<?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-7458785</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:56:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En mi opinión...</title><subtitle type='html'>Mis opiniones sobre los sucesos de Tijuana, México y el mundo sobre: politica, música, cultura, la vida y lo que se me ocurra...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-4328415747782664455</id><published>2011-07-20T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:41:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Revive! 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Walk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-4328415747782664455?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4328415747782664455/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=4328415747782664455' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4328415747782664455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4328415747782664455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2011/07/mobile.html' title='Mobile'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-7140244221492359542</id><published>2009-09-21T21:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:53:18.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to life...</title><content type='html'>I had so many ideas to write this year, so many, exciting things to say, to show, to scream, projects and works... but I didn't, I promise myself I will, and then I don't do anything... this must end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/SrhXfV6rJnI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsNl3IWgAjI/s1600-h/On+Fire+number+2+(800).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/SrhXfV6rJnI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsNl3IWgAjI/s320/On+Fire+number+2+(800).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384149550492231282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comeback will be stronger than ever. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-7140244221492359542?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7140244221492359542/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=7140244221492359542' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7140244221492359542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7140244221492359542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming back to life...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/SrhXfV6rJnI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsNl3IWgAjI/s72-c/On+Fire+number+2+(800).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6920925255340960676</id><published>2009-01-19T19:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:34:04.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back soon</title><content type='html'>There is a huge update coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on it... ok I just started but, I intent to get back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6920925255340960676?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6920925255340960676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6920925255340960676' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6920925255340960676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6920925255340960676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-be-back-soon.html' title='Will be back soon'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6476740854982106300</id><published>2008-10-13T21:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:22:44.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence Of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"The essence of a dream can follow you all day long. Sometimes two or three days. I have had dreams as a little kid that I remember like they were yesterday, though as time goes on these dream are sometimes hard to tell from actual events as they survive in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am fascinated with the essence factor of dreams, period. They are as real as the essence felt from the ambient of an actual place, like a house you grew up in. Your favorite bar, or your school. The first Christmas tree you see every year, the smell of it, and especially songs. Some feelings these environments evoke are awful, some magical. All of them completely real. Real enough that numerous cultures throughout history have believed that the dream world is every bit as important and substantial and a vital part of human life as the conscious state. Some mysticisms actually look at the world of dreams as being the 'true and only world' and everything else an illusion. For my money, if you put an ice pick through your hand, I think it will prove to be a pretty fucking good illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I had a dream that has been following me all day like a sick dog. I was in a hotel near the house I grew up in. I was in a café that happened to be the lunch court of my elementary school. Various friends from my past were walking up and talking to me. In the middle of this scene walks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Layne Staley&lt;/span&gt;. He looked much like he did the first time I met him. Shoulder-length hair, clean-shaved. Clear-eyed and looking about 20 years old. I was so happy. Confused a little, but in a dream like this, I just wanted to accept the idea that there was some mistake and he was alive and well. He seemed happy and said was working on some new music project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up not long after that with the feeling that I had really just talked to him and he was somewhere doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My next thought was one that has plagued me for years. Sitting in Kelly Curtis' living room with about 30 people, all sobbing. We had just come from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andy Wood's&lt;/span&gt; extra weird funeral-wake thing at the Paramount Theater. It had these new age overtones that didn't fit Andy's life at all. There was an amazing film of Andy with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mother Love Bone&lt;/span&gt; band mates. All of Andy's friends and family were there, mixed with a bunch of fans who I didn't like but knew Andy would have loved. The fans went home. His friends went to Kelly's. We were crammed in a smallish living room with people sitting on every available surface. Couch arms, end tables, the floor. I was leaning on the back of one of the couches that face away from the rest of the room and toward the front door. I remember Andy's girlfriend looking at everyone and saying, 'This is just like 'La Bamba',' then suddenly I heard slapping footsteps growing louder and louder as they reached the front door and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Layne&lt;/span&gt; flew in, completely breaking down and crying so deeply that he looked truly frightened and lost. Very childlike. He looked up at everyone at once and I had this sudden urge to run over and grab him and give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be OK. Kelly has always had a way of making everyone feel like everything will turn out great. That the world isn't ending. That's why we were at his place. I wanted to be that person for Layne, maybe just because he needed it so bad. I wasn't. I didn't get up in front of the room and offer that and I still regret it. No one else did either. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Years later, at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Layne's&lt;/span&gt; funeral, I was angry. I kept hearing the 'twice-as-bright-half-as-long' speech and the 'he-was-just-too-special-for-this-world' nonsense that I had heard at so many other funerals for so many other friends that were so young and talented. I'm not sure why I was that angry. Angry at Layne? Angry at all my other friends for leaving me? Angry at the people running around in circles saying 'I knew him best' or 'I was the only one he really trusted,' angry at all of them for squandering what I thought of as brilliant futures that would make the world feel to me like a place worth living? Or maybe I was just mad at myself because he was dead, and one time I had a chance to pick him up, dust him off and let him know that there was a person who cared about how much pain he was in and I didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I ever run into him in a dream again, I hope I remember to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night all. Sweet dreams."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=106890901&amp;blogID=440829728"&gt;CHRIS CORNELL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/7/7e/20070827094609!Chris_Cornell_Montreux_Jazz_Festival_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/7/7e/20070827094609!Chris_Cornell_Montreux_Jazz_Festival_2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6476740854982106300?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6476740854982106300/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6476740854982106300' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6476740854982106300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6476740854982106300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2008/10/essence-of-dreams.html' title='Essence Of Dreams'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-5720259465262179477</id><published>2008-08-18T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:29:17.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hace algunos alguien en mi cabeza escribió lo siguiente. (Pensé que seria interesante compartirlo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;8 [Ideas are bulletproof.]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;v&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; 8 dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay momentos en la vida&lt;br /&gt;en que ciertas decisiones causan un parte aguas en el transcurso de nuestros dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm running but I've got nowhere to be dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por ejemplo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 [Ideas are bulletproof.]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8 dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;puede ser tan simple como el hablarle a una persona y conocerla&lt;br /&gt;o no&lt;br /&gt;puede ser tan simple como leer un libro o no leerlo&lt;br /&gt;decidir tu comida&lt;br /&gt;tu ropa&lt;br /&gt;tu forma de ser&lt;br /&gt;tu "ambiente"&lt;br /&gt;tu música a los ojos y oídos de los demás&lt;br /&gt;puede ser tan simple o trivial como decir una frase de la mejor manera posible, ser tal vez poético o ser directo&lt;br /&gt;dos frases distintas, con resultados diferentes&lt;br /&gt;no lo  crees así?&lt;/v&gt;&lt;/v&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-5720259465262179477?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5720259465262179477/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=5720259465262179477' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5720259465262179477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5720259465262179477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2008/08/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-4995782437415933930</id><published>2008-08-06T14:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:15:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquina Norte '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esquina Norte, el principal congreso de diseño del noroeste del país, es una serie&lt;br /&gt;de conferencias y talleres prácticos celebrados cada otoño en Tijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evento de talla internacional que es posible gracias a un reducido grupo&lt;br /&gt;de profesionistas que de manera independiente, comprometida y responsable, han&lt;br /&gt;creado un foro de inspiración para más de 2500 estudiantes de México y Latinoamerica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...diseñadores gráficos, industriales y de modas, comunicólogos, arquitectos,&lt;br /&gt;artistas plásticos y visuales, mercadologos, ilustradores, videastas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seis exitosas ediciones han convertido a Esquina Norte en una amplia comunidad&lt;br /&gt;de estudiantes, profesionistas y académicosque de manera intensiva expanden&lt;br /&gt;sus mentes a través de esta oportunidad de diálogo y esfuerzo conjunto&lt;br /&gt;con creadores internacionales, en un ambiente pocas veces igualado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferencistas 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trino&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.trino.com.mx/"&gt;http://www.trino.com.mx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando Llanos&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.fllanos.com/"&gt;http://www.fllanos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tristan Manco&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.tristanmanco.com/"&gt;http://www.tristanmanco.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Héctor Galván&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.omelette.com.mx/"&gt;http://www.omelette.com.mx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diego Fernández&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.injaus.com/"&gt;http://www.injaus.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lot-ek&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lot-ek.com/"&gt;http://www.lot-ek.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning Breath&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.morningbreathinc.com/"&gt;http://www.morningbreathinc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aesthetic Apparatus&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.aestheticapparatus.com/"&gt;http://www.aestheticapparatus.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nate Williams&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.n8w.com/"&gt;http://www.n8w.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre muchos otros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Además como ya sabes, no pueden faltar nuestros hermanitos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Héctor Falcón&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eduardo Escobar (escobas)&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eduardo Barrera&lt;/span&gt; (quien diseñó nuestra imagen de este año&lt;br /&gt;y por la cual estamos muy contentos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lista de conferencistas puede cambiar sin previo aviso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA MAYOR INFORMACION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhoana Mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044 (664) 6286220 Desde Tijuana&lt;br /&gt;045 (664) 6286220 Desde el interior de la República&lt;br /&gt;011 52 1 (664) 6286220 From USA or Canada&lt;br /&gt;00 52 1 (664) 6286220 From Europe&lt;br /&gt;Nextel 152*15*1046&lt;br /&gt;chicapin2@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.esquinanorte.com"&gt;http://www.esquinanorte.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-4995782437415933930?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://esquinanorte.com' title='Esquina Norte &apos;08'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4995782437415933930/comments/default' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-3256888079710654986</id><published>2008-05-18T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:26:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Thought(s) Of The Day [May/18/08]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By MJK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A child's rhyme stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It said that life is but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so many years in question&lt;br /&gt;to find I've known this all along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Third Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So crucify the ego, before it's far too late&lt;br /&gt;To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,&lt;br /&gt;And you will come to find that we are all one mind&lt;br /&gt;Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.&lt;br /&gt;Just let the light touch you&lt;br /&gt;And let the words spill through&lt;br /&gt;And let them pass right through&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out our hope and reason ...&lt;br /&gt;before we pine away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-3256888079710654986?