<?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-4819891750324535237</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:22.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>必然</title><subtitle type='html'>答えは　一つ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-2923092137507608810</id><published>2007-05-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:03:47.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am i?</title><content type='html'>Well, this few months i have been feeling that i´m no one, just a little dirty dot in this enourmus universe. Well i think lots of people may feel like that some point of their lifes, that´s maybe a transition phase between your school life and what will be your future en finel way of life. I really don´t know what i will be doing in the next 5 years, but what i´m sure is that i´ll give the best from me even with the dificulties i have been dealing this last days i just wish that soon things will get better, by the moment i´ll just try to be happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-2923092137507608810?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/2923092137507608810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=2923092137507608810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/2923092137507608810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/2923092137507608810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am i?'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-4284827131295092353</id><published>2007-04-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:34:49.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to home...</title><content type='html'>I think this is other of the effects of growing up. One day you feel happy; you have your friends, your family and everithing organized. The problem is when you start to be absent and just after one week of absence you realize that your friends aren´t the same they just changed... There´s when you start to feel strange, they talk about other topics and you´re just a strange person in the group. Personally i have had that experience some few times there´s when you think you must not be there that you´re a lot diferent and in my special case i feel sad, sad that everething changed except myself and i know that this may be wrong but i always live in the past; i think that past times were more mindhealthy(If that word exists) and when one lives the greatest and more happy experiences in it´s life; just as: Your first best friend, your first pijama party, your first love...An talking of love in this moment my heart is a tieme bomb i know that all of you know (Ok, i´ll guess) how fatal you feel when you can´t tell someone what do you feel for her, you feel like chained with a great weight in your heart, yes... you feel your heart heavy just because you´re afraid that person will not feel the same what you feel for her. Here´s also one thing that makes me feel stupid... My brain has understanded that if that person doesn´t feels anything for me i don´t have to worry, she is not the one, but my heart... i don´t think my heart can understand that... that´s the most noble of all the organs, the one used to love, and as we know, love is a weapon with a double edge, it can make you happy but it also can make you feel the unhappiest person in the world. In my case, i don´t know when is the next time i will see that person that i love but when i see her, i would like to tell her. I wish i didn´t bored you with this post but as everithing here is like my journal and i this is nothing more than a page when i explain how i feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-4284827131295092353?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/4284827131295092353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=4284827131295092353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4284827131295092353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4284827131295092353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-home.html' title='Back to home...'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-5158197448555866583</id><published>2007-03-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:56:57.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things of life</title><content type='html'>Since a really short time i feel my life isn´t complete... A new life, a new home, new neighboors, a new way to go when i go to the school, a new way of life... i feel like if my soul was broken in a lot of shards each one in diferent parts... I can´t complain, i think this is one of the signs that i´m growing up, that the child i have inside me is being stomped by every feeling that is in my tiny little heart, sometimes i want to cry, but that isn´t the way to solve my problems i just can see infront and continue with my life waiting to do something for my sake or the sake of my loved ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-5158197448555866583?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/5158197448555866583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=5158197448555866583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/5158197448555866583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/5158197448555866583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-of-life.html' title='Things of life'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-4577274702971436261</id><published>2007-03-07T09:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:17:39.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>First posted on: Saturday, February 3, 2007                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6148274423473036926"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my self: "Why? Why? Why do i love that person?". I don´t know, love just happens, it doesn´matters if she lives fifhteen thousands of miles from me, she is just the perfect woman, she has everything i need. But, Why do we need to love? They say love is sweet, but lov is also sour, that´s the reality. Love is something we need to do, the human needs to be in compainion because if we´re alone, the saddnes is big. I don´t care if she´s really far from my, my heart beats for her, and if she´s the correcto person for me, i wish one day i could be with her... i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-4577274702971436261?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/4577274702971436261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=4577274702971436261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4577274702971436261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4577274702971436261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-4453918671458973767</id><published>2007-03-07T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:16:55.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more day</title><content type='html'>First posted on: Friday, February 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4787254974562768144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi ladies and gentelman, welcome to memories of a taco where i will write about everything what is on my mind, i hope some of you find my thoughts interesting cause on thing i think is that each head has it´s own universe inside that is not understanded by anyone than us. We can just open our minds and look at the way the other ones think and their way to see the world. Each day we have new knowledge, new ideas, new friends but we don´t notice it after a lot of time, and before that we just thought that it was just one more day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-4453918671458973767?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/4453918671458973767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=4453918671458973767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4453918671458973767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/4453918671458973767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-one-more-day.html' title='Just one more day'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819891750324535237.post-5085378270635377996</id><published>2007-03-07T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:00:07.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Striking back</title><content type='html'>Okay, i´ll move to this new blog because i had some problems with my old e-mails so i couldn´t move memories of a taco here, it´s sad but fairly necesary. I´ll putthe last two posts that where on memories of a taco, don´t worry XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819891750324535237-5085378270635377996?l=hitsusen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/feeds/5085378270635377996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4819891750324535237&amp;postID=5085378270635377996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/5085378270635377996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819891750324535237/posts/default/5085378270635377996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitsusen.blogspot.com/2007/03/striking-back.html' title='Striking back'/><author><name>綿貫翔成</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13898622740915865549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2dMVMx14-k/SvNlv2FMB9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6POAvK4Os-M/S220/Hoja+de+maple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
