<?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-1212290112820493405</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:39:44.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-8791605102157385005</id><published>2010-01-20T14:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:55:47.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the reason is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otro buen motivo para mudarse a los Estados Unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S1cAKfS_kNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E-uEMP5DLMs/s1600-h/slurpee+dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S1cAKfS_kNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E-uEMP5DLMs/s320/slurpee+dew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428808056018276562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slurpee de Mountain Dew!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-8791605102157385005?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8791605102157385005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8791605102157385005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-reason-is-you.html' title='And the reason is you'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S1cAKfS_kNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E-uEMP5DLMs/s72-c/slurpee+dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-38646347500719814</id><published>2010-01-13T14:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:25:06.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pfffff.... estoy teniendo una pequeña crisis de fe hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo bueno de mis "crisis de fe" es que sólo me hacen más impulsiva, así que ahora mismo ya tengo decidido lo que voy a hacer este verano, sea por un mes o por seis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S03IQN9BnUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F7riLVi7DAQ/s1600-h/los_angeles-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S03IQN9BnUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F7riLVi7DAQ/s320/los_angeles-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426213307000397122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En otro orden de cosas (siempre quise decir eso, jejeje) me he abierto un tumblr, así que si alguien lee esto y tiene un tumblr (y el mismo tiempo libre que tengo yo) nos vemos allí :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nuriawatts.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah bueno! y ayer por la noche (creo que vuelvo a pasar por una época de insomnio) hice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"double feature"&lt;/span&gt; y vi Planet terror y Death proof seguidas, me fui a dormir de muy muy buen rollo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-38646347500719814?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/38646347500719814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/38646347500719814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2010/01/pfffff.html' title='Now it seems I&apos;ve forgotten my purpose in this life'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/S03IQN9BnUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F7riLVi7DAQ/s72-c/los_angeles-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-7475402091046215024</id><published>2009-12-28T17:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:41:38.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love that you're never satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Últimamente estoy obsesionada con varias cosas: pasarme el kingdom hearts de DS, longboards (este concretamente: http://www.skateboards.com/images/Thumbnails/1CSAN0SHAR81000.gif ) y con los ultimate electric lemonade. Sí, la fiebre por el billar ya pasó, una lástima, pero seguro que vuelve pronto, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En fin, el viaje a Berlin estuvo de pm, pero como bien le dije a Borja "no nos damos cuenta de lo bonito que es Madrid comparado con otras ciudades europeas más importantes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y ehm, las navidades este año han mejorado bastante, asi que guay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por lo demás todo bien, pensando ya en que deje de llover y llegue el verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SzjY-QrJa4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/f0rSiHXrxI4/s1600-h/vintage-surfing-girls-450x337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SzjY-QrJa4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/f0rSiHXrxI4/s320/vintage-surfing-girls-450x337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320715679820674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-7475402091046215024?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7475402091046215024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7475402091046215024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-that-youre-never-satisfied.html' title='I love that you&apos;re never satisfied'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SzjY-QrJa4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/f0rSiHXrxI4/s72-c/vintage-surfing-girls-450x337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-3142571293032837691</id><published>2009-11-30T15:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:00:57.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueeeno, pues mucho tiempo sin escribir (otra vez) pero que le vamos a hacer, soy vaga y no me pasan cosas muy interesantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exceptuando el CONCIERTACO que se marcaron The Sounds este viernes, increibles. Muchísimo mejor que la última vez que les vi (el 19 de mayo del 2007) tremendisimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SxPSZGVWGxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UQOpMkUakM8/s1600/100_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SxPSZGVWGxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UQOpMkUakM8/s320/100_4186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409898906040802066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y eeeeehm, este jueves me voy a Berlin!!! GANAZAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dentro de tres días me estaré jodiendo de frío con Borja y yo feliz :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi misión de ese viaje es conseguir una entrada para Paramore, lo conseguiré?? Yo creo que si (y si no la consigo no pasa nada...snif...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Venga, a seguir bien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-3142571293032837691?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3142571293032837691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3142571293032837691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-listening-to-kind-of-music-she.html' title='I&apos;m listening to the kind of music she doesn&apos;t like'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SxPSZGVWGxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UQOpMkUakM8/s72-c/100_4186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2287407589143385491</id><published>2009-10-20T12:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:47:11.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And everything baby comes naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mucho tiempo sin escribir nada... entre que soy vaga, que he estado mala y que me he ido de viaje...jejeje (excusas malas todas, pero es lo que hay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estos dias he estado en Ponferrada, en la casa nueva de mi hermana y en el pueblo (creo que hacía como 10 años que no iba) y la verdad es que todo esta tal cual lo recordaba (y luego soy incapaz de recordar en que día vivo, literalmente) solo que un poco más canijo (obviamente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En fin, poco más que contar... asi que nada, que siga todo bien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2287407589143385491?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2287407589143385491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2287407589143385491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-everything-baby-comes-naturally.html' title='And everything baby comes naturally'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2426033109217066473</id><published>2009-10-01T14:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:19:47.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now the rain is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 0em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;principio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt; (&lt;a&gt;Del&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;principĭum&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Primer instante del ser de algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Punto que se considera como primero en una extensión o en una cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Base, origen, razón fundamental sobre la cual se procede discurriendo en cualquier materia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Causa, origen de algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Cada una de las primeras proposiciones o verdades fundamentales por donde se empiezan a estudiar las ciencias o las artes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Norma o idea fundamental que rige el pensamiento o la conducta. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado o usada más en plural"&gt;U. m. en pl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Alimento que se servía entre la olla o el cocido y los postres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; En la Universidad de Alcalá, cualquiera de los tres ejercicios que hacían los teólogos de una de las cuatro partes del &lt;i&gt;Libro de las sentencias,&lt;/i&gt; después de haber pasado un examen previo que tanteaba su capacidad y suficiencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 9.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="plural"&gt;pl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Imprenta"&gt;Impr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Todo lo que precede al texto de un libro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo me quedo con la 3 y la 6, pero como decía Groucho Marx:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estos son mis          principios. Si a usted no le gustan, tengo          otros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1212290112820493405-2426033109217066473?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2426033109217066473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2426033109217066473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-is-gone.html' title='I can see clearly now the rain is gone'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-3244348120344886209</id><published>2009-09-13T13:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:44:47.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like you mean it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joder, si es que hay dias, que aunque no quieras, no puedes dejar de sonreir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SqzauokNp1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wAmR7NB4bKM/s1600-h/makeroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SqzauokNp1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wAmR7NB4bKM/s320/makeroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380916149499045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya sabeis, a sonreir y a pensar en positivo que todo eso no puede ser malo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D:  http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-3244348120344886209?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3244348120344886209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3244348120344886209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Smile like you mean it'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SqzauokNp1I/AAAAAAAAANs/wAmR7NB4bKM/s72-c/makeroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-9139994725913317876</id><published>2009-09-03T15:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:04:37.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Este septiembre va a ser un poco menos puta mierda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guitar hero world tour!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp--hvses7I/AAAAAAAAANk/hu1s9m45K8Q/s1600-h/Guitar+Hero+wt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp--hvses7I/AAAAAAAAANk/hu1s9m45K8Q/s320/Guitar+Hero+wt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377225967051649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-9139994725913317876?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/9139994725913317876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/9139994725913317876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-great.html' title='So great'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp--hvses7I/AAAAAAAAANk/hu1s9m45K8Q/s72-c/Guitar+Hero+wt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2630093314347100603</id><published>2009-09-02T00:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:36:57.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops! I did it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp2a0R1h17I/AAAAAAAAANc/MJbZ92Y79N0/s1600-h/100_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp2a0R1h17I/AAAAAAAAANc/MJbZ92Y79N0/s320/100_4061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623753082034098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2630093314347100603?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2630093314347100603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2630093314347100603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/09/ops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Ops! I did it again'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sp2a0R1h17I/AAAAAAAAANc/MJbZ92Y79N0/s72-c/100_4061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4612882260165808029</id><published>2009-08-28T18:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:51:51.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ck you very very mu-u-u-uu-uch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vaya veranito...jejeje, igualito que el anterior...(ironia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bueno, supongo que ambos veranos si que tienen algo en común, los cambios, y espero que estos sean todos para bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Así que, postpongo algunos planes, hago otros y a mirar hacia adelante y las cosas bueniiiiisimas que están por pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y una fotico de los cocteles que deberia estar tomando (en lugar de estar comiendo crispis y viendo dibujos animados, jajaja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SpgLAT5LZoI/AAAAAAAAANU/yTlcPbKrQdM/s1600-h/Imagen269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SpgLAT5LZoI/AAAAAAAAANU/yTlcPbKrQdM/s320/Imagen269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375058255234688642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4612882260165808029?