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3256888079710654986/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=3256888079710654986' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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larga ausencia patrocinada por la falta de tiempo, solo algunos anuncios, he tenido tantas ideas de posts, sin embargo el tiempo termina por ganarme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Este blog tiene mas 1000 visitas desde que instale el site meter, meses después de haber abierto el blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ya me arrepentí de la maestría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tengo trabajos por terminar, pero lamentablemente, ninguno es realmente pagado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Necesito dinero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para planes futuros, desde hace tiempo quiero agregar reviews de albums que han influido en mi, como Euphoria Mourning de Chris Cornell, tal vez Grace de Jeff Buckley, algo de Foo Fighters tal vez o de Tool, no se veremos como va, aunque creo que no haré uno de Buckethead, es demasiado extenso, aunque podría hacerlo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, sigo vivo, estoy feliz, pero todavía no realizado, pero puedo decir que mis planes para los próximos 2 años han cambiado radicalmente, y me agrada mucho, espero no tener dudas sobre esas decisiones y que todo salga bien...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-1207747191442440410?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1207747191442440410/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=1207747191442440410' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1207747191442440410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1207747191442440410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/hola-de-nuevo.html' 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how much&lt;br /&gt;The world is ours&lt;br /&gt;But we just haven't claimed it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Ice &amp;amp; K-Salaam&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/7458785-2469057308334485277?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2469057308334485277/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=2469057308334485277' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/2469057308334485277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://funkyimg.com/u/26832l_c7d754acc7112cdb17847e03ecd86a1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://funkyimg.com/u/26832l_c7d754acc7112cdb17847e03ecd86a1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's a must these days, for the colors are fading."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 224, 208);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 130, 109);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Between The Buried And Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foam Born: (a) The Backtrack&lt;/span&gt;" – 2:13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foam Born: (b) The Decade of Statues&lt;/span&gt;" – 5:20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Informal Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;" – 6:47&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Of Nothing&lt;/span&gt;" – 10:59&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ants Of the Sky&lt;/span&gt;" – 13:10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 224, 208);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prequel to the Seque&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;" – 8:36&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 130, 109); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viridian&lt;/span&gt;" – 2:51&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Walls&lt;/span&gt;" – 14:13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colors&lt;/span&gt;" is definitely the best album of the year, is split into 7 songs and 8 tracks interconnected as a one flowing musical composition to make a feeling of a one 64 minute epic song.&lt;br /&gt;Described by the band as "adult contemporary progressive death metal" and you can add to that: Jazz, Psychedelic, Metalcore, New Wave, Polka, Grunge &amp;amp; others.&lt;br /&gt;But "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colors&lt;/span&gt;" is much more than a bunch of music genders on the same song; it's excellent produced, mixed and of course: performed masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;This albums goes beyond their previous work, definitely their best work by concept, technical playing, and the most ambitious, making a clear evolution in the band and setting a highlight in their career. Indeed is "1 hour 4 minutes 9 seconds of jaw dropping musicianship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the album:&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate-Guitar.com has named it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 Album of the Year&lt;/span&gt; in their annual This year in Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hands down, there is no doubt whatsoever that this is the best this year, and one of the best albums released in the past decade. Taking death metal, grind, hardcore, progressive rock, technical stuff along the lines of Dream Theater, ambience, jazz and a good chunk of Pink Floyd and various other rock bands, putting them all in a big blender and then create a coherent and enjoyable entity... it should be impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But, BTBAM have managed to do just that. Transcending more genres than should be allowed, the outcome is one that deserves platinum sales, Grammy nominations, #1 spots on Best-lists and the influential status of many of the artists whom the band has been inspired by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ants Of The Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7nbLNAX0D0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7nbLNAX0D0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.victoryrecords.com/artists/1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.victoryrecords.com/artists/1006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between The Buried And Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Rogers - Vocals/Keys&lt;br /&gt;Paul Waggoner - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Dan Briggs - Bass&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Waring - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Blake Richardson - Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="band_member"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betweentheburiedandme.com/" target="blank"&gt;Official Site&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/betweentheburiedandmeband" target="blank"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-7424631981008733891?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7424631981008733891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=7424631981008733891' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7424631981008733891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7424631981008733891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-of-2007-colors.html' title='The Best Of 2007: &quot;Colors&quot;'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-2330587631270943471</id><published>2008-01-13T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:35:57.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays [delayed]</title><content type='html'>Happy Past Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-2330587631270943471?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-5961249005203216737</id><published>2007-11-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:50:39.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of All Things To Come</title><content type='html'>I think it hasn't really hit me, but today got me harder than before...&lt;br /&gt;before seem unrealistic, but wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was probably the last day I will ever step foot on a class room as a student at CETYS, even if there is a chance of something else, today was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end and yes, there is a lot of things to come for this almost engineer... but I don't think this is actually a good end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learn and master half of what I actually need out there... bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-5961249005203216737?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5961249005203216737/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=5961249005203216737' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5961249005203216737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5961249005203216737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-all-things-to-come.html' title='The End Of All Things To Come'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6554288303051301267</id><published>2007-10-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:31:14.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage Is Here To Stay</title><content type='html'>Rage Against The Machine is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They played Coachella after almost 7 years of separation, and now after playing a handful of dates, RATM has planned a lot of dates for the near future and, I'm sure, more to come. This is my favorite band coming back to take over the music world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED DATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abr/29/07    Indio, CA Empire Polo Field [Coachella]&lt;br /&gt;Jul/28/07    New York, NY Randall´s Island [Rock The Bells]&lt;br /&gt;Jul/29/07    New York, NY Randall´s Island [Rock The Bells]&lt;br /&gt;Aug/11/07    San Bernardino, CA Hyundai Pavilion At Glen Helen [Rock The Bells]&lt;br /&gt;Aug/18/07    San Francisco, CA McCovey Cove Parking Lot [Rock The Bells]&lt;br /&gt;Aug/24/07    East Troy, WI Alpine Valley Music Theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO COME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct/26/07    New Orleans [Voodoo Music Experience]&lt;br /&gt;Oct/28/07    Las Vegas, NV [Vegoose]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan/18/08    Auckland, New Zealand @ Mt. Smart Stadium [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;Jan/20/08    Gold Coast, Australia @ Parklands [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;Jan/22/08    Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Jan/25/08    Sydney, Australia @ Olympic Park Showgrounds [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;Jan/28/08    Melbourne, Australia @ Flemington Racecourse [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;Jan/30/08    Melbourne, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Feb/01/08    Adelaide, Australia @ RA&amp;amp;HS Showgrounds [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;Feb/03/08    Perth, Australia @ Claremont Showgrounds [Big Day Out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb/07/08    Castle Hall, Osaka, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Feb/09/08    Makuhari Messe, Tokio, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Feb/10/08    Makuhari Messe, Tokio, Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/RxKN2SDnjFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3dXppaS0FCM/s1600-h/RageIsBack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/RxKN2SDnjFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3dXppaS0FCM/s320/RageIsBack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121311689973140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6554288303051301267?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6554288303051301267/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6554288303051301267' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6554288303051301267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6554288303051301267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/rage-is-here-to-stay.html' title='Rage Is Here To Stay'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/RxKN2SDnjFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3dXppaS0FCM/s72-c/RageIsBack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-5097714625028421954</id><published>2007-10-01T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:11:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From End to Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how my life is going to end... NOT how I'm going to die (that I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-5097714625028421954?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5097714625028421954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=5097714625028421954' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5097714625028421954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5097714625028421954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-end-to-start.html' title='From End to Start'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-1671175788324410697</id><published>2007-08-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:15:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:97:24:99</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sublime destroys the boundaries of finiteness, yet this phenomenon is seen by the self not as an act of destruction, but rather, as a kind of elevation and liberation. For it is on the feeling of infinitude which it now discovers within itself that it may enjoy an experience of its own boundlessness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-1671175788324410697?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1671175788324410697/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=1671175788324410697' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1671175788324410697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1671175788324410697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/08/12972499.html' title='12:97:24:99'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-8080514562586727754</id><published>2007-07-22T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:54:39.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He dejado un poco al olvido este blog desde Mayo, pero pronto pondre los blogs ya planeados desde hace algun tiempo: Espacio Vanguardia 2007, 22 y uno especial sobre las elecciones en Tijuana y Baja California que espero cubrir lo sucedido, pues lo tengo programado para una vez despues del resultado (inevitable por cierto).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-8080514562586727754?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8080514562586727754/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=8080514562586727754' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8080514562586727754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8080514562586727754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6421288146449184658</id><published>2007-07-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:07:57.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>First off, I like to say that this past year has been... GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I had everything, really honest happy times, there where moments that I was overwhelming by great feelings, I like the fact that I prove to myself that waiting is worth it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Is great to have an honest smile in my face, not that hypocritical look in the face that one has to put every time someone asks "how are you?" pff!&lt;br /&gt;So this year had a lot of UP's in different times, places, moments, with different people that's what so great about this year, it had so much!, the variety of situations that I been... is a really good sign how can I be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also had a lot of nothing moments, where nothing really happen, and I had no expectations, no ambitions, just plain nothing , didn't felt bad about it, didn't bother me, but I mention this now because unlike an immediate past, I did thought about it, and amazed me the fact that I actually didn't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happen to me this year, is that I grow up, I mature, and one way is that now I'm convince that I can control a lot more my feelings, it cost me, but I actually can, I see now what's ahead of me, I see how is the situation, and lately, I choose to play... to experiment, sometimes I felt kinda bad for my "subject of study", but hey, nothing is free in this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year had as well good old FUCR times, didn't took me by surprise, I saw them before they came and I simply embrace them, I embrace my destiny since the beginning, I knew that I was on denial and I act in hope that I could be wrong, which I wasn't of course, but what did took me by surprise was the low point that I hit this past year/semester, I hit the lowest depressing point I ever had, and it wasn't a moment, it was a period that lasted long enough to let me know that wasn't a momentary thing, is just part of me:&lt;br /&gt;I know now, that without something that can hold me on... well let's just say that I know how I'm going to die...