<?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-30412476</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:58.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when lillies bloom on winter days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anamluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323211697595055385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/5890/nofearbypirifool9du.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30412476.post-2061305218188517769</id><published>2007-01-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:16:43.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QRTicwyuUqM/RaXIMdCXH9I/AAAAAAAAADk/d2OeI18OvzE/s1600-h/Reve_de_lune_by_Isbikta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QRTicwyuUqM/RaXIMdCXH9I/AAAAAAAAADk/d2OeI18OvzE/s320/Reve_de_lune_by_Isbikta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018637476052803538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30412476-2061305218188517769?l=pazdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2061305218188517769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30412476&amp;postID=2061305218188517769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/2061305218188517769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/2061305218188517769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anamluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323211697595055385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/5890/nofearbypirifool9du.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QRTicwyuUqM/RaXIMdCXH9I/AAAAAAAAADk/d2OeI18OvzE/s72-c/Reve_de_lune_by_Isbikta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30412476.post-115162988714735707</id><published>2006-06-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:12:56.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Deceit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Digital Deceit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come enter, here's my world&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from pain and cold&lt;br /&gt;Come enter, come inside&lt;br /&gt;A secret place of light&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in this world I'm rid of you, you can't get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am and I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and all my friends would say the same&lt;br /&gt;So here I am; and you cannot deny that I am someone you'd embrace&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen; I'm pure and loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come enter, here's my code&lt;br /&gt;Through the world wide wire you'll know me&lt;br /&gt;The queen of her own world&lt;br /&gt;My story; meet my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you see, there is another me&lt;br /&gt;Not someone insecure and strange&lt;br /&gt;My father's will in here, it doesn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't fear his violent rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen; you know I'm loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come enter, here's my code&lt;br /&gt;Through the world wide wire you'll know&lt;br /&gt;The queen of her own world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming and wake up&lt;br /&gt;Your silly world is not what's real&lt;br /&gt;This world of fake friends&lt;br /&gt;and computers - digital deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cyber wall (this cyber wall)&lt;br /&gt;is built to break out or hold&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours (the choice is yours),&lt;br /&gt;will you dream or see what's real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...no, no more&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be alone with myself&lt;br /&gt;These conflicting thoughts increase my doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen, I must be loved&lt;br /&gt;This so-called 'wall' is there to protect&lt;br /&gt;a life controlled by keys, closed off from pain and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital deceit...&lt;br /&gt;digital, digital, digital...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3679/3126/1600/c4891625a6ad66e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3679/3126/320/c4891625a6ad66e8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; No sé porqué últimamente he estado escuchando este disco de After Forever, "Invisible Circles". Antes no me gustaba mucho el disco, ahora creo que he cambiado de opinion. Ahora me gusta más. Aunque el concepto del disco es un tanto triste, creo en unas canciones refleja parte de mi niñez. No en cuanto a la violencia, sino al mundo al que podemos acceder cuando somos niños... ese mundo puro, limpio y de amor.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bueno, hoy vino Felipe a verme, estaba muy resfriado. Almorzamos junto a mi familia y después dormimos en la tarde. Como a las 5.30 se fue a trabajar... en este momento debe estar trabajando, dudo que le haga bien estar en un lugar tan cerrado y con tanto humo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;También en la tarde me dedique a estudiar un poco para una prueba que tengo la próxima semana, y a inscribir mi blog sobre la wicca en webrings y top 100. Creo que continuaré trabajando en eso ahora...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mañana vuelvo acaso... estoy 50% Feliz y 50% Triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't know why lastly I've been hearing the After Forever's album "Invisible Circles". I didn't like it enough before, now I changed my opinion. Now I like it more. Even the concept of the album it's very sad, but I think that some song reflects part of my childhood. Not the violent part of the concept. It's the world that we can enter when we were children. A pure, clean and lovely world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, today Felipe came to my granny's home to luch with us.. After that we slept a bit. At 5.30 he went to work... at this he should be working, he is very ill... with a flu. I don't believe he is going to feel better in such a very close place with smoke. I've been studing too for a test that I have the next week and I've been working in my wiccan blog. I think that going to continue with that now...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tomorrow I going to come back home... 50%Happy 50%Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30412476-115162988714735707?l=pazdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115162988714735707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30412476&amp;postID=115162988714735707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115162988714735707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115162988714735707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/digital-deceit.html' title='Digital Deceit...'/><author><name>anamluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323211697595055385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/5890/nofearbypirifool9du.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30412476.post-115155117272367808</id><published>2006-06-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:21:07.