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4612882260165808029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4612882260165808029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/08/fck-you-very-very-mu-u-u-uu-uch.html' title='F*ck you very very mu-u-u-uu-uch'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SpgLAT5LZoI/AAAAAAAAANU/yTlcPbKrQdM/s72-c/Imagen269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2743881963391441373</id><published>2009-05-29T14:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:30:39.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El martes vi Watchmen y me quede con este dialogo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Dan Dreiberg: What happened to us? What happened to the American Dream?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Edward Blake:"What happened to the American Dream?" It came true! You're lookin' at it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A la espera de noticias. Confianza y ganas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2743881963391441373?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2743881963391441373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2743881963391441373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/05/watchem.html' title='Watch&apos;em'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-1140445753641533576</id><published>2009-05-15T12:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:59:04.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything about you makes me wanna leave you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No dejo de imaginarme tirada en 1 playa , tostándome al sol, mirando de frente al oceano pacífico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jooooder que ganazas de irme ya de ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;También estoy haciendo una lista de las cosas que me voy a comprar en cuantico que llegue, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre esas cosas: Jazz bass, pantalon de surf de vans, american flag converse, vans authentic rojas, etc, etc...jejeje&lt;br /&gt;Pero antes tengo un par de cosillas que hacer en Madrid, veremos, esta semana puede ser muy buena, a ver si sale todo bien :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sg1KpXMbb_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ACeyuGbH-D4/s1600-h/California+Kat+von+D..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sg1KpXMbb_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ACeyuGbH-D4/s320/California+Kat+von+D..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336003207965143026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tatuaje por Kat von D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-1140445753641533576?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/1140445753641533576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/1140445753641533576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-about-you-makes-me-wanna.html' title='Everything about you makes me wanna leave you'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sg1KpXMbb_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ACeyuGbH-D4/s72-c/California+Kat+von+D..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5957985475676334672</id><published>2009-05-05T00:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:12:32.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>They'll return but I'll be stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llevo un par de días con un dolor jodidillo en el cuello, y creo que es de andar mirando hacia atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A partir de ahora que lo que me duelan sea los pies de andar hacia adelante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sf9nweKGtlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OHk6yK_J3zc/s1600-h/DSC01630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sf9nweKGtlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OHk6yK_J3zc/s320/DSC01630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332094566256784978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Signs everywhere... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5957985475676334672?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5957985475676334672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5957985475676334672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/05/theyll-return-but-ill-be-stronger.html' title='They&apos;ll return but I&apos;ll be stronger'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sf9nweKGtlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OHk6yK_J3zc/s72-c/DSC01630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6724474392329680833</id><published>2009-04-21T10:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:22:47.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Run children, run for your life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siento que estoy a punto de quitarme un gran peso de encima. Para bien, aunque en un principio no vaya a serlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me voy por que LO NECESITO, no por capricho o cualquier gilipollez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Se19rvNL7HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XaBTGohwNVE/s1600-h/afitana+1481689417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Se19rvNL7HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XaBTGohwNVE/s320/afitana+1481689417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327052124608785522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caution!! She can portrait your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6724474392329680833?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6724474392329680833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6724474392329680833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-children-run-for-your-life.html' title='Run children, run for your life!'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Se19rvNL7HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XaBTGohwNVE/s72-c/afitana+1481689417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4229061024646263920</id><published>2009-04-14T12:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:13:20.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno, solo actualizo para decir tres cosas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.- He quemado mi albornoz y huele todo fatal XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.- Mi madre se ha comprado (por internet) un ipod shuffle nuevo y es suuuuper pequeño, yo estoy flipando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SeRpxI3qSMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kMPlwu8LbCc/s1600-h/100_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SeRpxI3qSMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kMPlwu8LbCc/s320/100_3909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324496952374216898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.- Estoy pensando hacerme un twitter, no se, no se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me voy a poner a jugar a la consola, que necesito despejarme un poco de todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4229061024646263920?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4229061024646263920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4229061024646263920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-such-mess.html' title='I&apos;m such a mess'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SeRpxI3qSMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kMPlwu8LbCc/s72-c/100_3909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-123115747332007340</id><published>2009-03-19T13:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:48:42.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys are back in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No hay nada que me apetezca más en este momento que una tarde de videojuegos y cena japo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pollo Karaage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ScLZJoS0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w5L_s20noRU/s1600-h/japo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ScLZJoS0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w5L_s20noRU/s320/japo+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049269708986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Arsenal de consolas, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ScLZgUyEmmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jNqIPGNiCSc/s1600-h/japo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ScLZgUyEmmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jNqIPGNiCSc/s320/japo+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049659608373858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-123115747332007340?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/123115747332007340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/123115747332007340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='The boys are back in town'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ScLZJoS0GiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/w5L_s20noRU/s72-c/japo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-7305015539505589816</id><published>2009-03-04T13:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:24:28.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's you I hear so loud and so clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He decidido que, mejor que contar lo bonito que es Colonia, de este viaje voy a contar lo que es dormir en la misma habitación que Pedro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para todos aquellos que no conozcan a Pedro solo les diré: No sabeis lo que os estais perdiendo! jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Voy a intentar reproducir los diálogos que tuvimos antes de ir a dormir con la mayor exactitud  y con el mayor acento gallego posible, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno, la primera paranoia de aquí mi amigo fue el color de la pared. La susodicha pared era blanca con 2 esquinas pintadas de morado. Bueno pues este hecho rayaba sobremanera a el chiquillo que, después de 3 noches se dió cuenta de que había otra pequeña parte de la habitación pintada también de morado a lo que el exclamó: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ahora si entiendo la habitación. Ahora todo tiene sentido!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Foto de Pedro en la habitación)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sa6ELnTrl8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6t_-p4ha8T4/s1600-h/K%C3%B6ln+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sa6ELnTrl8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6t_-p4ha8T4/s320/K%C3%B6ln+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326345781352386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otra paranoia más: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"En esta ciudad se escuchan todos los ruidos: los semáforos, la lluvia, el viento..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otra noche tuvimos que trasladar los colchones (uno de ellos encontrado en la calle ese mismo día) al salón por que una rusa iba a ocupar la habitación (medio) morada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De esa noche hay varias cosas a destacar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la primera, era que decía que el reloj daliniano de la pared (lástima no tener 1 foto) le mareaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La segunda: el que no estuvieramos del todo centrados en la habitación, a lo que decía: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Es que esto me descoloca mazo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La tercera (en mi opinión) y la mejor, el episodio de la cocacola. Estabamos ya metidos cada uno en nuestros respectivos sacos de dormir cuando Ralf le dio un vaso de coca cola a Pedro, entonces se dió el siguiente diálogo a eso de lasssss 6 ó 7 de la mañana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuria, Ralf me ha dado mucha coca cola y yo no quiero más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pues no bebas más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero es que es mucha coca cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues no bebas más, dejala por ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es que me raya el ruido de las burbujas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues bébetela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero es que es mucha coca cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues no te la bebas y déjala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero es que me rayan las burbujas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues llévala a la cocina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es que estoy metido en el saco y no me apetece ir hasta allí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues déjala y llévatela cooooño!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jajajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dios mio! entramos en un bucle del que nos costó muchísimo salir! jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edito para añadir el comentario de Borja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Lo mejor de todo es cuando entra en mi habitación y me dice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;-&gt; Borja, bébete la coca cola que me estoy rayando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Es que me la ha puesto Ralf y no me la quiero beber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Borja-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pues déjala en la cocina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;No, pero bébetela tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En fín...esto fue así noche tras noche y me da la sensación de que se me olvida alguna paranoia más, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-7305015539505589816?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7305015539505589816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7305015539505589816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-its-you-i-hear-so-loud-and-so-clear.html' title='And it&apos;s you I hear so loud and so clear'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/Sa6ELnTrl8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6t_-p4ha8T4/s72-c/K%C3%B6ln+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4309113933849900285</id><published>2009-02-22T23:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:47:44.