&lt;br /&gt;I have talk about my low points in the past, but I realize that I'm attach to my depression, without something that helps me past the days, even if I don't care in the beginning, is a path to a depressive time, those that I love and hate at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thing the most important thing about this year, is that I now know myself and I accept and embrace myself, my few goods, my abundant horrible lows and downs and bads, I now musically reflect how far I come, I'm not afraid anymore of what other people think (although I might care), I know that I can show whatever me I want, and I'm good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: I think I might add something later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6421288146449184658?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6421288146449184658/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6421288146449184658' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6421288146449184658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6421288146449184658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-8088234593796811339</id><published>2007-05-20T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:07:07.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eras&lt;br /&gt;Más&lt;br /&gt;Macho&lt;br /&gt;Antes...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca&lt;br /&gt;Utilices&lt;br /&gt;Ese&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-8088234593796811339?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8088234593796811339/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=8088234593796811339' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8088234593796811339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8088234593796811339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-3274518362513157878</id><published>2007-05-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:40:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is better without hopes or expectations&lt;/span&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;Try it, you will actually enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-3274518362513157878?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3274518362513157878/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=3274518362513157878' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/3274518362513157878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/3274518362513157878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-truth.html' title='One Truth'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-2693815062313770345</id><published>2007-05-13T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:52:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things In Life Are Not In Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Information is not knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is not wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is not truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is not beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is THE BEST."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Frank Zappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-2693815062313770345?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2693815062313770345/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=2693815062313770345' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/2693815062313770345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/2693815062313770345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-things-in-life-are-not-in-here.html' title='The Best Things In Life Are Not In Here'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6470963264980647276</id><published>2007-05-05T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:21:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezekiel 25:17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides&lt;br /&gt;By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and goodwill&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness&lt;br /&gt;for he is truly his brother's keepers and the finder of lost children&lt;br /&gt;And I will strike down on thee with&lt;br /&gt;Great vengeance and furious anger&lt;br /&gt;Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is&lt;br /&gt;THE LORD&lt;br /&gt;When I lay my vengeance upon thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/Rjzk3cnyuXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3hvszyHE4j8/s1600-h/pulpfiction1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/Rjzk3cnyuXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3hvszyHE4j8/s320/pulpfiction1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061171722484627826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd. " - Jules Winnfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6470963264980647276?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6470963264980647276/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6470963264980647276' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6470963264980647276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6470963264980647276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/ezekiel-2517.html' title='Ezekiel 25:17'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvqQJ1WdcPY/Rjzk3cnyuXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3hvszyHE4j8/s72-c/pulpfiction1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-694341375625842347</id><published>2007-04-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:24:26.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Come here with me, and you'll be in a world of pure imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and you'll see into your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want to, do it.&lt;br /&gt;Want to change the world, there's nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;There is no life I know compare with pure imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written by Leslie Bricusse / Anthony Newley&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/7458785-694341375625842347?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/694341375625842347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=694341375625842347' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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since forever, but you couldn't, then you find out that you really didn't want to move on, then reality hit you and you realize that the hole world move on and your reason is begging for you to clear your mind into whats really happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awaken in a new era now.&lt;br /&gt;And I refuse to think in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-1972256739118925762?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1972256739118925762/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=1972256739118925762' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1972256739118925762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1972256739118925762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-its-time-to-move-on-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s time to move on when...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-7158286608873318975</id><published>2007-04-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:09:39.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided that this would be the first day of the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today I'm sick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-7158286608873318975?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7158286608873318975/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=7158286608873318975' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7158286608873318975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7158286608873318975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/determination.html' title='Determination...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-5929144969746672780</id><published>2007-04-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:06:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Away</title><content type='html'>I have only 3 things in my life: Pride, Ego and personal space.&lt;br /&gt;I like my personal space, I 'enjoy' my personal loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;So, do me a favor and remember this rule about me: STAY AWAY FROM ME. DO NOT TOUCH ME.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few exceptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are a 'special' person for me.&lt;br /&gt;2) I agree with you getting close.&lt;br /&gt;3) You are a very sexy woman and/or a woman that I really like (as a person)&lt;br /&gt;4) You are going to show 'hello' or 'goodbye' in a physical shape that I agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know if you can get close to me, then you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a woman, I may allow you, but I will feel too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a man and you invaded my personal space, you WILL suffer physical damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for your attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-5929144969746672780?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5929144969746672780/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=5929144969746672780' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5929144969746672780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/5929144969746672780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/stay-away.html' title='Stay Away'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-1823483330880740210</id><published>2007-03-18T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:34:30.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm an emotional person, I ain’t any kind of ‘emo’ or something, but I came to the conclusion that: I’m a very depressing person for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don’t have a problem with that, some times I’m just sad and I get mad at myself because that is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;But here is the deal:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW there are lots of people with bigger issues than mine;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW that probably, in a way or another, my life is better than most, or I imagine;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW my so call ‘problems’ are probably just an exaggeration created by me.&lt;br /&gt;That being said:&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I feel like the lowest form of human being?&lt;br /&gt;WHY is it, that even around crowds of people, I feel so ‘lonely’?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I often think of killing myself?&lt;br /&gt;And I hate myself for that, I really do, I honestly do HATE myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bad for myself? Feeling lonely? Feeling heartbroken? Feeling the most stupid man alive? Feeling like I’m better dead? Feeling like I lost happiness? Feeling nostalgic? Those are just the most stupid, coward, pitiful, cynical and infuriating collection of feelings that a man could have.&lt;br /&gt;I’m unworthy of the life I got to live, how many would pay for that?&lt;br /&gt;I’m hunted by demons created by me. Pathetic excuses of bad memories. I’m being hunted by decisions that I will repeat. Hunted by the very moments that defined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was happy with my life, I really was; I remember that even I suffer, that there happen the moments that make me who I am now; I was happy, I had a smile all the time, and I mean ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;But that kid went away, he realize that life was made and shape in the forms and colors of pain and that there is nothing he could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming really happy just no too long ago, was overwhelming, feeling happy once again is priceless. I saw a purpose of life, a way to go through the day, a goal, a meaning. Sounds a lot, but I just felt like that, couldn’t help it, it takes you by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;After long, I still regret that it was me, that I act just like me, that I didn’t try to be better, smarter, more analytic, just not the fool old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the feeling of wanting to cry, but you just can’t? I’ve been like that since a few years ago, at least once at day, except for a short period of time. I don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be strong. I want to be happy. I don’t want to be another lonely soul. I want to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is: I’m just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-1823483330880740210?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1823483330880740210/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=1823483330880740210' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1823483330880740210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/1823483330880740210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-4674368495431510441</id><published>2007-03-10T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:10:30.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.K.A. Travis Bickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole conviction of my life now&lt;br /&gt;rests upon the belief that loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;far from being a rare and curious&lt;br /&gt;phenomenon, is the central and&lt;br /&gt;inevitable fact of human existence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;"God's Lonely Man"&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/7458785-4674368495431510441?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4674368495431510441/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=4674368495431510441' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4674368495431510441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4674368495431510441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/aka-travis-bickle.html' title='A.K.A. Travis Bickle'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-182890631627129032</id><published>2007-02-18T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:35:01.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to embrace the random.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace my desire to&lt;br /&gt;feel the rhythm, to feel connected&lt;br /&gt;enough to step aside and weep like a widow&lt;br /&gt;to feel inspired, to fathom the power,&lt;br /&gt;to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,&lt;br /&gt;to swing on the spiral&lt;br /&gt;of our divinity and still be a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my feet upon the ground I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it move across my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching up and reaching out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.&lt;br /&gt;And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiral out. Keep going, going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-182890631627129032?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/182890631627129032/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=182890631627129032' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/182890631627129032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/182890631627129032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/keep-going.html' title='Keep going...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-7516785034900693934</id><published>2007-02-11T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:09:59.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***This brings back too many memories...&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1985, the first half of the 90's I don't remember that much, but I remember a lot of these things, 90% of this, and I miss the good old days, full of innocence, full of smiles, of happiness..***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody under the age of 13 should not read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Doug, Ren &amp; Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyhting was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cops and robbers was a daily activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we used to obey our parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet. He's a Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember those Where's Waldo books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember eating Warheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Ring Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Furbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Windows 95 was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan was a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collected those Beanie Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carebears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak was the coolest stuff invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambchop's song never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old dollar bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver dollars, which were cool to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collected all the Troll dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even know what an original walkman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the significance of the number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp; iPods . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before MIKE JONES . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Spongebob . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp;amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-7516785034900693934?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7516785034900693934/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=7516785034900693934' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7516785034900693934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/7516785034900693934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/90s.html' title='The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-6541221485787122002</id><published>2007-02-03T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:09:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Day Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tarde de Perros: Non-Director's Double Cut!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;That's what I call a FUCR week, ended by the most FUCR style ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-6541221485787122002?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6541221485787122002/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=6541221485787122002' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6541221485787122002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/6541221485787122002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/dog-day-afternoon.html' title='Dog Day Afternoon'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-4383197435569385398</id><published>2007-01-29T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:40:29.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell On Black Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatsoever I've feared has come to life&lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever I've fought off became my life&lt;br /&gt;Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Sunspots have faded&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm doing time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I fell on black days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now&lt;br /&gt;Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down&lt;br /&gt;I'm a search light soul they say&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see it in the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm only faking when I get it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause I fell on black days&lt;br /&gt;How would I know&lt;br /&gt;That this could be my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you wanted to see good has made you blind&lt;br /&gt;And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine&lt;br /&gt;So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly&lt;br /&gt;Hands are for shaking&lt;br /&gt;No, not tying&lt;br /&gt;No, not tying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure don't mind a change&lt;br /&gt;But I fell on black days&lt;br /&gt;How would I know&lt;br /&gt;That this could be my fate&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/7458785-4383197435569385398?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4383197435569385398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=4383197435569385398' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4383197435569385398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/4383197435569385398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/fell-on-black-days.html' title='Fell On Black Days'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-8059880954210531707</id><published>2007-01-28T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:43:32.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilac Wine</title><content type='html'>Out of the game that I never really wanted to be in.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be again in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to know about the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside is under arrest.&lt;br /&gt;Is on the basement. Below the basement.&lt;br /&gt;And there it should stay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was a fool to think that I wanted to be in a game where no one wins.&lt;br /&gt;Where no one is safe. Where I'm not safe.&lt;br /&gt;And I risk myself. This that I've feared has come to life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.mattsmusicpage.com/foofighters/loverandout.htm"&gt;over&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMFp8h4HN3Y"&gt;and out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unready.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes that I don't ever realize about.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find what is wrong with me. And fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fix me.&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/j/jeffbuckleylyrics/lilacwinelyrics.html"&gt;Lilac&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OieMjCZuqZo"&gt;Wine&lt;/a&gt; for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-8059880954210531707?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8059880954210531707/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=8059880954210531707' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8059880954210531707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/8059880954210531707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/lilac-wine.html' title='Lilac Wine'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-3448368458467367679</id><published>2007-01-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:46:09.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A groan of tedium escapes me,&lt;br /&gt;Startling the fearful.&lt;br /&gt;Is this a test? It has to be,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I can't go on.&lt;br /&gt;Draining patience, drain vitality.&lt;br /&gt;This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still right here&lt;br /&gt;Giving blood, keeping faith&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait it out,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wait it out,&lt;br /&gt;Be patient (wait it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no rewards to reap,&lt;br /&gt;No loving embrace to see me through&lt;br /&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no desire to heal&lt;br /&gt;The damaged and broken met along&lt;br /&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;I must keep reminding myself of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there were no rewards to reap,&lt;br /&gt;No loving embrace to see me through&lt;br /&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;br /&gt;And I still may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlCDYrCDGP8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlCDYrCDGP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-3448368458467367679?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3448368458467367679/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=3448368458467367679' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/3448368458467367679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/3448368458467367679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/patient.html' title='The Patient'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-805741168621203595</id><published>2007-01-11T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:07:41.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comenzo el año...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y ha sido bastante genial, al menos la primera semana fue bastante buena, 2 exámenes a titulo aprobados (Redes con 100!), y pues todo parecería estar en orden, una semana que no esperaba que fuera tan buena, y aun, honestamente no la creo real, pero solo ha esperar el resto del año, es mi ultimo año de la carrera, si es que nada sale mal, lo que significa que dentro de un año seré Ingeniero ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no se que esperar de este año, la segunda mitad del año pasado fue realmente extraña, fuera de planes y demasiado, pero demasiado buena, e incluso, tal vez comparada con lo que hubiera sido si todo hubiera salido acorde a lo planeado, conocí mucha gente que de ninguna manera hubiera conocido de no haber sido por que me quede estancado, además de muchas experiencias buenas, no me arrepiento de nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no sabia que escribir, así que solo quiero decir que mi año 2006 se termino  muy buen y comenzó aun mejor, y eso ya es algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-805741168621203595?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/805741168621203595/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=805741168621203595' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/805741168621203595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/805741168621203595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/comenzo-el-ao.html' title='Comenzo el año...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-116649987971106977</id><published>2006-12-18T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:46:42.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Hated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target&lt;br /&gt;Two times the devil with all the significance&lt;br /&gt;Dragged and raped for the love of a mob&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay - because I can't be stopped&lt;br /&gt;Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam&lt;br /&gt;Same ol' shit in a dead fad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Are you real or a second rate sports card?&lt;br /&gt;They all lost their dad or their wife just died&lt;br /&gt;They never got to go outside - SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives a fuck&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't change the fact that you suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But what's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Standing out is the new pretension&lt;br /&gt;Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression&lt;br /&gt;You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned&lt;br /&gt;All the mediocre sacred cows we spawned&lt;br /&gt;Put your trust in the mission&lt;br /&gt;We will not repent - this is our religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But waht's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HATED&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE HATED&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucks and I can prove it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it&lt;br /&gt;Individuals, indispensable&lt;br /&gt;I'm the paradox deity vessel&lt;br /&gt;...the other side holds no secret&lt;br /&gt;But this side is done, I don't need it&lt;br /&gt;Before you go, you should know you're breaking down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be rotten by the time you're underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The anti-cancer&lt;br /&gt;(We are) The only answer&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down, we want you dead&lt;br /&gt;But what's inside of me, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;(We are) Bipolar gods&lt;br /&gt;(We are) You know what we are&lt;br /&gt;My life was always shit&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) The source of conscience&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) Distorted sentients&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing left&lt;br /&gt;And I can't leave until it's sated&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) The absolute&lt;br /&gt;(We Are) Controlling you&lt;br /&gt;They're closing in, I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;I AM HATED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-116649987971106977?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116649987971106977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=116649987971106977' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116649987971106977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116649987971106977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-hated.html' title='I Am Hated'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-116522111253444169</id><published>2006-12-03T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:58:16.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week On The Run</title><content type='html'>La semana fue algo normal supongo, lo normal que una semana puede ser en nuestras vidas, normal pero siempre con algo que contar, pero me agrado, otra semana de trabajo duro con su recompensa monetaria, pero es cansado y en tiempos aburrido, pero blah, en realidad me esta medio agradando POR AHORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocer mas a la gente es siempre bueno, lo mejor es cuando uno se llega a conocer de pronto, llega como un balde de agua fria... pero sin el balde y menos mojado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana se paso de lanza el clima!, estupido viento enfriador de vacas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos a ver Godspell el miercoles, funcion de las 8:30, Franco, Pollo y un servidor, y la verdad me diverti bastante con cosas que no se pueden decir por ser demaciado ofensivas y grotescas, digo, el pollo estaba involucrado que se podia esperar... Ale rifa :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El jueves en Base de Datos, hicimos examen, y el vato mas IN y DO que conosco (y no me refiero a programacion, esto es otra Ciencia MUUYY diferente) se sienta al lado mio y de la pequeña Rox, total, le pase un ejercicio a Rox, y pues veo a Lalo sufriendo y le digo que le pida a Rox lo que use para pasarselo, y total, que mas podia esperar, LO DESCUBRIERON!!, o sea todavia que la profe me esta haciendo el paro, le agradesco con esa groseria, me senti caca, pero al final creo que todo salio bien... ese dia anduve corriendo por toda la escuela, primero para buscar a Magdaleno, luego a Salas, luego poniendo el verbo para Pre-Prensa y luego una expo bastante interesante sobre como nos prohiben cosas en el Cetys, cosas del Internet.. y pues total no nos prestaron los labs, y quede mal con Salas porque ibamos a ir el Sabado, pero no fuimos porque aun 3D no esta listo... me quede con el pollo a desvelarme para terminar cosas que no terminamos, lo unico que terminamos es de ver el P*U*L*S*E, el cual totalmente rifa!!!, lo deben de ver!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ese Viernes fue divertido, me rei bastante al saber como Calderon tomo posesion y protesta, toma eso PRD!, jajaja, y pues fui a SD y compre cosas y QUE?, soy un cerdo capitalista hijo del capitalismo y criado entre el capitalismo, TODOS los somos, algunos lo aceptan, otros no, lo importante es SABER como lidiar con eso, y como tomar accion si eso pretenden, los estereotipos y lo establecido ha desaparecido, cada quien puede estar fuera de cuadro y aun asi seguir siendo parte de el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado de descepciones, no fui con el Lalo con diversion garantizada, no fui al cine y me quede en casa valiendo y viendo United 93... PERO esa noche me agrado bastante, fue satisfactoria a varios niveles, sobre todo personales, simplemente las perspectivas cambian, asi nomas, eso pasa, Life Happens, Shit Happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy seguro de si mi dia de hoy Domingo comenzo a las 11 y algo que me levante o parte de las horas total y completamente disfrutadas y que se convirtieron en unas horas que tal vez me dieron de que pensar, de cualquier manera, hay muchas cosas que considerar y reconsiderar, no se, es un dia en parte igual que los demas, y en parte diferente, de esos que marcan cosas...&lt;br /&gt;Pasadas las 5am me acoste con una sonrisa en mi cara, no se porque, ni pregunten, solo asi fue... desperte como a las 11 y algo, mi madre y mi hermana conspiraron para levantarme... en fin... practicament lo primero que hice fue computadora -&gt; msn, oh sorpresa verdad?...&lt;br /&gt;Desayune chilaquiles y luego me dispuse a terminar de ver United 93, esta buena la pelicula hasta el final donde todos son unos heroes...&lt;br /&gt;Luego hubo un par de horas en las que no paso nada, hasta que me quede hablando con varia gente y pues si, buenas platicas e interesantes noticias y rumores...