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Nighttime Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  Their ways are open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    they spread as their wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    they want to be certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    of a warm surrounding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    When they fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    through the night as beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    nighttime birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    The warm wind picks them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    When they fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    through the night as beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    nighttime birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Son las 22.57... mi hermana hace un rato bajo esta canción "Nighttime Birds" de The Gathering, que recientemente comentaba en el blog de mi amiga Ale, es una de las pocas canciones de The Gathering que me gustan... me relaja bastante. Recien busque la letra y me puse a leerla y me terminó de convencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Recuerdo la primera vez que escuché esta canción.fue en el bar de Felipe, un día que lo estaba ayudando. Una chica la pidio, recuerdo que se me acerco y me dijo cosas muy lindas sobre mi persona. No recuerdo su nombre, pero lo que si recuerdo esque era una persona de muy buena vibra. Desde ahí que siempre cuando escucho esta canción me acuerdo de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;22.57... mi sister minutes ago download the The Gathering's song "Nighttime Birds", recently I was posting in the blog of my friend Ale, that this song is one of a few songs that I like of The Gathering... it makes me feel relax. I found the lyric and read it and I like it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I remember the first time that I heard this song. Was on Felipe's bar, was a day that I was helping there. A girl ask for the song, and she get close to me and she said to me nice thing about myself. I don't remember her name, but I remember that she was a very nice vibe person. From that moment, when I hear this song I remember her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30412476-115155117272367808?l=pazdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115155117272367808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30412476&amp;postID=115155117272367808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115155117272367808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115155117272367808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/nighttime-birds_28.html' title='Nighttime Birds'/><author><name>anamluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323211697595055385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/5890/nofearbypirifool9du.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30412476.post-115153589194391731</id><published>2006-06-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:22:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; No sé cuantas veces he intentado comenzar un blog, escribiendo sobre mis reflexiones personales, o de mi y mi entorno a diario... sin embargo no lo he logrado... no sé porque... pero como dicen por ahí... hay que comenzar de nuevo. Alomejor no es algo muy relevante, pero me puede servir como terapía para desahogarme... o bien quizas pueda comunicar algo positivo o aportar algo a la vida... a los que me quieran leer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    ¿Quién soy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Mi nombre es María Angélica Paz.. mi familia y amigos me dicen Pacita (Paz) o Ange (Angélica)... tengo 20 años, vivo con mi novio en un departamento desde abril.Antes, vivía en la casa de mi Lela (abuela) - que es donde estoy en este momento, porque estoy en enferma, cuando mejore volveré a mi casa- Estudio la carrera Interprete Inglés-Español. Cuando termine esta carrera me gustaría continuar con mis estudios en canto... ya que la música es lo que apasiona. No sé que más puedo decir de mi, creo que a medida que vaya públicando mis vivencia podría agregarle algo más sobre mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Hoy día desperte con el "agradable" sonido del teléfono... era mi papá... después me levanté y tome una ducha. Después fui al doctor con mi mamá y mi hermana, después fuimos al Parque Arauco a comprar algunas cosas... compré un par de jeans para mi y otros para mi hermana de regalo por su cumpleaños n° 15. También compré una linda y colorida cartera. Almorzamos ahí... Antes, Felipe (mi novio) me llamo para saber de mi, decirme que iba ir al estadio a ver a su equipo de fútbol favorito... el cual ganó, asi que se iba ir a celebrar la victoria con sus amigos. Espero que esté bien y se cuide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;... No sé porque me siento un poco preocupada... un poco triste... un poco desilucionada... cuando descrubra porque lo escribire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3679/3126/1600/bnw%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3679/3126/320/bnw%20064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I don't know how many times I tried to start a blog, writing about myself and the thing and people who's around me everyday... but couln't get it... I don't know why... but this time I would like to start again. Maybe it's not something totally relevant, but for me can be something like a therapy or something for free my mind... or maybe comunicate something nice and positive to life and the people who wants to read my letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; My name is María Angélica Paz... my family and friends calls me Pacita (Paz) or Ange (Angelica)... I'm 20 years old, I live with my fiancé in a flat since abril. Before, moved with him I used to live in my Granny's house - where I'am now, because I'm sick, when I get better I'm going to come back home -. I study the career of Interpreter Spanish-English. When I finish this career I would like to continue with my singing studies... because music is my passion. I know how what else can I say about myself... maybe with the time I could write anothers things about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Today I woke up the "lovely" sound of the phone... was my dad... then I got up, I took a shower and then I went to the doctor with my mum and my sister... then we went to Parque Arauco to buy some things... I bought a pair of jeans, one for me and one for my sisters... was her gift for her 15th birthday. I bought a lovely and colourful handbag. We took lunch there... Before that Felipe (my fiancé) called up the phone to say hello... and you know... all those love things ^_^. He went to the stadium to see his fav football team play, and his team won... so now... he went to celebrate with his friends the victory... I hope he will be fine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; ...I don't know why I feel a bit worried... I little sad... a bit dissapointed... when I discover the reason why I feel this way, I'm going to write it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30412476-115153589194391731?l=pazdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115153589194391731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30412476&amp;postID=115153589194391731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115153589194391731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30412476/posts/default/115153589194391731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pazdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/starting-again.html' title='Starting again...'/><author><name>anamluna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12323211697595055385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/5890/nofearbypirifool9du.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