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>But now i know what i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SaHSmRWTvUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EbkxQ8-D2dY/s1600-h/100_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SaHSmRWTvUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EbkxQ8-D2dY/s320/100_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305753390952987970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody goes to Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Edito: Si hay alguien que todavía no crea en el "sueño americano" que le pregunten a Penelope Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mi enhorabuena a la susodicha Pe, Kate y Heath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4309113933849900285?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4309113933849900285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4309113933849900285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-now-i-know-what-i-want.html' title='But now i know what i want'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SaHSmRWTvUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EbkxQ8-D2dY/s72-c/100_0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-195381325784698238</id><published>2009-02-11T13:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:46:44.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'cos you drive me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me alegra ver que practicamente todo lo que me he propuesto lo he cumplido :D (menos lo del photoshop y lo de los papeles, por que eso lleva tener algo de tiempo para hacerlo) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Ya tengo cita en el dentista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Ya tengo el libro (tochisimo) de la autoescuela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Los papeles me pondre a ello ya de ya (pero antes tengo que hacer matrícula y leches también)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Tengo las manos destrozaicas de tocar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Me voy de viaje el 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Me puse hasta el culo de donuts (buenihmos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Algo ya se trastear con el photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Joder, las cosas van de pm y yo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por cierto, de 7 noches que tuvo la semana pasada (una de ellas de 2 horas...jajaja) 3 soñe con L.A.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(y otra de ellas con la señorita Williams)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cada vez más cerca :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-195381325784698238?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/195381325784698238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/195381325784698238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/02/cos-you-drive-me-crazy.html' title='&apos;cos you drive me crazy'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4804327491785639492</id><published>2009-01-26T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:16:11.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now our time, a real good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SX22xWCfb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gn66VoFnpNw/s1600-h/Donuts+con+Azahara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SX22xWCfb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gn66VoFnpNw/s320/Donuts+con+Azahara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295589695703445314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Propositos para fin de examenes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Ir al dentista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Apuntarme a la autoescuela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Empezar el papeleo para irme a San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Tocar mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Viajar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Comprar una caja de 6 donuts del donkin y querer morir después (Azahara, en este estas incluida tu también, quieras o no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Aprender a utilizar el photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4804327491785639492?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4804327491785639492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4804327491785639492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-our-time-real-good-time.html' title='Now our time, a real good time'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SX22xWCfb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gn66VoFnpNw/s72-c/Donuts+con+Azahara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6047353375478418615</id><published>2009-01-14T15:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:07:48.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence and love (intro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SW3xFIE9KkI/AAAAAAAAALs/7AB4cgqoyzY/s1600-h/Grabando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SW3xFIE9KkI/AAAAAAAAALs/7AB4cgqoyzY/s320/Grabando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291150207600110146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Escuchando, tocando, componiendo, grabando, aporreando la guitarra y el bajo, viendo conciertos, sonriendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estudiando??? para que?? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y vosotros? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6047353375478418615?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6047353375478418615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6047353375478418615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2009/01/violence-and-love-intro.html' title='Violence and love (intro)'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SW3xFIE9KkI/AAAAAAAAALs/7AB4cgqoyzY/s72-c/Grabando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-8726629984729260921</id><published>2008-12-29T21:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:07:09.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, monday, monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tal y como pone en la pizarra "I'll make it" y estoy demasiado segura de que lo voy a conseguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SVktSf4kZGI/AAAAAAAAALU/kRsyYucIGmk/s1600-h/Visual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SVktSf4kZGI/AAAAAAAAALU/kRsyYucIGmk/s320/Visual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285305433515648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Llamadme lo que querais, pero esto es lo que en realidad soy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SVktsWxU21I/AAAAAAAAALk/OM-EXOG_B98/s1600-h/Dreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SVktsWxU21I/AAAAAAAAALk/OM-EXOG_B98/s320/Dreamer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285305877745949522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-8726629984729260921?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8726629984729260921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8726629984729260921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-monday-monday.html' title='Monday, monday, monday'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SVktSf4kZGI/AAAAAAAAALU/kRsyYucIGmk/s72-c/Visual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-9106160578531555855</id><published>2008-12-13T13:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:09:43.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always wanted to be in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was little I thought for sure that one day I could be a big big star. Or maybe just beautiful. Beautiful and rich, like the women on tv. Yeah...I had a lot of dreams and I guess you can call me a real romantic because I truly belived that one day they'd come true. So I dreamed about it for hours, when the years went by I learned to stop sharing this with people. They say I was dreaming, but back then I believed it wholeheartdly. So whenever I was down I would just scape into my mind, to my other life, where I was someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It made me happy to think that all these people didn't know yet who I was going to be, but one day, they'd all see. I heard thar Marilyn Monroe was discovered in a soda shop and I thought fo sure I could be like that. So I started going out really young and I was always secretly looking for who was gonna to discover me. Was it this guy? Or maybe this one? You never knew. But even if they couldn't take me all the way, like Marilyn, they would somehow believe in me just enough. They'd see me for what I could be and think I was beautiful. Like a diamond in the rough. They would take me away to my new life and my new world where everything would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. I lived that way for a long long time. In my head, dreaming like that, it was nice. But one day it just stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time I meet Selby Wall? Shit...all I wanted was a beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I wanted was a beer. But the day I met Selby I spent most of the afternoon sit in the rain about to kill myself, so you can understand. I was flexible.I mean everybody's got to have faith in something. For me? For me all I have left was love, and I was getting pretty sure I wasn't gonna love a man again so...I was gonna do it. And the only reason I didn't was a five dollar bill. I knew I'd probably given some asshole a blow job for it so it really pissed me off that if I killed myself without spending it? well then I basicaly I'd sucked him off for free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I made the deal, I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"God, I'm gonna spend this five bucks, but when it's gone, so am I. So if you have something for me in this life you'd better bring it on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-9106160578531555855?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/9106160578531555855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/9106160578531555855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/12/monster.html' title='Monster'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2421970762053879945</id><published>2008-12-09T13:17:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:13:20.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarrerias varias (de Hannover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bueno, ya os he contado lo bonito que esta el centro de Hannover con sus puestecicos, el frio que hace y los festivales que nos pegamos y tal... ya es hora de hablaros de la gastronomía!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chan chan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vamos a empezar por lo que quizá llame menos la atención:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquí tenemos a mi amada cocacola de vainilla! :D y medio Pretzel (tenía hambre y me comí la otra mitad...jejeje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5oQpmUVLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cs5ikIKRMNY/s1600-h/100_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5oQpmUVLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cs5ikIKRMNY/s320/100_1582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277770448578565298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Este es el puto mejor chocolate del mundo!! De hecho me he traido 3 tabletas (si Borja, en el aeropuerto me compré otra, jajaja) Dios mio, nada más abrirlo ya huele a caramelo...buf! es que está demasiado bueno! jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5ohKkiHlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WU77gKximAU/s1600-h/100B2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5ohKkiHlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WU77gKximAU/s320/100B2280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277770732307357266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y ahora por supuesto las típicas currywurst! Joder, también están suuuper buenas y pican 1 poco, jeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5ptU0zG1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xEGLX7FHC_4/s1600-h/100B1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5ptU0zG1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xEGLX7FHC_4/s320/100B1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277772040729992018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y ahora vamos con lo fuerte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tu así de entrada puedes pensar: "joe, estos alemanes que raricos que son" y sí, lo son, pero yo creo que es debido a las cosas que comen y beben! como por ejemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Putenfilets. No he tenido el gusto de probarlos y me arrepiento  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si quereis saber a que saben (valga la redundancia) preguntadle a Borja, que el de putens sabe mucho, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5qrjNspqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/01H09sBPKO0/s1600-h/Putenfilets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5qrjNspqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/01H09sBPKO0/s320/Putenfilets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277773109744412322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquí tenemos el vodka que bebimos la primera noche:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El nombre lo dice todo, Putinoff! (que extraña fijación tienen estos alemanes...) Y sí, sabía a puta mierda, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5shiNKdxI/AAAAAAAAALE/5_kk-31_quo/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5shiNKdxI/AAAAAAAAALE/5_kk-31_quo/s320/100_1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277775136698300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y yo creo que esta fue la que más gracia me hizo de todas, la Asco cola!! que segün Borja sabe a lo que su nombre indica, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5uEyELrWI/AAAAAAAAALM/gIEI8TzGfxI/s1600-h/100_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5uEyELrWI/AAAAAAAAALM/gIEI8TzGfxI/s320/100_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277776841762647394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jajaja, bueno, pues hasta aquí hemos llegado, cuando me vuelva a ir de viaje volverá esta sección conmigo, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.D: You fascinate and magnetize me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2421970762053879945?