&lt;br /&gt;Esperar en el frio y viento no es recomendable, pero lo volveria a hacer, no podria estar tocando de puerta en puerta, no podria, lo bueno es que no tarde mucho antes de  estar adentro poniendome de acuerdo para un proyecto de un 'aburrido', y bueno, el tiempo se paso rapido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguiente parada, el cine!, asi que el Consejo General F.U.C.R. se reunion casi en su totalidad, no estaba planeado asi, pero no se que paso, pero sospecho cosas, algo pasa lo se, tal vez no lo se al 100%, pero algo pasa y tal vez intervenga con los planes que nuestro Consejo tiene de conquistar el mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Vimos una pelicula llena de homosexuales, pedofilicos, gente psicotica con doble personalidad y mas homosexualismo, la clase de peliculas que le gustan a pollo y a victor XD, na, esta muy interesante, se llama Silencio En La Noche o algo asi, con Robin Williams y asi...&lt;br /&gt;Dejamos un friego de basura de todo lo que compramos, somos unos cerdos, bueno, somos hombres al fin... &lt;br /&gt;Victor tuvo que usar la secadora de manos para niños!!!, si!, porque la de adultos le quedaba demaciado alta!, jajaja momento kodak ahi!&lt;br /&gt;Durante el regreso una Caja Termonuclear Kamikaze intento interceptar y voltear y tal vez explotar el carro de Pollo, pero gracias a sus habilidades logramos evadirla!!!&lt;br /&gt;Y ya, el resto fue discutir cosas de interes solo para el Consejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio que mi blog se convierta en un diario, pero pues bla, estuvo interesante, este Sabado que viene oficialmente seremos gente ya en visperas de Octavo, los grandes de la carrera, uy si... es para dar miedo en realidad... Este invierno sera interesante, mucho muy interesante, lo unico que espero es tomar mis 2 examenes a titulo y pasarlos... con 100!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, sin mas, hasta luego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3034/460/1600/429343/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3034/460/320/548439/PICT0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-116522111253444169?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116522111253444169/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=116522111253444169' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116522111253444169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116522111253444169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-on-run.html' title='A Week On The Run'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-116408847545624387</id><published>2006-11-20T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:55:57.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo</title><content type='html'>Hay un tema que desde hace no mucho me tiene intrigado, aterrorizado y fascinado: el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;Y es que es algo que simplemente no se puede dejar a la ligera...&lt;br /&gt;Me intriga lo relativo que puede ser y como bajo ciertas circunstancias la perscepcion puede ser tan distinta...&lt;br /&gt;Me aterra lo rápido que pasa mi vida, como todo parece que lo hubiera hecho ayer, como con cada decisión de cada segundo de mi vida, me redirecciona a otro lado, el tener siempre esa pregunta "que hubiera pasado si...?", el cual viene justo antes de "que pasaría si...?", esas dos preguntas son las más horribles que un ser humano se puede hacer si uno es inseguro y su mente es un desastre existencial y emocional, y las mejores al mismo tiempo, las posibilidades que dan si uno tiene seguridad y una mente más o menos sana o simplemente fuera de si por un segundo..&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina el hecho de que no se donde estaré dentro de 5 o 10 años, pero me imagino en mil partes distintas, haciendo cientos de cosas diferentes y nada que ver una con la otra, me fascina como las cosas han cambiado y como en aquellos días no me hubiera imaginado aquí, de ninguna forma, de hecho, creo que la mayoría de mi vida ni siquiera me importo o simplemente no lo pensé...&lt;br /&gt;Este no es un tema del que siempre habrá mucho que decir... así que por mientras, pierdan el tiempo de buena manera, apreciando una de las mejores canciones de todos los tiempos, y sin duda una de mis favoritas: Time por Pink Floyd del álbum Dark Side Of The Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116408847545624387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-110524156768569486</id><published>2006-11-06T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:36:26.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Post from July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the motion picture: &lt;strong&gt;25th hour&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and fuck you too. Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for my money and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean window of my car, get a fucking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the sheiks and Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs. Curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day, terrorists in training. Slow the Fuck down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps going down on each other in my parks and on my piers jiggling their dicks on my channel 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country and still no speakee English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Russians in Brighton beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth, wheeling and dealing and scheming, go back where you fucking came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the black hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th st in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the wall st. brokers, self styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas Gordan Gecko wanna be motherfuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind, send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life, you think bush and cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fuckin' break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Puerto Ricans 20 to a car swelling up the welfare rolls worst fuckin' parade in the city and don’t even get me started on the Dominicans because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm up suits, their St Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville slugger baseball bats trying to audition for the Sopranos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their Balducci artichokes, overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny you're not fooling anyone sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the uptown brothers, they never pass the ball, they don’t wanna play defensive, they take five steps on every lay up to the hoop and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago, move the fuck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their forty-one shots, standing behind the blue wall of silence, you betray our trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church that protects them. Delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, Fuck JC he got off easy. A day on the cross, A weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity. Try 7 years in fuckin' Otisville J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al quaeda and backward ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names innocent thousands murdered I pray that you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet fuel firing hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining, malcontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Natuaralle Rivera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fuckin' bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my father with his endless grief standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to fireman and cheering the Bronx bombers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the roadhouses of Astoria to the penthouses on park avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in soho. From the tenements in alphabet city to the brownstones in Parkslo to the split levels in Statten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage, let it burn to fuckin' ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, fuck you Montgomery Brody you had it all and you threw it away you dumb Fuck!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gb5rr8jJsAQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gb5rr8jJsAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-110524156768569486?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/110524156768569486/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=110524156768569486' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/110524156768569486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/110524156768569486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-116279302899768511</id><published>2006-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:03:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes It Takes A Thousand Notes To Make One Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Taking people away in their imaginations is a lot more important to Buckethead than freaking people out with the guitar. He practices a lot, but that's so he can make the guitar sound like a rollercoaster, or bombs, or scapulas getting ripped open. He doesn't think about speed, but sometimes it takes a thousand notes to make one sound. When he practices, he imagines video game characters running through all these different fields and meeting all these weird things; he never thinks about scales or techniques."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buckethead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/BucketheadArt-0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/BucketheadArt-0138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spokes For The Wheel of Torment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" 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se lo ponemos a otra y en seis semanas ya está buscando  trabajo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un médico alemán comenta: "Eso no es nada, en  Alemania le sacamos parte del cerebro a una persona, lo ponemos en otra, y en  cuatro semanas ya está buscando trabajo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un médico ruso  comenta: Eso tampoco es nada, en Rusia la medicina está tan avanzada que le  sacamos la mitad del corazón a una persona se lo ponemos a otra y en dos  semanas, ambas están buscando trabajo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lo que el médico  TIJUANENSE responde: Nada que ver, todos ustedes están muy atrasados!! Pues  fíjense que nosotros en Tijuana quisimos hacer un CAMBIO, agarramos a una  persona , sin cerebro, sin corazón y Sin huevos, lo pusimos de ALCALDE y  ¡¡¡Ahora toda la ciudad está buscando trabajo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA  ESTAR BIEN Y DE BUENAS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-116245156202213864?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116245156202213864/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=116245156202213864' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116245156202213864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116245156202213864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/para-animar-un-poco-las-cosas.html' title='Para animar un poco las cosas...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-116210241289371611</id><published>2006-10-28T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:15:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Natuaralle Rivera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fuckin' bitch.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-116210241289371611?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://barajitasesina.blogspot.com/' title='Fuck Natuaralle Rivera'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/116210241289371611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=116210241289371611' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116210241289371611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/116210241289371611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck-natuaralle-rivera.html' title='Fuck Natuaralle Rivera'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115974832524905597</id><published>2006-10-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:18:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My end, it justifies my means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All I ever do is delay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My every attempt to evade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115974832524905597?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115974832524905597/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115974832524905597' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115974832524905597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115974832524905597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115834555751381877</id><published>2006-09-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:39:17.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 razones para estar feliz de ser hombre</title><content type='html'>1.- En las películas los desnudos son casi siempre femeninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.- Para vacaciones de 5 días sólo se requiere una maleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.- No tienes que monitorear la vida sexual de tus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.- La cola en el baño es 80% menor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.- A los viejos amigos no les importa si subiste o bajaste de peso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6.- En las peluquerías no te roban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7.- Tu trasero no es un factor en entrevistas de trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8.- Ahorras miles de dólares en cosméticos y medias a lo largo de tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9.- Puedes ir al baño sin ir en grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   10.- Cuando tu trabajo es criticado, no tienes que pensar que todos secretamente te odian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   11.- En caso de necesidad puedes cazar o pescar tu propia comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   12.- Te dan más crédito por el menor acto de inteligencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   13.- Puedes estar bañado y listo para lo que sea en 10 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   14.- Si alguien se olvida de invitarte a algún lado todavía puede ser tu amigo/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   15.- Tu ropa interior cuesta 10 dólares por un paquete de tres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   16.- Si tienes 34 y eres soltero a nadie le importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   17.- El chocolate es simplemente otro snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   18.- Un buen ramo de flores arregla todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   19.- Tu apellido no se pierde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   20.- Nunca tienes que preocuparte de los sentimientos de otras personas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   21.- Tres pares de zapatos son más que suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   22.- Te puedes quitar la camisa cuando hace calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   23.- Los mecánicos no te mienten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   24.- Te importa un carajo si alguien se da cuenta o no de tu nuevo corte de pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   25.- Puedes ver televisión con un amigo, en total silencio por horas sin pensar 'Debe estar enojado conmigo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   26.- Puedes admirar a Clint Eastwood sin matarte de hambre tratando de parecerte a él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   27.- Vestido de bodas 2.000 dólares; traje alquilado 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   28.- Si retienes agua es en una cantimplora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   29.- Puedes pasar a visitar a amigos sin tener que llevarles un regalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   30.- Puedes comprar preservativos sin que el cajero te imagine desnudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115834555751381877?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115834555751381877/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115834555751381877' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115834555751381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115834555751381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/30-razones-para-estar-feliz-de-ser.html' title='30 razones para estar feliz de ser hombre'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115817747570414899</id><published>2006-09-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:00:01.