give us more ground to tell Linux is far away from been an end-user OS, I'm not compleining, but Suse is on a good track, still some effort to do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108709957005358949?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108709957005358949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108709957005358949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108709957005358949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108709957005358949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-life-in-wireless.html' title='My life in wireless'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108708699259019414</id><published>2004-06-12T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:36:32.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day around pinguins and deamons</title><content type='html'>So, today's been the second day along the LAN installation project, hopefuly the last project I'll do as an undergrat... I now I'm too young, but hey as a friend uses to say &lt;i&gt;such's life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better, I got a 75 on a project which I didn't expect more than 30. So, as we say here is CR: I'm happier than a worm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to installing NIS over Suse Linux 9, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108708699259019414?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108708699259019414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108708699259019414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108708699259019414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108708699259019414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/2nd-day-around-pinguins-and-deamons.html' title='2nd Day around pinguins and deamons'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108655949809606968</id><published>2004-06-06T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T16:04:58.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokes kill</title><content type='html'>I must say, this is a master piece, &lt;a href="http://starterupsteve.servepics.com/swf/smokekills.html"&gt;enjoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108655949809606968?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://starterupsteve.servepics.com/swf/smokekills.html' title='Smokes kill'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108655949809606968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108655949809606968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108655949809606968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108655949809606968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/06/smokes-kill.html' title='Smokes kill'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108511491527725501</id><published>2004-05-20T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T22:48:35.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Years more...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm just coming back from a bar, for those foreigners, just a few minutes ago finished the national soccer champ' game, my team lost the game 2-1 against Saprissa, first time these two teams play on a final game, but hey those guys did all they could, there were some errors, I know we should put DeLemus as goalkeeper, nothing we can remedy now… Congrats champs it was a good game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108511491527725501?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108511491527725501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108511491527725501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108511491527725501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108511491527725501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/11-years-more.html' title='11 Years more...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108510328730949464</id><published>2004-05-20T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:39:30.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anti-Stupidity Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/640/040520.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/320/040520.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.hello.com/images/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I received this comic today on my email, it's so good that I wanted to share this with u guys. I wish something like this could exists u know, probably there'll be no war at Irak! come on, I'd use it all ready on most of the presidents of the world, starting with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, just a though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: I don't have rights for publishing this comic strip on my blog, if somebody finds this offensive or thinks I should remove this from here, please email me and I'll take the required actions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108510328730949464?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dilbert.com' title='The Anti-Stupidity Gun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108510328730949464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108510328730949464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108510328730949464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108510328730949464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/anti-stupidity-gun.html' title='The Anti-Stupidity Gun'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108491085766832746</id><published>2004-05-18T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:07:26.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CR and its rainy season...</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 days now of non-stop raining in CR, we can provably say that the rainy season has arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I like this kind of weather. It doesn’t get quite well when u r at the office but, hey I’ll tell u that the sound of dropping water, the smell of wet fields, and the kind of windy air that’s all over, reminds me of my childhood: when I used to play with my little cars on the balcony of my house; or drawing things on my room… those were happy days. You probably didn’t have much, but u used to enjoy as far as u wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think on my life I realize how wonderful it's been,  how wonderful nature is, and how come we let go much of our childhood - wanting to be grown ups. I know I only am 21, but the memories from my past seems far, far away… things vanish with the passing time, and keeps me thinking… enjoy, dream and play ‘cause u never know when u will receive the call to move on to the next Era starting all over again, as another being, as been Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108491085766832746?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108491085766832746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108491085766832746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108491085766832746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108491085766832746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/cr-and-its-rainy-season.html' title='CR and its rainy season...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108485625257461638</id><published>2004-05-17T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:23:56.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody other than myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/640/samiq.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/320/samiq.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.hello.com/images/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like being an anonymous doesn't works for everybody, sometimes I'd like to be known as I am, what the purpose is of being somebody other than myself? I wonder sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands touch his hair his shoes untied&lt;br /&gt;Tongue gaping stare&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been a magnet for money? &lt;br /&gt;Could I have been anyone other than me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty three and so tired of life &lt;br /&gt;Such a shame to throw it all away &lt;br /&gt;The images grow darker still &lt;br /&gt;Could I have been anyone other than me? Then I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky &lt;br /&gt;My mouth is open wide, lick and taste &lt;br /&gt;What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying &lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn we almost become dizzy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am who I am who am I &lt;br /&gt;Requesting some enlightenment &lt;br /&gt;Could I have been anyone other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews, Dancing Nancies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108485625257461638?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108485625257461638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108485625257461638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108485625257461638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108485625257461638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/somebody-other-than-myself.html' title='Somebody other than myself...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108472324198844759</id><published>2004-05-16T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T10:00:41.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Years after...</title><content type='html'>11 years we have wait for having Heredia back on a final champioship game, this time against the Saprissa team, for the first time in history... lets hope my team will do what it takes to be national champ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Heredia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108472324198844759?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108472324198844759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108472324198844759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108472324198844759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108472324198844759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/11-years-after.html' title='11 Years after...'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108463963808893039</id><published>2004-05-15T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:24:11.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A test on pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/640/A%20Moon%20for%20the%20Misbegotten%2028-04-1957.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/895/320/A%20Moon%20for%20the%20Misbegotten%2028-04-1957.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.hello.com/images/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been this just a test on pictures, I would like to tell u that somedays ago I received an invitation from the NY Times to check a drawing gallery on behalf of the great master Mr. Al Hirschfeld (1903-2003). They just published it honoring his dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hirschfeld used to draw scenes from pretty famous theather shows from Broadway, for over 75 years. Been the best-known artist in the world of theather, he was awarded with a Tony as a sign that the theather world welcome him not just an observer but as one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage u to check &lt;a href='http://www.nytimes.com/packages/khtml/2003/01/20/arts/20030120_HIRSCHFELD_FEATURE.html' target='ext' alt='Mr. Al Hirschfeld (1903-2003) Gallery'&gt; this great piece of art &lt;/a&gt; that the Times put together for all of us to enjoy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108463963808893039?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/packages/khtml/2003/01/20/arts/20030120_HIRSCHFELD_FEATURE.html' title='A test on pictures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108463963808893039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108463963808893039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108463963808893039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108463963808893039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/test-on-pictures.html' title='A test on pictures'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956085.post-108431481844723365</id><published>2004-05-11T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:26:45.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Been Samiq</title><content type='html'>From now on, things will be changing around us, Samiq's era is about to start. I hope everything can get as I want, if not I'll do my best... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and enjoy some of the stuff I'll be posting in comming days...  greetings people of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para aquellos que lean/escriban/hablen español, tengo otro &lt;a href='http://bjoel.blogspot.com'&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; escrito en español. El contenido de los mismos son muy diferentes dado que a ambos escribo de manera diferente por lo que los invito a visitarlo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;... so is my life!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6956085-108431481844723365?l=samiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/feeds/108431481844723365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6956085&amp;postID=108431481844723365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108431481844723365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6956085/posts/default/108431481844723365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samiq.blogspot.com/2004/05/welcome-to-been-samiq.html' title='Welcome to Been Samiq'/><author><name>Gilbert Corrales</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jbbK6uVeN9k/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAWQY/X9xPJm4xK-U/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