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2421970762053879945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2421970762053879945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/12/guarrerias-varias-de-hannover.html' title='Guarrerias varias (de Hannover)'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/ST5oQpmUVLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cs5ikIKRMNY/s72-c/100_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4715477955184904840</id><published>2008-12-06T11:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:57:10.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannover, día 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hannover no está tan mal como Borja decía, jajaja, claro que igual es porque los mercadillos de navidad y las luces le dan algo más de encanto, jeje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ayer nos dimos un paseico bastante largo por el centro, el día anterior lo vimos pero por la noche, de día es otra cosa, jeje (bueno, mencionar que a las 16:30 se hace de noche :S :S :S ) Aquí eso de la navidad se lo toman muy en serio, la verdad, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;También fuimos por un parque muy grande (del que soy incapaz de recordar el nombre, jaja) y suuuper bonito, ademas como tampoco hacía mucho frio pues se estaba guay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/STpZL1TEn2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qKkYe9mk2hI/s1600-h/100_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/STpZL1TEn2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qKkYe9mk2hI/s320/100_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276627973238464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/STpZvdRZmBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NVFra-NY9XY/s1600-h/100B1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/STpZvdRZmBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NVFra-NY9XY/s320/100B1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276628585264289810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bueno pues tampoco se que más contar, ah bueno, el jueves salimos por ahí a un garito (del que tampoco me acuerdo del nombre) que estuvo bastante guay hasta que empezaron a poner canciones alemanas (creo que se las pedía Borja al dj)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Venga ya contare más cosas que me tengo que secar el pelo, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.D: You're nothing but an extra and baby i'm the star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4715477955184904840?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4715477955184904840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4715477955184904840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/12/hannover-da-3.html' title='Hannover, día 3.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/STpZL1TEn2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qKkYe9mk2hI/s72-c/100_1601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6221539116669770219</id><published>2008-12-04T17:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:22:42.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannover, día 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guten tag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pues ya estoy en Hannover (pronúnciese "Janofa"). En la escala que he hecho en Zuric me ha tocado correr muchísimo porque mi avión ha salido retrasado de Madrid (porque había niebla), pero por lo menos no he perdido la conexión :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno pues ya en Hannover nada más salir de la estación de trenes hay un mercadillo navideño y tal con puestecicos y esas cosas, todo muy bonito y eso, jeje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueeeeno puessss me piro que nos vamos al centro a comer más guarrerias varias (hare 1 sección como con la comida americana, jajaja) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasadlo bien en mi ausencia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6221539116669770219?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6221539116669770219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6221539116669770219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/12/hannover-da-1.html' title='Hannover, día 1.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2817654954944965293</id><published>2008-11-26T16:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:01:00.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' 'bout my generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SS1n9hdVE1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X6ux5a8AWnM/s1600-h/Fck%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SS1n9hdVE1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X6ux5a8AWnM/s320/Fck%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272985045371786066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pfffff, y me pienso seguir descojonando!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(das/is)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre pena y asco la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Edito: El que te sientas sol@ no te da derecho a hacer lo que quieras con la gente coño)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2817654954944965293?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2817654954944965293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2817654954944965293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/11/talkin-bout-my-generation.html' title='Talkin&apos; &apos;bout my generation'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SS1n9hdVE1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X6ux5a8AWnM/s72-c/Fck%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5645642894351270918</id><published>2008-11-19T21:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:25:43.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy he tenido una importante conversación con mi padre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se ha sucedido de la siguiente manera: tenía la puerta de mi cuarto abierta y ha visto como tenía de tiradas (bueno, en realidad es que las coloco así...) las zapatillas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SSR8_FGRmjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sWeth2qDnh0/s1600-h/zapatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SSR8_FGRmjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sWeth2qDnh0/s320/zapatos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270474887072422450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Padre de Nuria-&gt; Tienes que decirle a tu madre que te compre una historia de esas para meter las zapatillas, de esas que se cuelgan detrás de la puerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; Detrás de la puerta no puedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Padre de Nuria-&gt; Por qué no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nuria-&gt; Pues porque detrás de la puerta tengo un poster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He aquí la foto del susodicho poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SSR8x42S9fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v2aZyytjx2g/s1600-h/milla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SSR8x42S9fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v2aZyytjx2g/s320/milla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270474660445877746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Milla ni tocarla!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.D: Sí, así de interesante es mi vida actualmente, gracias.&lt;br /&gt;P.D 2: Creo que sigo siendo rubia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5645642894351270918?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5645642894351270918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5645642894351270918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know, I know'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SSR8_FGRmjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sWeth2qDnh0/s72-c/zapatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4915090046087575435</id><published>2008-11-11T12:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:58:48.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got love songs in my head that are killing us away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sólo me separan de lo que quiero hacer unas cuantas formalidades. Entre ellas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Pasaporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Certificado de nacimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Certificados de policía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Antecedentes judiciales y penales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Fotografías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Pruebas de solvencia económica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Traducciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&gt; Tasas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si pudiera irme ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SRlnxRCaTrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I5eqRBB08ZE/s1600-h/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SRlnxRCaTrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I5eqRBB08ZE/s320/100_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267355335271272114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por lo demás, quiero que vuelva ya L word. La vida real actualmente es un rollo, prefiero la ficción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D:  http://thelwordonline.com/s6_teasers.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4915090046087575435?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4915090046087575435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4915090046087575435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-love-songs-in-my-head-that-are.html' title='I&apos;ve got love songs in my head that are killing us away.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SRlnxRCaTrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I5eqRBB08ZE/s72-c/100_0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-665253998879571261</id><published>2008-10-28T13:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:48:32.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SQcJvsqTstI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9ffplVoBG_E/s1600-h/pokerbw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SQcJvsqTstI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9ffplVoBG_E/s320/pokerbw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262185404652827346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="signature"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"En toda partida de poker siempre hay un tonto. Si no sabes quien es el tonto...es que el tonto eres tú."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que os sirva de consejo para todo (y todos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1212290112820493405-665253998879571261?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/665253998879571261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/665253998879571261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/10/poker-anyone.html' title='Poker anyone?'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SQcJvsqTstI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9ffplVoBG_E/s72-c/pokerbw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4669150075781317041</id><published>2008-10-24T11:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:32:53.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anoche me dio por volver a ver la peli de Clerks 2 (la unica vez que la vi fue en el cine cuando la estrenaron) y me gusto el siguiente dialogo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dante:&lt;/span&gt; Intentas que me crea eso?? Estas insinuando que no crees en el amor, Becky? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becky:&lt;/span&gt; En el amor romantico? No. Veras, quiero a mis padres, quiero a mi coche, te quiero a ti, pero el amor romantico? corazones y flores? Solo hay 1 persona ahi fuera para mi? Venga ya! sabes cuantas personas hay ahi fuera? Lo mas seguro es que habra alguien que es mejor pareja para ti que la persona con la que acabaras casandote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que sabio es Kevin Smith, jejejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Venga chavales! que es fin de semana! a enamorarse todo el mundo!! jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4669150075781317041?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4669150075781317041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4669150075781317041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-end-of-world-as-we-know-it-and-i.html' title='Is the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-1287234097422774226</id><published>2008-10-13T14:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:06:09.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll make it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabes?? a veces lo único que hay que hacer es arriesgarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SPM5geeX4xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LhY2MsH38bY/s1600-h/La+Jolla+%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SPM5geeX4xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LhY2MsH38bY/s320/La+Jolla+%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256608420170556178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-1287234097422774226?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/1287234097422774226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/1287234097422774226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-make-it.html' title='We&apos;ll make it.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SPM5geeX4xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LhY2MsH38bY/s72-c/La+Jolla+%2832%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2147222213007646022</id><published>2008-10-01T23:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:54:03.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me with your best shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si tienes un objetivo, es más fácil ignorar los pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;los (por que está claro que, esos palos, nunca van a desaparecer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SOPv9wj5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBGvtUuE-0U/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SOPv9wj5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBGvtUuE-0U/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252305434730644402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We jammin'...hope you like jammin' too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2147222213007646022?