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be A Kid Again...</title><content type='html'>I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being old referred to anyone over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable that dodge ball wasn't an Olympic event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a sling shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was prettier than Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30 minute ads for action figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oly-oly- oxen-free" made perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War was a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream was considered a basic food group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Rock 105.3's Newsletter "The Beer Ninjette's Stupid Joke Corner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115817747570414899?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115817747570414899/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115817747570414899' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115817747570414899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115817747570414899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-be-kid-again.html' title='I Want To Be A Kid Again...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115773504759140931</id><published>2006-09-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:04:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero!</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are mild-mannered, good,&lt;br /&gt;strong and you love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115773504759140931?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115773504759140931/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115773504759140931' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115773504759140931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115773504759140931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/09/superhero.html' title='Superhero!'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115708444118741547</id><published>2006-08-31T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:32:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time... and time again</title><content type='html'>Es increíble lo relativo del tiempo, me parece solo ayer que tenia 15 y me presente en el campo de football de la Lázaro, eso fue ya hace casi 6 años, hace mas de 3 que termine la preparatoria y que comencé la carrera, hoy me veo a un año y medio de terminarla, y veo como no hace mucho era diferente mi situación y mi alrededor, incluso de gente que conozco desde hace una década que tal vez nunca me imagine que seguiría en contacto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo como mi vida pasa por mis ojos a una velocidad alucinante que casi marea, y realmente cada día que pasa lo siento como perdido, es tal vez exagerado, sin embargo una realidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace algunas semanas atrás, tuve la oportunidad de visitar la primera casa en la que viví al llegar a Tijuana, y a diferencia de hace solo algunos años, hoy, ya es historia, junto con todo lo que se podría considerar "mi barrio", o una parte de el, hoy, el terreno es parte de lo que parece ser un estacionamiento para alguna clase de centro comercial o/y bodegas, no pude evitar pensar a las personas que conocí, de nombres no recuerdo, pero a las personas si, me seria tal vez imposible describirlas ahora, pero su imagen permanece en mi cabeza, hasta del "nene", un perro que dejaron donde llegue a vivir y que llego a cuidarnos, jaja... No puedo evitar sentir nostalgia por esos años, no mentiré y diré que solo tengo buenos recuerdos, los tengo buenos y malos y peores, situaciones que por mas que odie me han hecho lo que soy hoy, y que cada día me hacen preguntarme que pasaría si las cosas hubieran sido diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que hubiera pasado si...?" una pregunta latente, así como las exclamaciones, "Que estupido fui!", "En que estaba pensando!"... NO puedo evitar pensar en esto cada vez que doy un vistazo hacia mi pasado, lejano y cercano...&lt;br /&gt;En innumerables ocasiones he actuado de manera indebida, de una manera estupida, me considero un imbecil desde hace mucho tiempo, no lo puedo negar, pero he intentado cambiar, he intentado pensar antes de no solo decir y actuar, sino de decidir mis acciones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo cambiar mi pasado, pero tengo que pensar en lo que debo hacer a futuro, pues no me puedo permitir el seguir "intentando" reparar mis errores, he cometido demasiados de los cuales me arrepiento, pero los acepto, pues soy quien soy gracias a ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; by Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older&lt;br /&gt;And shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say&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/7458785-115708444118741547?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115708444118741547/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115708444118741547' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115708444118741547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115708444118741547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time... and time again'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115665069051072862</id><published>2006-08-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:51:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Peje dice, quien le hace caso?</title><content type='html'>Es increíble... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 15 de Septiembre AMLO piensa tomar el Zócalo y ahí "celebrar" el, su grito de independencia. Provocación hacia Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 16 de Septiembre piensa tener una "Convención Democrática" (curioso escuchar esto de una de las personas mas anti-democráticas que México ha visto), donde pretende declararse "Presidente de México", pues aparentemente ese día se juntaran las personas que lo elegirán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es curioso, no recuerdo cuando fue la última vez que 500,000 capitalinos eran mayoría sobre 105 MILLONES de mexicanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que el peje dice que habrá dos Presidentes de México si es necesario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui les dejo algunas imagenes tomadas de otros sitios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alambre.info/archives/amlo02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.alambre.info/archives/amlo02.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liebrenado.com.mx/stan/archivos/amlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.liebrenado.com.mx/stan/archivos/amlo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hugo.ceronne.com.mx/upload/pejesecuacesrateros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://hugo.ceronne.com.mx/upload/pejesecuacesrateros.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zpdwar.com/blog/images/uploads/amlo0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" 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type='html'>You will not be able to stay home, brother.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to lose yourself on skag&lt;br /&gt;and Skip out for beer during commercials,&lt;br /&gt;Because the revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox&lt;br /&gt;In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon&lt;br /&gt;blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat&lt;br /&gt;hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be brought to you by the&lt;br /&gt;Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not make you look five pounds&lt;br /&gt;thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of you and Willie May&lt;br /&gt;pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,&lt;br /&gt;or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32&lt;br /&gt;or report from 29 districts.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down&lt;br /&gt;brothers in the instant replay.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down&lt;br /&gt;brothers in the instant replay.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being&lt;br /&gt;run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy&lt;br /&gt;Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and&lt;br /&gt;Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving&lt;br /&gt;For just the proper occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville&lt;br /&gt;Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and&lt;br /&gt;women will not care if Dick finally gets down with&lt;br /&gt;Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people&lt;br /&gt;will be in the street looking for a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock&lt;br /&gt;news and no pictures of hairy armed women&lt;br /&gt;liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.&lt;br /&gt;The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,&lt;br /&gt;Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom&lt;br /&gt;Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be right back&lt;br /&gt;after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.  &lt;br /&gt;You will not have to worry about a dove in your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not go better with Coke.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,   &lt;br /&gt;will not be televised, will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will be no re-run brothers;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will be live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;By Gil Scott-Heron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyisaweapon.com/indextrue.html"&gt;History Is A Weapon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115560926066946116?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115560926066946116/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115560926066946116' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115560926066946116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115560926066946116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/revolution-will-not-be-televised.html' title='The Revolution Will Not Be Televised'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115536227593525180</id><published>2006-08-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:57:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Caprichos e Insurgencias (Pt. 1)</title><content type='html'>Ha sido un verano lleno de historias que contar, solo me limitare a lo que las elecciones han dejado, hasta el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 de Julio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un país dividido se lanzo a votar en las elecciones Presidenciales más cerradas hasta el momento.&lt;br /&gt;El Presidente Consejero del IFE, Luís Carlos Ugalde, tomando en cuenta que el primero y el segundo lugar se diferenciaban por solo un 2.64%, decidió no anunciar ganador, y pidió a los candidatos que no se declararan ganadores, que los resultados publicados en el PREP no eran definitivos y que los únicos resultados validos eran los del IFE y los del conteo oficial que se realizaría ese miércoles.&lt;br /&gt;El Presidente Vicente Fox, momentos después, dio un mensaje a la nación, básicamente repitiendo lo antes mencionado por Ugalde...&lt;br /&gt;Seguido a esto, Andrés Manuel López Obrador [Coalición Por el Bien de Todos], se declaro ganador por una diferencia "mínima" de 500,000 votos, y "pidió" que el IFE respetada sus resultados. No dio ninguna fuente, más que su sola palabra y las encuestas que realizo su partido, muy conveniente.&lt;br /&gt;Y justo después de las declaraciones de AMLO, Felipe Calderón [PAN], salio y dio los resultados de varias encuestas de salida, citándolo a el como el ganador de las elecciones.&lt;br /&gt;Así, termino el 2 de Julio y los 2 candidatos se declararon ganadores, Roberto Madrazo [Alianza por México] mejor dijo que esperarían a los resultados del 5 de Julio, cuando los resultados fueran oficiales, y la verdad es que TODAS las encuestas lo ponían en 3er lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 de Julio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino el conteo del Programa de Resultados Preliminares [PREP] del IFE y le daba la ligera ventaja a Calderón de solo 0.64%. AMLO se apresuro a declarar que el PREP "funciono de una manera irregular" y que esperarían el conteo oficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 de Julio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El conteo oficial termino después de 30 horas y le dio la ventaja y la victoria virtual al candidato del PAN con una ventaja de 0.58%. AMLO mantuvo una tendencia arriba de Calderón durante la mayor parte del conteo, aunque esto no significa NADA, ya que es un conteo in equitativo y el resultado final es lo UNICO que cuenta en este caso.&lt;br /&gt;Inmediatamente después de que Calderón se puso arriba en el conteo de López Obrador, salio a dar un mensaje ante sus seguidores y se declaro, una vez más, ganador de las elecciones a Presidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese día y los que siguieron, "El Peje" reacciono alegando la existencia de un supuesto fraude electoral, anuncio que impugnaría los resultados ante el Tribunal Electoral del Poder Judicial de la Federación (TEPJF), la ultima instancia legal que queda y su fallo es definitivo, además llamo a la gente a apoyar un conteo "voto x voto, casilla x casilla", el cual estaba preparado desde días anteriores. AMLO presento  algunos videos como "prueba" del fraude electoral, los cuales fueron explicados y desacreditados tanto por el IFE, como por el PAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrés Manuel se dedico a desacreditar a literalmente cualquiera que tuviera algún tipo de opinión diferente a la suya, incluido, el IFE, el PAN, el Gobierno Federal, los medios de comunicación, principalmente Televisa y TV Azteca, a los gobiernos extranjeros, al grupo de monitores de la Unión Europea y otros observadores extranjeros, a los representantes de casillas del mismo PRD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 de Agosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tribunal Electoral rechazo el reconteo total de votos, y ordeno un conteo del 30% de las casillas impugnadas por la  "Coalición Por el Bien de Todos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de esto, AMLO declaro que iniciaría su movimiento para "Transformar y purificar" a las instituciones del país. También llamo a seguir al Presidente Fox a sus presentaciones publicas, aunque esto no resulto positivo, pues cuando lo hicieron el publico (No la gente del gobierno) los mando a volar y Fox indico, que esa libertad de expresión no la hubieran tenido en otras administraciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 de Agosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenzó un recuento parcial de los votos en alrededor de 11,800 casillas. Observadores de López Obrador se asignaron para cada distrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMLO NO puede escuchar otra cosa más que su victoria, así lo ha expresado, ha iniciado un movimiento, señalado por analistas como de "insurgencia", después del plantón en y la toma de la Avenida Reforma y lugares cercanos en la ciudad de México durante días, el bloqueo a bancos, la protesta enfrente de las oficinas del Tribunal Electoral y sus planes a futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tribunal tiene hasta el 31 de agosto para resolver las impugnaciones y controversias reportadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independientemente de lo que pase, el movimiento de López Obrador se fortalecerá, pues si tiene razón y hubo tales irregularidades, los que dudaban, le darán su apoyo,  y si no hay nada, su movimiento seguramente lo fortalecerá al decir que el Tribunal es parte del fraude, alimentando a su gente de su razón en el movimiento, aunque probablemente perdería el apoyo de muchos de los intelectuales y analistas políticos del país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tribunal Electoral del Poder Judicial de la Federación (TEPJF) tiene hasta el 6 de septiembre para nombrar un presidente electo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos a ver a que llevan los resultados de la muestra que se esta recontando, y veremos la próxima semana que rumbo toma el "movimiento" de Peje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115536227593525180?