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2147222213007646022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2147222213007646022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/10/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit me with your best shot'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SOPv9wj5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBGvtUuE-0U/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-7560067499191669594</id><published>2008-09-23T13:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:49:22.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El equilibrio (es lo que tiene)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNjRHCRwYoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ir2uJdz7c9c/s1600-h/Wonderful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNjRHCRwYoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ir2uJdz7c9c/s320/Wonderful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249175284500947586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo lo de pm que estaba hace 1 mes es lo puteada que estoy ahora :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Va a tocar currarselo y echarle 1 par a todo esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-7560067499191669594?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7560067499191669594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7560067499191669594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-equilibrio-es-lo-que-tiene.html' title='El equilibrio (es lo que tiene)'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNjRHCRwYoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ir2uJdz7c9c/s72-c/Wonderful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5595265685942471930</id><published>2008-09-17T21:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:28:55.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...the perfect dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNFaCa3F5-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GguFAfUi8zM/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNFaCa3F5-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GguFAfUi8zM/s320/100_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074038479972322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anoche me dio por ver Pulp fiction (casi me la se de memoria ya...jajaja) y me di cuenta de lo mucho que echo de menos California, asi que...que mejor manera de recordarla que comiendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5595265685942471930?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5595265685942471930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5595265685942471930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SNFaCa3F5-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GguFAfUi8zM/s72-c/100_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-482856258951730679</id><published>2008-09-13T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:15:26.608+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a secret to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMwfUfU-yKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/v5JsfTBFJq4/s1600-h/capable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMwfUfU-yKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/v5JsfTBFJq4/s320/capable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245602102847129762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-482856258951730679?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/482856258951730679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/482856258951730679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-not-secret-to-me.html' title='This is not a secret to me'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMwfUfU-yKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/v5JsfTBFJq4/s72-c/capable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-7944434027068043950</id><published>2008-09-06T20:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:42:19.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't say i'm sad to see you go, 'cause i'm not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada día que pasa estoy más segura de que la gente aprendió a hablar (con todo lo que ello trae consigo) para no tener que demostrar nada con sus propios actos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta claro que si hay gente que habla es porque hay gente que escucha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo prefiero observar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-7944434027068043950?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7944434027068043950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7944434027068043950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant-say-im-sad-to-see-you-go-cause-im.html' title='Can&apos;t say i&apos;m sad to see you go, &apos;cause i&apos;m not.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4202448263063586213</id><published>2008-09-05T13:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:58:50.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bien, basicamente es en esto en lo que pienso mientras estoy en la biblioteca intentanto hacer ejercicios de Gestión financiera de empresas turísticas (no os engañeis, no tiene absolutamente nada que ver con el turismo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así que os actualizo mi top 3 de fresssshhhh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ª Hayley Williams&lt;/span&gt; (creo que no hace falta decir por qué):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEb5BwxoAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HsB6MEm53Kk/s1600-h/grammy-photo-6-large_1203546690028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEb5BwxoAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HsB6MEm53Kk/s320/grammy-photo-6-large_1203546690028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242502107775475714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ª Ellen Page&lt;/span&gt; (como se nota que es canadiense joderrrr):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEcXp10TMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WNDg_yWLKAU/s1600-h/strech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEcXp10TMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WNDg_yWLKAU/s320/strech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242502633930116290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3ª Naomi Watts&lt;/span&gt; (no suele llevarse el bronce, pero esta vez...aun así nunca dejara de estar en todos mis tops):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEcwWVNh8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NJP81D4NPHA/s1600-h/41621_003_123_972lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEcwWVNh8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NJP81D4NPHA/s320/41621_003_123_972lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242503058189813698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que sepais, que algún día conoceré (por lo menos) a las dos primeras de mi top....y les meteré ficha a tope, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4202448263063586213?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4202448263063586213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4202448263063586213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-3.html' title='Top 3.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SMEb5BwxoAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HsB6MEm53Kk/s72-c/grammy-photo-6-large_1203546690028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4959740037171110716</id><published>2008-09-04T13:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:56:42.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what i like about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL_M2Qh-JGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J1nEB732bwM/s1600-h/joker-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL_M2Qh-JGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J1nEB732bwM/s320/joker-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242133723805000802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and this is what I am right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wanna play??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4959740037171110716?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4959740037171110716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4959740037171110716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-what-i-like-about-you.html' title='That&apos;s what i like about you'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL_M2Qh-JGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J1nEB732bwM/s72-c/joker-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5826471282481613641</id><published>2008-09-02T21:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:45:58.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dolly Partons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working nine to five...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL2Xp4jMWtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g2f8qQkEB5M/s1600-h/Love%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL2Xp4jMWtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g2f8qQkEB5M/s320/Love%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241512287139551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What a way to make a living!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5826471282481613641?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5826471282481613641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5826471282481613641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/dolly-partons.html' title='The Dolly Partons'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SL2Xp4jMWtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g2f8qQkEB5M/s72-c/Love%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-8323927994196164539</id><published>2008-09-01T11:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:06:37.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, claro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLuwa7ewU3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8bE31vRI1Kw/s1600-h/Horoscopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLuwa7ewU3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8bE31vRI1Kw/s320/Horoscopo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240976568065479538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eso mismo fue lo que pensé yo cuando leí el horóscopo de la revista OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La verdad es que lo leo porque generalmente suele acertarme, pero esta vez pensé "Ja! esta vez no aciertas ni de coña!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pero visto lo visto...estoy guardando los cuchillos bajo llave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-8323927994196164539?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8323927994196164539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8323927994196164539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/09/ya-claro.html' title='Ya, claro.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLuwa7ewU3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8bE31vRI1Kw/s72-c/Horoscopo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6760399938534432437</id><published>2008-08-31T17:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:02:27.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna sleep in L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLqyLz3-FBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZxAIBaDtav8/s1600-h/Los_Angeles_skyline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLqyLz3-FBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZxAIBaDtav8/s320/Los_Angeles_skyline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697032372261906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y felicidad,  bienestar y paz como dice uno de mis profesores de universidad por mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6760399938534432437?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6760399938534432437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6760399938534432437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-sleep-in-la.html' title='I wanna sleep in L.A.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLqyLz3-FBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZxAIBaDtav8/s72-c/Los_Angeles_skyline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-3074001696182124943</id><published>2008-08-30T03:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:32:15.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have to start from somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLiusGzGOsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R7fZo2X5hSs/s1600-h/photo248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLiusGzGOsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R7fZo2X5hSs/s320/photo248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240130239207979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"A los 16 años, y según la propia Monroe, animada por su amiga Edith, decidió casarse para poder abandonar el orfanato. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;afortunado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; fue James E. Dougherty, irlandés de 21 años, empleado de una fábrica de aviones. Monroe se entregó a la tarea de ser una buena ama de casa, hasta que estalló la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Su marido se incorporó a la Marina y fue enviado como instructor a la isla Catalina, frente a Los Angeles. Marilyn le acompañó unos meses, pero después él embarcó hacia Australia. Se divorciarían en 1946.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;En 1945 un fotógrafo de la Marina visitó la fábrica donde ella trabajaba con su suegra para hacer un reportaje sobre el trabajo de las mujeres durante la guerra. Monroe fue elegida para salir en las fotos. La revista Yank le propone convertirse en modelo. Seguidamente es contratada por la agencia de modelos Blue Book."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;" &gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-3074001696182124943?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3074001696182124943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3074001696182124943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning.html' title='The beginning.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLiusGzGOsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/R7fZo2X5hSs/s72-c/photo248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-28466579148920180</id><published>2008-08-26T21:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:15:44.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLRhydgrndI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VDYf14KXJqY/s1600-h/100_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLRhydgrndI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VDYf14KXJqY/s320/100_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238919786081787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hasta hace bien poco era incapaz de imaginarme en un futuro. Ahora tengo uno que quiero (y pretendo) cumplir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...the land of the free and the home of the brave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-28466579148920180?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/28466579148920180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/28466579148920180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-things-first.html' title='First things first.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLRhydgrndI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VDYf14KXJqY/s72-c/100_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-7742053450641893930</id><published>2008-08-25T01:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:47:07.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLHyh_WxtdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8ixXJR1Z02w/s1600-h/100_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLHyh_WxtdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8ixXJR1Z02w/s320/100_0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238234507365168594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't count the days that I've spent in Madrid, I count the days 'till I see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I will, sooner or later. That's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-7742053450641893930?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7742053450641893930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/7742053450641893930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/later.html' title='Later!'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SLHyh_WxtdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8ixXJR1Z02w/s72-c/100_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5603619917225877372</id><published>2008-08-19T10:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:49:11.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKqI7xU49WI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kWZdEVkMUM8/s1600-h/I+like+myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKqI7xU49WI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kWZdEVkMUM8/s320/I+like+myself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236148077206238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5603619917225877372?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5603619917225877372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5603619917225877372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/fight.html' title='Fight!'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKqI7xU49WI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kWZdEVkMUM8/s72-c/I+like+myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4890233532551262195</id><published>2008-08-18T00:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:46:10.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al lío.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A partir de mañana, todo esto se acaba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKioRCKR1TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MeSu-C41sk/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-passed-out-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKioRCKR1TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MeSu-C41sk/s320/lindsay-lohan-passed-out-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235619577409426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esto es lo único que me importa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKioqT29BTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-TVlFvwuSQM/s1600-h/100_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKioqT29BTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-TVlFvwuSQM/s320/100_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235620011656938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4890233532551262195?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4890233532551262195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4890233532551262195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/al-lio.html' title='Al lío.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKioRCKR1TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3MeSu-C41sk/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-passed-out-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5399510648030752138</id><published>2008-08-16T14:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:16:50.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrí, Madrí, Madrí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKbFKAgeZjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Rm9nr5doqGA/s1600-h/surrealismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKbFKAgeZjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Rm9nr5doqGA/s320/surrealismo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235088392590353970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Solo llevo 2 días en Madrid (con sus 2 noches) y no me lo he podido pasar mejor!&lt;br /&gt;Se nota que he vuelto con fuerza (y sed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5399510648030752138?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5399510648030752138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5399510648030752138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/madr-madr-madr.html' title='Madrí, Madrí, Madrí.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SKbFKAgeZjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Rm9nr5doqGA/s72-c/surrealismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-740130404455629213</id><published>2008-08-08T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:02:14.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 25. Chargers!</title><content type='html'>Ayer estuve en el entrenamiento de los Chargers, que es el equipo de futbol (americano, claro) de San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;Me estuvieron explicando más o menos en que consiste el juego, por que hay tantísimos jugadores en los equipos, por que en el entrenamiento no se dan hostias, por que los partidos duran tanto cuando en realidad el tiempo de juego son 60 minutos...esas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No os podeis imaginar lo grandes que son esos tios, bueno para que os hagais una idea subo esta foto, jajajaja&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJyJS5tMCII/AAAAAAAAAGs/WrcQ1DtdlqM/s1600-h/100_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJyJS5tMCII/AAAAAAAAAGs/WrcQ1DtdlqM/s320/100_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232207824918677634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me estaba descojonando de ver la diferencia entre su altura y su cuerpo y el mio, jajajaja, que foto más tremenda, jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nada, el sábado veremos el partido (por la tv eso si, Football party en ca' Jordan) y a ver si me entero de algo, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJyJ99PbINI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zMQ3lJS2xuM/s1600-h/100_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJyJ99PbINI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zMQ3lJS2xuM/s320/100_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232208564601954514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Chargers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-740130404455629213?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/740130404455629213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/740130404455629213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/san-diego-da-25-chargers.html' title='San Diego, día 25. Chargers!'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJyJS5tMCII/AAAAAAAAAGs/WrcQ1DtdlqM/s72-c/100_1195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4372386031933149451</id><published>2008-08-07T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:48:11.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 24. Guarrerias varias, primera parte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bien, todos conocemos los pilares básicos de la gastronomía americana, o eso nos creemos. Bueno, pues yo hoy voy a contaros las cosas que más me gustan y que he ido probando en este país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De las cosas que más me gustan son las Double stuf Oreo de peanut butter, son el puto mejor invento del mundo, estan demasiado buenas! jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJswFDa_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nHUtksj9mdc/s1600-h/Peanut+butter+Oreo+double+stuf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJswFDa_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nHUtksj9mdc/s320/Peanut+butter+Oreo+double+stuf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231828255496955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peeero también tienen otro tipo que esta bueniiiisimo, que son las Golden Oreos. Estas tienen la galleta de vainilla y lo de dentro igual que las oreos que conocemos nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJswlgjRNhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ekNZ6LvkGwA/s1600-h/Golden+oreo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJswlgjRNhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ekNZ6LvkGwA/s320/Golden+oreo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231828813072119314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bien, seguimos por la categoría de "desayunos" jejeje. Cuando llegué desayunaba estos cereales, Trix. Son bolas de maiz pero saben a ositos de gominolas (a mi me saben asi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsxABQVIeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eiwu8b8AqUI/s1600-h/Trix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsxABQVIeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eiwu8b8AqUI/s320/Trix.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231829268527653346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ehm...que más...ah si! los Pop tarts! son la releche. Yo esto ya lo conocia en España de alguna vez que me ha dado por comprarlos, pero allí son muy caros y aquí nop (en Madrid los venden en el Vips, para los que estén interesados) Bueno, los Pop tarts son galleta por fuera y por dentro una especie de crema, que puede ser de mermelada de fresa, de canela, de oreos, de chocolate, de chocolate y marshmallows...Nosotros pillamos los de Oreo (como no) para probar a ver que tal y también cojonudos, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsyHcQq0lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MTVdlDz4vUM/s1600-h/Pop+tarts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsyHcQq0lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MTVdlDz4vUM/s320/Pop+tarts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231830495547544146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsyVlCwtFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ErDPFygWmjw/s1600-h/Oreo+Pop+tarts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJsyVlCwtFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ErDPFygWmjw/s320/Oreo+Pop+tarts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231830738423297106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Otra de las cosas que no tenía ni idea de que esxistian son los Rice krispies treat. Que son como un cubo (forma geométrica) de rice krispies blandos con marshmallows. Muy dulce y muy buenihmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJszyXeiBeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vkSuMtIflvs/s1600-h/Rice+crispies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJszyXeiBeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vkSuMtIflvs/s320/Rice+crispies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231832332509513186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y para terminar, una foto de los rollos de canela con nueces que hizo la madre de Jordan (yo pude comerme solo uno por que eran extra dulces) y los waffles que hicimos Jordan y yo (que les pusimos chocolate y peanut butter por dentro y estaban treeeemendos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJs0mF3fYoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/upOBEZwoxA4/s1600-h/Cinnamon+rolls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJs0mF3fYoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/upOBEZwoxA4/s320/Cinnamon+rolls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231833221135557250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJs02QwXLoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RbH9mdel2rA/s1600-h/Waffles+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJs02QwXLoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RbH9mdel2rA/s320/Waffles+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231833498936356482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por hoy ya termino que no me apetece escribir más ni subir más fotos, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.D: No, no estoy engordando :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4372386031933149451?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4372386031933149451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4372386031933149451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/san-diego-da-24-guarrerias-varias.html' title='San Diego, día 24. Guarrerias varias, primera parte.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJswFDa_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nHUtksj9mdc/s72-c/Peanut+butter+Oreo+double+stuf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2244892083307110529</id><published>2008-08-05T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:26:38.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 22. De vuelta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madre mia que pedazo de fin de semana!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qué de cosasss y emociones en tan poco tiempo! jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Primero: Paramore I-N-C-R-E-I-B-L-E-S. Mereció la pena la de hostias que me lleve por verlo desde 2ª/3ª fila, sin duda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi060FlwjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YtPIYdCsceE/s1600-h/100_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi060FlwjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YtPIYdCsceE/s320/100_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231129889698333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y después del conciertaco nos fuimos derechitos a Los Angeles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que ciudad dios mio, no hay nada mas guay en el mundo, jajaja. Hombre, como ciudad, bonita bonita no es, pero si impresiona la verdad. Me encantó.