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115536227593525180/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115536227593525180' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115536227593525180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115536227593525180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/para-caprichos-e-insurgencias-pt-1.html' title='Para Caprichos e Insurgencias (Pt. 1)'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115276179742375811</id><published>2006-07-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:39:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Of An Uninteresting Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to put this last year?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than the last, because last year was a retrospective of 19 years, and I was passing through a phase, and it was not a pretty one, but now what?, I'm in like in a transition, I'm pretty happy, there no depression this year, and there is a lot of possibilities that I may go to Spain, for 5 months, now, how cool is that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year I learn a lot about people and human relations and well, it's been a year about reflections and hard thinking, about what can you do, and what you can't, even if the intentions are not the ones that they think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long story short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say...&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to be a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/One%20Wey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/400/One%20Wey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High...on the waves you make for us!&lt;br /&gt;But not since you left have the waves come!&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/7458785-115276179742375811?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115276179742375811/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115276179742375811' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115276179742375811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115276179742375811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/anniversary-of-uninteresting-event.html' title='Anniversary Of An Uninteresting Event'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115169958928727393</id><published>2006-06-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:36:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People's voice is heard once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos a solo un par de días de las elecciones presidenciales, ha sido un año agitado, lleno de controversia, verdades y mentiras a medias por igual, campañas dedicadas casi exclusivamente a los ataques, intentando no ganar puntos si no que el otro los pierda, estrategias de campaña que rayan en la estupidez que intenta justificar la falta de cultura general y una humillación publica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tan mal esta el ambiente político cuando el que esta haciendo la mejor campaña por los medios es Roberto Madrazo?, Un tipo que gano la presidencia de su partido y la candidatura a base de golpes bajos y la división de su mismo partido, lo que en todo caso, le costara la presidencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Peje, AMLO o como lo quieran llamar, solo se le puede ver de 2 maneras, o lo adoras, o lo odias, o es el salvador de México o un peligro que hará que el país se convierta en un infierno, o es el que apunta la verdad sobre todos y habla siempre con honestidad o es un mentiroso hipócrita, lo cierto es que tiene la idea de que a su mandato México cambiara radicalmente y será una utopía, se ha creado una campaña de miedo, que cuestiona su "inteligencia" y el peligro de sus propuestas, la comparación con otros presidentes populistas de izquierda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalmente, en idea tiene algunas buenas propuestas, claro como también Calderón y como también Madrazo y los otros 2, sin embargo siempre me ha sacado de quicio el como el PRD en general, le saca a los problemas y a las situaciones creadas por ellos, se basan de golpes bajos para intentar ascender en puntos, pero siempre defienden su inocencia a toda costa, de hecho, siempre son perseguidos por sus ideas "liberales", digo, al final son políticos, no nos podríamos esperar menos ellos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ese es el problema, se espera que, a pesar de la gran campaña por el voto, estas elecciones presenten el índice mas bajo de votantes en la historia, y es que quien realmente convence?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos 3 grandes opciones, Madrazo, el Júnior-saurio, extraído de la vieja escuela del PRI, que estuvo bajo investigación cuando fue gobernador de Tabasco por presunta relación con el narcotráfico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;López Obrador, el cual no lo logro  NADA como jefe de gobierno, mas que mas inseguridad, deuda y "buenos" proyectos arquitectónicos que resultaron en la alimentación de esta deuda, la desconfianza pues sus colaboradores fueron descubiertos como de las peores escorias de corrupción y que descaradamente siguieron dentro del equipo de trabajo del Peje, simplemente por que se le hincharon, que ha estado en el "spot-light" político de los últimos 4 años, que es un populista mas que declarado, amigo de los viejitos y de los pobres, enemigo de una creciente clase media (que hace 10 años no existía o era casi inexistente) y de los empresarios grandes, Carlos Slim puso a López Obrador de estúpido y declaro que lo único bueno y autentico (nuevo) de su libro, es el titulo, el cual se escucha apantallante, pero que contiene ideas ligadas directamente con el neoliberalismo que tanto aborrece, es también enemigo de los universitarios, se le cito de que el porque no visitaba universidades (así como Espacio 2006) era que AHI no estaba el pueblo, los universitarios somos el presente de México, y aparentemente nuestro querido "PG" no tiene ni la menor simpatía por espacios que pueden debatir sus propuestas con inteligencia, su miedo a los foros abiertos con mentes jóvenes que están hartos de la sucia política también es una de sus mayores debilidades, una persona que se ha mostrado intolerante con los críticos y con la libertad de expresión misma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego Calderón... hablando de menos peor, ha tenido puntos buenos, gano los 2 debates presidenciales, en opinión de TODOS los expertos y periodistas así como el publico en general, sus propuestas son aceptables, aunque no suficientes, y logro modificar su campaña a tiempo como para subir en las encuestas hasta rebasar a AMLO y ahora estar en un empate técnico, le sacaron lo del cuñado, y TODAS las empresas relacionadas, al siguiente día, lanzaron comunicados que durante el periodo de Felipe Calderón, no suscribieron contratos con Hildebrando SA, la comprobación de esto esta al aire, ayuda a la desacreditación el hecho de que el PRD llegara a presentar sus "pruebas" con 3 gigantescas cajas llenas de un vació acusador, el principal problema (y de alguna forma se lleva el crédito a parte de su "éxito") es la campaña publicitaria de desacreditación hacia López Obrador, y el poco enfoque de la campaña de medios hacia lo que realmente importa, sus propuestas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este 2 de Julio VOTA, hay MUCHAS razones por las cuales una persona pensaría en no votar, TODAS son una estúpida excusa para evadir esta importante obligación ciudadana, para gozar de nuestro derecho a quejarnos de lo mal que se encuentra este gobierno o el siguiente, debemos ganarnos ese derecho, el que no vota NO tiene derecho a alzar su voz contra algo que él mismo propicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/rock3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/rock3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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again...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115029546543170288</id><published>2006-06-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:31:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happen?</title><content type='html'>The last post had to be modified, I made the index disappear... so yeah, thats the only reason, I did responde to the comment, but then I realize about the index :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115029546543170288?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-115007670906960023</id><published>2006-06-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:45:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Boy... No Begbie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/sickboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/trainspotting.htm"&gt;Which Trainspotting Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-115007670906960023?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115007670906960023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=115007670906960023' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115007670906960023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/115007670906960023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-boy-no-begbie.html' title='Sick Boy... No Begbie?'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114930949383406978</id><published>2006-06-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:40:19.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call Of Cthulhu</title><content type='html'>OK, no tienen idea de la clase de problemas que tuve por este proyecto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/Still02%5BIMPRENTA%5D02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/Still02%5BIMPRENTA%5D02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y debido a un problema de html, he aqui el link de la animacion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sdtv7NLavtY"&gt;Cthulhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114930949383406978?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114930949383406978/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114930949383406978' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114930949383406978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114930949383406978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/06/call-of-cthulhu.html' title='The Call Of Cthulhu'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114850990116457784</id><published>2006-05-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:52:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Facts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a LONG interview with Sully Erna from Godsmack, they are very pro-military, please take a moment to read it, and enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/?p=1244&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Godsmack (whose album is No. 1 on the charts) about what they use their music for.&lt;br /&gt;Godsmack have sold millions of records. Their fourth album, "IV," was released on April 25. It sold 211,000 copies in its first week in the USA to debut at Number One on the Billboard chart. I interviewed Godsmack frontman/lyricist/producer Sully Erna on Monday, May 1, 2006 by telephone. Here is the full transcript of our conversation. - Jay Babcock (Editor, ARTHUR Magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAY BABCOCK: &lt;/span&gt;ALRIGHT LET ME GET THE TAPE ROLLING HERE. HOW YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SULLY ERNA:&lt;/span&gt; I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOW WAS THE JIMMY KIMMEL SHOW ON FRIDAY? YOU WERE OUTSIDE PLAYING,&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's always cool to do that because it's so set up for musicians, you know. Big stage, live crowd. It's not so like indoors with a camera rehearsals. It's a lot easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YEAH. SO YOU GOT TO BE BACK OUT IN FRONT OF YOUR FANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It was good. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE LISTEN TO YOUR MUSIC, DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. I've seen em range as young as 8 and as old as 68. [chuckles]&lt;br /&gt;YUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WELL YOU'VE SEEN A LOT MORE OF EM THAN I HAVE, AND I'M TRYING TO GET AN IDEA OF WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN YOU'RE OUT THERE-TO YOU, ON THE STAGE. DO YOU THINK LIKE THERE'S A LOT OF TEENAGERS IN THE AUDIENCE? A LOT OF GUYS IN THEIR 20S?  CHICKS?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you know-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IS IT A DUDE AUDIENCE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would say, if I had to guess what our age group is, it's probably between .18 and 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OH YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would have to say that's kind of where we're at, maybe more, majority would be 18-30? But I, we definitely, we recruited a lot of new fans off of that acoustic record-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THAT DID IT, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-an older audience. And this record seems to be drawing in a different kind of audience as well, so. You know we're just trying to continue to expand and not have a ceiling over our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RIGHT. YOU GUYS ARE STILL HAVING A GOOD TIME MAKING MUSIC AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course. We're musicians, that's what we do. It may not always be great music, but we love making it! [laughs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CUZ MUSIC HAS A POWER.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mmm hmm. It's a universal language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO WHAT YOU SAY WITH IT, AND WHAT YOU DO WITH IT, HAS AN EFFECT.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[emphatically] Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO I NOTICE YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN REALLY INVOLVED WITH PROMOTING THE MILITARY. [1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, they actually came to us, believe it or not. Somebody in the Navy loves this band, because they used 'Awake' for three years and then they came to us and re-upped the contract for another three years for 'Sick of Life.' So, I don't know. They just feel like that music, [laughs] someone in that&lt;br /&gt;place thinks that the music is very motivating for recruit commercials I guess. And hey, I'm an American boy so it's not. I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE PROUD OF RECRUITING YOUR FANS INTO THE MILITARY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. [laughs, then jokingly] Don't be turning my fucking words around, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WELL, TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN. YOU SAID YOUR MUSIC IS POWERFUL, IT'S GOT AN EFFECT, LIKE YOU SAID, AND YOU'RE LETTING THE MILITARY USE IT. THE MILITARY, WHOARE THEY RECRUITING? 18 TO 30-YEAR OLDS, RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess. I don't know what their recruit age is. I know it's at least 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, THEY GO DOWN IN TO THE HIGH SCHOOLS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My thing is. Listen, here's my thing with the military. I'm not saying our government is perfect. Because I know that we make some mistakes and we do shitty things BUT, BUT. You wouldn't have your job, and we wouldn't have our lives, if we weren't out there protecting this country so we could lead a free life. So there's kind of a ying and a yang to that. Sometimes it's not always the best choices that we make, or we stick our noses in other people's shit, but at the same time, we protect this place enough that we're able to like pursue careers and do what a lot of people in other countries aren't able to do. They're kind of picked and they're chosen to be whatever they become.&lt;br /&gt;I'm, I'm, I'm proud to be an American, I'll tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO YOUR COUNTRY, RIGHT OR WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh, no. Not right or wrong. But I'm proud to be an American. I love my country. I've seen the depressions and how people live in other countries and how they're told what to be, and they don't have the choices that we have. I do love that about our country. So, you know. And I actually sympathize with a lot of the soliders, and the military in general, that are trained to go out and protect FOR us, and what they have to go through, it's really kind of shitty in a sense that these young kids have to go over there and die, sometimes, for something that isn't our fucking problem. And that kind of sucks. So what I have to do is at least support them, because they don't have the choice that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DON'T HAVE THE CHOICE BECAUSE.