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuimos de recorrido turístico con la hermana de Jordan por todas partes, jajaja, West Hollywood, Rodeo, Beberly Hills, Mulholland...y muchos más sitios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi1-XYXzWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/43s6tYcsKlw/s1600-h/100_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi1-XYXzWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/43s6tYcsKlw/s320/100_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231131050223586658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi2SYpeWRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1QHdNKRVjjg/s1600-h/100_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi2SYpeWRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1QHdNKRVjjg/s320/100_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231131394161137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peeero, después de pasar allí todo el fin de semana nos fuimos a Disneyland :D&lt;br /&gt;Joe que guay y que divertido, me lo pasé super bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi3N4sZayI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jZDEyxrVgsc/s1600-h/100_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi3N4sZayI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jZDEyxrVgsc/s320/100_1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231132416375614242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2244892083307110529?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2244892083307110529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2244892083307110529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/san-diego-da-22-de-vuelta.html' title='San Diego, día 22. De vuelta.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJi060FlwjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YtPIYdCsceE/s72-c/100_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-911967631739577608</id><published>2008-08-01T21:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:44:24.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 18. Paramore &amp; L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aaaaaaah!!! por fín llegó el día del concierto de Paramoreeeee!!! diooossss ganazas! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y después....Los Angeles!!! toma! a pasar el finde borracha y desfasando en L.A. jajaja, espero volver de allí sin resaca y con más tinta en mi cuerpo si es posible, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJODn5zSUrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nDzy7qBosSA/s1600-h/Abba+vs.+Paramore.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJODn5zSUrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nDzy7qBosSA/s320/Abba+vs.+Paramore.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229668313861345970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-911967631739577608?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/911967631739577608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/911967631739577608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/08/san-diego-da-18-paramore-la.html' title='San Diego, día 18. Paramore &amp; L.A.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJODn5zSUrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nDzy7qBosSA/s72-c/Abba+vs.+Paramore.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4475884138771940147</id><published>2008-07-31T19:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:42:52.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 17. Baseball 2ª parte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bien, pues anoche también fuimos al baseball. Jugaban los mismos equipos: los Padres de San Diego contra los A diamond blacks de Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El resultado del partido?? volvimos a palmar, esta vez por 7 a 3; pero bueno, anoche vi home runs y cosas asi, jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aqui Jordan y yo en el partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJH5IhFZaPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8RS3EijI1Rs/s1600-h/100_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJH5IhFZaPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8RS3EijI1Rs/s320/100_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229234567069133042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los planes para hoy son: 1 poco de shopping (que ya puedo volver a gastar pasta, por que me habia quedado a menos 2) y ehm...intentaremos ir a Boombox esta noche a ver que tal, pero excesos los justos, que mañana es el concierto de Paramoreeeee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4475884138771940147?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4475884138771940147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4475884138771940147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-17-baseball-2-parte.html' title='San Diego, día 17. Baseball 2ª parte.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJH5IhFZaPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8RS3EijI1Rs/s72-c/100_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-3578163742993688607</id><published>2008-07-30T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:53:41.928+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 16. Baseball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayer fui con Jordan a mi primer partido de baseball.&lt;br /&gt;El partido era de los Padres de San Diego contra los A diamonds de Arizona, y palmamos 3-0, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJCi8p5FMgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9lumb8FXCR0/s1600-h/100_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJCi8p5FMgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9lumb8FXCR0/s320/100_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228858330298266114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La afición en el baseball no es como en el futbol para nada(con lo que me gusta a mi hacer el ultra, jajaja), pero bueno Jordan dice que es por que el equipo es 1 mierda, que si tuvieran 1 equipo mejor la cosa sería, al menos, 1 poco distinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y poco más que contar, me voy a desayunar (hambre gana a blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-3578163742993688607?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3578163742993688607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/3578163742993688607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-16-baseball.html' title='San Diego, día 16. Baseball.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SJCi8p5FMgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9lumb8FXCR0/s72-c/100_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6142853132569127623</id><published>2008-07-28T19:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:08:46.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me he pasado muuucho tiempo sin escribir por que no he tenido tiempo (mentira, en realidad soy una vaga, pero eso ya lo sabiais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, voy a subir alguna foto asi guay que tengo de San Diego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SI4IPMaZm2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0BtBEbhpUV0/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SI4IPMaZm2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0BtBEbhpUV0/s320/Balboa+park+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228125274546740066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SI4Ign-ByXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/er_HVFt3IBc/s1600-h/100_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SI4Ign-ByXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/er_HVFt3IBc/s320/100_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228125574001707378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estos días también hemos estado por: Escondido (que es donde estamos en realidad), La Jolla, Laguna beach, Balboa island, Newport, Coronado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ayer fuimos a la playa con los vecinos (que vaya peeeedazo de caravana tienen, más grande que mi casa, jajaja) y estuvimos por ahí montando en bici, jugando a "Catch" (lanzarse la pelota de football) y descubrí que hubiera sido una gran quarterback, jajaja, también descubrí lo gilipollas que fuí al no ponerme crema en la espalda aunque estuviera nublado (aaaarg) ahora sufro las consecuencias, jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, en fin, no me apetece escribir más, solo decir que me estoy preparando ya fisica y psicologicamente para el CONCIERTAZO (y posterior viaje) del viernessssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6142853132569127623?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6142853132569127623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6142853132569127623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-14.html' title='San Diego, día 14.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SI4IPMaZm2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0BtBEbhpUV0/s72-c/Balboa+park+%2818%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-491302198454573574</id><published>2008-07-22T21:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:47:24.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 8. At the beach, bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabes que estas en California por cosas como esta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY7qLY4lBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FbJMCUG7MTc/s1600-h/tabla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY7qLY4lBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FbJMCUG7MTc/s320/tabla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225930013407745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bieeeeen por fin he podido pisar la playa californiana, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;Hacía 1 sol esssstupendo y el agua estaba de pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY5ahSekoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HKIkKqaJJiU/s1600-h/Moonlight+beach,+Encinitas..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY5ahSekoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HKIkKqaJJiU/s320/Moonlight+beach,+Encinitas..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225927545385292418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY7vhASuZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Igg98J65jrk/s1600-h/Moonlight+beach,+Encinitas.+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY7vhASuZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Igg98J65jrk/s320/Moonlight+beach,+Encinitas.+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225930105109526930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espero ir próximamente a Newport beach, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-491302198454573574?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/491302198454573574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/491302198454573574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-8-at-beach-bitch.html' title='San Diego, día 8. At the beach, bitch.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIY7qLY4lBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FbJMCUG7MTc/s72-c/tabla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-2399353551421537830</id><published>2008-07-21T20:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:52:53.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 7. Balboa park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITaICzSRuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uVZqsIlcGyI/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2837%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITaICzSRuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uVZqsIlcGyI/s320/Balboa+park+%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225541299382404834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha llegado el momento de confesar...los remordimientos podían conmigo...No estoy en San Diego, estoy en Andalucía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITZM8MHAwI/AAAAAAAAADk/qXisP8Ts4FY/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2827%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITZM8MHAwI/AAAAAAAAADk/qXisP8Ts4FY/s320/Balboa+park+%2827%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225540283995194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITY56B2HcI/AAAAAAAAADc/V2xvIXkNE4s/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2825%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITY56B2HcI/AAAAAAAAADc/V2xvIXkNE4s/s320/Balboa+park+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225539956997758402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITa1NtFQXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BXiEZTtRtiE/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITa1NtFQXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BXiEZTtRtiE/s320/Balboa+park+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225542075403288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITYG_Hz3aI/AAAAAAAAADM/kBtbKhMn-zk/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITYG_Hz3aI/AAAAAAAAADM/kBtbKhMn-zk/s320/Balboa+park+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225539082191625634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITZ0gJm9JI/AAAAAAAAADs/Im0r-Q6oTnc/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%2829%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITZ0gJm9JI/AAAAAAAAADs/Im0r-Q6oTnc/s320/Balboa+park+%2829%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225540963663279250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITXe5wTM7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tugbY2b1f5A/s1600-h/Balboa+park+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITXe5wTM7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tugbY2b1f5A/s320/Balboa+park+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225538393556071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obviamente es coña, jejejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-2399353551421537830?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2399353551421537830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/2399353551421537830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-7-balboa-park.html' title='San Diego, día 7. Balboa park.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SITaICzSRuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uVZqsIlcGyI/s72-c/Balboa+park+%2837%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-116828908296398027</id><published>2008-07-20T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:52:33.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 6. Gay pride parade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOIHVKRomI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DMpSTXKnPfA/s1600-h/100_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOIHVKRomI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DMpSTXKnPfA/s320/100_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225169652200612450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un poco tarde pero por fin llegó el día del desfile del orgullo gay a San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De las cosas que más me sorprendieron, a parte de que empezaba a las 11 de la mañana!!, es que la iglesia también se manifiesta a favor de los gays! jajaja (cualquiera de ellas, por que tiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n como 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No se, este país es muy raro, jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Las "carrozas" son muy muy diferentes, es como maaas reivindicativo que festivo, aunque también hay carrozas con música y tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOEZuf9rlI/AAAAAAAAACk/y8dP4q0ahE0/s1600-h/100_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOEZuf9rlI/AAAAAAAAACk/y8dP4q0ahE0/s320/100_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225165570193600082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOGv-pyyqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tlx0ANzF4UE/s1600-h/100_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOGv-pyyqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tlx0ANzF4UE/s320/100_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225168151510174370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui las personas más asi importantes/famosillas van en unos coches para ellos solos (tipo Kennedy) y la policía también se manifiesta a favor del gay pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ehm...bueno no se hay de todo, jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después del desfile y tal estaba el "Festival" que en realidad de festival tiene poco (al menos como lo entendemos en España) es más bien comooooo una  feria del orgullo gay, jajaja, con sus puestos de comida, su noria, esas cosas, solo que a escala americana, lo que quiere decir que es mucho más grande y hay todo tipo de cosas, jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Ahi fue donde adquirí este color rojizo que tengo ahora en brazos y cara...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ehm, bueno, tengo millones de fotos (hasta que la batería de mi cámara murió, claro está)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proximamente: Balboa park, San Diego downtown y guarrerias varias (de comida, no penseis mal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D: Contadme cosas del Summercase, cabrones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-116828908296398027?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/116828908296398027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/116828908296398027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-6-gay-pride-parade.html' title='San Diego, día 6. Gay pride parade.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIOIHVKRomI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DMpSTXKnPfA/s72-c/100_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-8231355656187494548</id><published>2008-07-18T20:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:04:23.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 4. Slurpee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi fotógrafa me dijo que tenía que ir a un 7eleven a tomarme un Slurpee como los que se tomaba Juno, y el resultado es ese, jajaja, no puedo salir peor!!! la verdad es que estaba descojonada cuando me hacia Jordan la foto, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIDbKw6Y9DI/AAAAAAAAACM/G2JG-C0kGwQ/s1600-h/l_6796553cf0b892f4f635b1e0dedb2a49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIDbKw6Y9DI/AAAAAAAAACM/G2JG-C0kGwQ/s320/l_6796553cf0b892f4f635b1e0dedb2a49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224416545724757042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En fin, ayer me compré la cámara de fotos, así que a partir de hoy, pienso hacerles fotos hasta a las piedras, jajajaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah! por cierto, que se me olvidaba. Anoche fuimos al cine a ver la nueva de Batman y la peli está de pm! Que grannnnde el señor Ledger! inmenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo lo que veis en la tele de gente disfrazada para ir al cine y que hacen cola durante horas para ver la película...es totalmente cierto, ayer lo vi yo con mis propios ojos, jajajaja, que divertido! (excepto lo de hacer cola, eso es 1 coñazo) Pero me ha dicho Jordan que eso solo pasa en los estrenos así importantes. Bueno también aplauden y cuando pasa algo un poco espectacular puedes escuchar algún "oh man!" jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy iremos downtown a ver que se cuece por el centro de San Diegorl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasadlo bien y contadme cosas vuestras coño! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-8231355656187494548?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8231355656187494548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8231355656187494548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-4-slurpee.html' title='San Diego, día 4. Slurpee.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SIDbKw6Y9DI/AAAAAAAAACM/G2JG-C0kGwQ/s72-c/l_6796553cf0b892f4f635b1e0dedb2a49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5853159645863604601</id><published>2008-07-17T18:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:14:18.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego, día 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SH-L1k7WmuI/AAAAAAAAACE/rF7FkaWva-s/s1600-h/2676660363_73e0490b12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SH-L1k7WmuI/AAAAAAAAACE/rF7FkaWva-s/s320/2676660363_73e0490b12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047845335014114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno, no he podido escribir hasta ahora por que no he tenido mucho tiempo y cuando lo he tenido estaba muy cansada (por el puñetero cambio horario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno pues despues de millones de horas de avión, y una escala en la que encima me tocó correr (por que no llegaba a pillar el 2º avión de Boston a San Diego y encima los policias no dejaban de pararme, pedirme el pasaporte y hacerme millones de preguntas), llegué a San Diego y alli me recogió Jordan para ir a casa de su hermano en La Jolla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayer estuvimos en las carreras de caballos, que por lo visto ese día aquí es muy importante (más que nada por que pueden emborracharse de 11 de la mañana a las 6 de la tarde, jejeje). Y nada, fuimos hasta allí en una Limo-bus fliiiipante, jejeje, y volvimos tambien en limusina. La foto es de ayer en las carreras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y nada, por la tarde/noche fuimos a Walmart a comprarme 1 movil cutrecillo y luego ya llegamos a casa de Jordan (que es grandiiiiiisima).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy no se que haremos, a mi la verdad es que me gustaría ir a fundirme unos cuantos dollars, jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5853159645863604601?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5853159645863604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5853159645863604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-da-3.html' title='San Diego, día 3.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SH-L1k7WmuI/AAAAAAAAACE/rF7FkaWva-s/s72-c/2676660363_73e0490b12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4209253027925657270</id><published>2008-07-14T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:42:31.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, falta 1 día. Hablando de Paris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buf! vaya viaje! patearse Paris en 2 días es una paaaaliza, pero merece la pena, es una ciudad bastante bonita (si no nos fijamos en la suciedad de sus calles...) y con miles de cosas que ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta soy yo en la torre Eiffel a la que, una vez más, fui incapaz de subir, jajaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Torre Eiffel 1 - Vértigo de Nuria 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHtae2PZsRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XQmhtplV8hQ/s1600-h/Paris+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHtae2PZsRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XQmhtplV8hQ/s320/Paris+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867678868910354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de Paris (no turistico) ha sido:&lt;br /&gt;1.- L@s japos &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2.- Las alemanas rubiiiisimas.&lt;br /&gt;3.- Las piernas que hemos hecho después de andar tantiiiiisimo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno puesssss....la verdad es que no se que más contar....tampoco me apetece escribir mucho, todavía estoy cansada y no he empezado a hacer la maleta! jajaja, no puedo ser taaaaan vaga joe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo muchisimas ganas de irme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"La gente suele juzgar a los demás basándose en su propia escala de valores, pero, al fin y al cabo, ésas son siempre valoraciones subjetivas."&lt;/span&gt; PlatonicSex, Ai Iijima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4209253027925657270?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4209253027925657270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4209253027925657270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/madrid-falta-1-da-hablando-de-paris.html' title='Madrid, falta 1 día. Hablando de Paris.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHtae2PZsRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XQmhtplV8hQ/s72-c/Paris+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-5705387664282543382</id><published>2008-07-10T13:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:30:38.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, faltan 5 dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mañana la tendré delante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHXuywB7O7I/AAAAAAAAABg/hLQkfW2fj6M/s1600-h/torre-eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHXuywB7O7I/AAAAAAAAABg/hLQkfW2fj6M/s320/torre-eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221341898659806130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-5705387664282543382?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5705387664282543382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/5705387664282543382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/madrid-faltan-4-dias.html' title='Madrid, faltan 5 dias.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHXuywB7O7I/AAAAAAAAABg/hLQkfW2fj6M/s72-c/torre-eiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-8736701200118569320</id><published>2008-07-06T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:07:10.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, faltan 10 dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHEUhIQ7-kI/AAAAAAAAABY/m3_MG2VKIGg/s1600-h/2344570028_f7982f30e3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHEUhIQ7-kI/AAAAAAAAABY/m3_MG2VKIGg/s320/2344570028_f7982f30e3_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219976002485877314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cada vez lo veo más cerca y tengo más ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-8736701200118569320?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8736701200118569320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/8736701200118569320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/07/cada-vez-lo-veo-ms-cerca-y-tengo-ms.html' title='Madrid, faltan 10 dias.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SHEUhIQ7-kI/AAAAAAAAABY/m3_MG2VKIGg/s72-c/2344570028_f7982f30e3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-4374624858607269937</id><published>2008-06-30T13:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:31:32.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, faltan 15 dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGjD5PhQyPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/796hOB0h4OA/s1600-h/Only+god+can+judge+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGjD5PhQyPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/796hOB0h4OA/s320/Only+god+can+judge+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217635556494723314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y poco más que decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-4374624858607269937?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4374624858607269937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/4374624858607269937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/06/madrid-faltan-15-dias.html' title='Madrid, faltan 15 dias.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGjD5PhQyPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/796hOB0h4OA/s72-c/Only+god+can+judge+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212290112820493405.post-6526215088144342170</id><published>2008-06-26T10:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:13:33.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, faltan 19 dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bueno pues, me abri este blog para contar las cosas que me pasen estas vacaciones en la otra punta del mundo, jejeje. Vale, en realidad lo he hecho por que soy una vaga y pasaba de contar lo mismo por mail 30 veces...jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Este es el principio: ya tengo pasaporte!!! bieeeeen! (aunque por las pintas que llevo en la foto no me dejan entrar en el pais ni de coña, jajaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGNcnVV27bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UeElW1ZqGSg/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGNcnVV27bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UeElW1ZqGSg/s320/Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216114624238644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGNcda5VMnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HZ1Sg867b8Q/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212290112820493405-6526215088144342170?l=nuria-watts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6526215088144342170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1212290112820493405/posts/default/6526215088144342170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuria-watts.blogspot.com/2008/06/madrid-faltan-19-dias.html' title='Madrid, faltan 19 dias.'/><author><name>Nuria Watts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927596364752447641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SsSiTiFfToI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZCJ8M6WLEhE/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qIk_VPmeNk/SGNcnVV27bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UeElW1ZqGSg/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