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because they've decided to fight for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND THEY DECIDED TO DO THAT BECAUSE.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[laughs].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.OF YOUR SONG.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aw, come on. It's not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WELL I HAVE A QUOTE FROM YOU HERE: "WE'VE ALWAYS BEEN SUPPORTIVE OF OUR COUTNRY AND OUR PRESIDENT, WHEREAS A LOT OF PEOPLE I THOUGHT"-AND YOU SAID THIS IN 2003 TO MTV NEWS, YOU SAID - "A LOT OF PEOPLE I THOUGHT LASHED OUT PRETTY QUICKLY AT WHAT WE DID AND I THOUGHT THE GOVERNMENT DID EVERYTHING PRETTY CLEANLY AND PUBLICLY AS POSSIBLE." [2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That was my opinion at the time. The whole war thing, and trying to  keep us up to date like. If you remember, back in other wars, we didn't have the opportunity to follow it through the media, and CNN, and the news-live updates and that kind of thing. And I thought that for the most part you know&lt;br /&gt;we were allowed to follow it as best we could through the media sources that were feeding us information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[incredulous] YOU DIDN'T THINK THE MEDIA WAS BEING CONTROLLED BY THE MILITARY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, it could be. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU DIDN'T LOOK INTO IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen. Are you a fucking government expert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'M NOT TELLING PEOPLE TO GO JOIN THE MILITARY AND THEN NOT KNOWING WHAT THE MILITARY IS DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't tell people to go join the military!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU DON'T THINK USING YOUR SONGS -THE POWER OF YOUR MUSIC, WHICH YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT-HAS AN EFFECT ON THE PEOPLE THAT HEAR IT WHEN IT GOES WITH THE VISUALS THAT THE BEST P.R. PEOPLE IN THE WORLD USE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh man, are you like one of those guys that agrees with some kid that fuckin' tied a noose around his neck because Judas Priest lyrics told him to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE TELLING ME HOW POWERFUL YOUR MUSIC WAS, AND WHAT AGE THE PEOPLE ARE THAT LISTEN TO IT. AND YOU MUST HAVE THOUGHT, 'WELL THE NAVY SURE THOUGHT IT WAS USEFUL.' SO YOU TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey, listen. The Navy thought.. It's the same reason why wrestlers work out to the music, and extreme motorcross riders listen to the music and do what they do. It's ENERGETIC music. It's very ATHLETIC. People feel that they get an adrenaline rush out of it or whatever, so, it goes with whatever's an extreme situation. But I doubt very seriously that a kid is going to join the Marines or the US Navy because he heard Godsmack as the underlying bed music in the commercial. They're gonna go and join the Navy because they want to jump out of helicopters and fuckin' shoot people! Or protect the country or whatever it is, and look at the cool infra-red goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU SAID TO MTV, "WE'RE NOT A VERY POLITICAL BAND BUT WE'RE SUPPORTIVE OF THE U.S. MILITARY AND HOW THEY APPROACH THINGS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. Someone turned that around. I never said "and how they approach&lt;br /&gt;things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. SO THAT'S A MISQUOTE. OR SOMETHING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow, what-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHAT ABOUT THIS? IN 2003 YOU DID A SHOW THAT STARTED WITH VIDEO FOOTAGE OF APACHE HELICOPTERS HONING IN ON A DESERT TARGET INTERSPERSED WITH THE WORDS "WE WILL REVAIL./STRONGER THAN THEM ALL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Say that again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'M READING FROM A BOSTON GLOBE REVIEW OF A SHOW YOU DID AT THE TWEETER CENTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN FRONT OF 13,000 PEOPLE ON MAY 22, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, but tell me what it said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YES SIR. IT SAID "GODSMACK'S FEROCIOUSLY HIGH ENERGY 90-MINUTE SET STARTED WITH VIDEO FOOTAGE OF APACHE HELICOPTERS HONING IN ON A DESERT TARGET, INTERSPERSED WITH THE WORDS 'WE WILL PREVAIL/STRONGER THAN THEM ALL.'" [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU'RE USING MILITARYIMAGERYWITH YOUR MUSIC AT YOUR CONCERTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it was a COMPUTER image, a computer-animated helicopter that didn't. There was no scene of a desert in there. It was a helicopter that rose up from the screen and scanned the audience. It was an EFFECT. And then it shot out missiles that hit the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because the intro to 'Straight Out of Line" has the sounds of like, a war thing going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OH I SEE. SO IT'S JUST SORT OF A CONCEPT THING. [pause] WELL YOU'VE DONE A LOT TO HELP OUT THE GUYS WHO ARE IN THE MILITARY, WHO ARE STUCK THERE NOW, WHETHER THEY CHOSE TO BE THERE OR THEY GOT HOODWINKED INTO BEING THERE, FOR WHATEVER REASON, THEY'RE IN THE MILITARY. AND THEY'RE DOING THEIR JOB. YOU GUYS DID A SHOW FOR THEM AT CAMP PENDLETON-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CALLED "ROCKIN' THE CORPS." AND SO YOU'VE BEEN DOING A LOT OF BENEFIT SHOWS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[interrupting] Well, like I said, Listen you know, there's a lot of young kids that die for our country, man, and they don't have the choice once they're in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THAT'S RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I just feel well you know whatever we can do to say 'thank you for protecting our country' is what we try to do. I'm not trying to make this a big political issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OKAY. HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING TO PREVENT PEOPLE FROM JOINING THE MILITARY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MAYBE EDUCATE THEM AS TO WHAT'S IN STORE FOR THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't have enough education in the military to educate them in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU LET YOUR MUSIC BE USED FOR ANTI-MILITARY RECRUITING ADVERTISEMENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know, I 'd have to see what that was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BUT YOU'D BE OPEN TO IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We're open to whatever, as long as it's not a Maybelline commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laughs] MAYBELLINE'S MORE OFFENSIVE THAN THE MILITARY.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No. That doesn't quite go with what we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BUT THE MILITARY DOES?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen. Where are we going with this thing? Is this interview about the&lt;br /&gt;government-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A PRO-MILITARY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sounds like this is a personal attack or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WELL I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A PRO-MILITARY BAND AS YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not! I think [chuckling] you're making us out to be a little bit more. When we're asked about something, we just answer the question. We don't go spend 23 hours out of our day supporting the military and what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM HMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We just simply, an opportunity came up, they wanted to use some music for a recruit commercial. What are we gonna say, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YEAH. HOW HARD IS IT TO SAY 'NO'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why would we, though?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BECAUSE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you don't feel the same way about the government that we do, makes you right and us wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YEAH. WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT? TELL ME WHAT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aw, that's crazy, man! That's just an OPINION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I CAN BACK MY OPINION UP FROM HERE TO TOMORROW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO ME ALL DAY LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well obviously you've done a lot of research and you've-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THAT'S RIGHT, BECAUSE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-got a different opinion. We don't know that stuff that you know, so-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHY DON'T YOU DO SOME RESEARCH BEFORE YOU GET INVOLVED WITH THESE SORTS OF THINGS? YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YOUNG KIDS'LIVES. YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT KIDS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yelling] Would you rather not have us be protected so they can come and overrun our country?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT A 'FOOL'S ERRAND' IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm asking you a question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NO ONE IS THREATENING-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Would you rather us not be protected?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOU KNOW WHAT I'D LIKE, SULLY? A DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE. NOT A DEPARTMENT OF OFFENSE THAT ATTACKS OTHER COUNTRIES -SOVEREIGN NATIONS- WHO DO THINGS IN A DIFFERENT WAY THAN US, WHO WE HAVE NO RIGHT TO GO OVER AND INVADE AND CHANGE THEIR GOVERNMENTS. WOULD WE WANT SOMEONE ELSE TO DO THAT TO US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not saying-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOW HARD IS THAT TO THINK ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not saying that we were right on every war that we've created. I know that we've been damn wrong at times about stuff-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHEN HAVE WE BEEN WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[yelling] but they have also been wrong too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHEN HAVE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't trust someone like fuckin' Sadaam and Osama to come in here and try to control-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[incredulous] WHEN DID SADAAM TRY TO COME IN HERE AND CONTROL OUR COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dude, [yelling] WHY DON'T YOU GO LIVE IN IRAQ THEN IF YOU HAVE SUCH A PROBLEM WITH AMERICA? Why are you here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'WHY AM I HERE'?!? THIS IS THE TOP COUNTRY IN THE WORLD, MY FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why do you think so? Because it's PROTECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, IT'S NOT BECAUSE IT'S-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ruled our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IS ATTACKING US, MY FRIEND, CERTAINLY NOT IRAQ. EVERY FIRST WORLD NATION SUFFERS TERRORIST ATTACKS. GET USED TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to it. I don't have a problem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GET USED TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[laughs] Sounds like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S SAYING IT'S ALRIGHT TO NOT KNOW ABOUT STUFF AND THEN TO SEND OTHER PEOPLE TO DIE IN OUR NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I never said that! Don't put fuckin' words in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'VE GOT IT ON TAPE, BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You've got in on tape, bro?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me saying it's okay for us to attack other countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT YOU ON TAPE SAYING THEY'RE PROTECTING US BY ATTACKING, BY GOING OVER THERE AND TAKING OUT PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen, don't fuckin' turn my words around to make it to what you want it to be! That's not what I meant and you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OKAY, I'M SORRY, THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU MEANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen I'm not gonna get into a political fuckin' conversation with you. This was supposed to be an interview about the band. Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE POWER OF YOUR MUSIC AND WHAT YOU'RE USING IT FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is this for anyway? Who are you working with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'M WORKING FOR MY OWN MAGAZINE, MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What's it called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[laughing in disbelief] WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT'S IT CALLED? ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what's the magazine called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IT'S CALLED ARTHUR MAGAZINE. YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES THAT SET THIS UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey I was just told to do press today, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HEY MAN, YOU GUYS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got a checklist in front of me, and I don't have time for a lot of this bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OH YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So write whatever the fuck you wanna write, because your magazine obviously is that popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IT'S DOING PRETTY GOOD-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sure it is. All three thousand copies of it- [4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ON OUR OWN, WITHOUT ANY CORPORATE SUPPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish you the best of-. Why would you waste your time calling a band like us when you don't even give a fuck?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I CERTAINLY DO GIVE A FUCK. CUZ YOU KNOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is this about?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BECAUSE LISTEN MAN! YOU KNOW THERE'S 2800 PEOPLE, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, HAVE DIED OVER IN IRAQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW 30,000 IRAQI HUMANS WHO NEVER DID SHIT TO US HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF THE ATTACKS WE'VE MADE OVER THERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[in disbelief] And that's Godsmack's fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT 78% OF WOMEN IN THE MILITARY REPORT CASES OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[sarcastic] And that's Godsmack's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NO, MAN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarcastic] That has to do with our new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OKAY, LET'S TALK ABOUT YOUR NEW RECORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe this. This is [inaud]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT NEW RECORD, MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get a life. [hangs up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT THE NEW ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDNOTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. from MARCH 7 - 13, 2003 LA WEEKLY:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.laweekly.com/ink/03/16/features-goldin.php&lt;br /&gt;Selling War: How the military's ad campaign gets inside the heads of recruits by Greg Goldin. The Navy's tweaking of this theme is "Accelerate Your Life," which promises "adventure, travel, career, patriotism, technology, education, honor." Set to music from the band Godsmack, a voice-over intones, "If someone wrote a book about your life, would anyone want to read it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. from 06.19.2003 - MTV.COM-&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1472863/06182003/godsmack.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;While Metallica, Ozzy, Audioslave and others travel America, the Boston band will head oversees where the touring circuit isn't quite as crowded. "We zig when they zag," frontman Sully Erna said at Saturday's KROQ Weenie Roast. They'll return to the States for a headlining tour in the fall, which like the current outing will offer $10 tickets to U.S. soldiers. "We've always been supportive of our country and our president and stuff like that, whereas a lot of people, I thought, lashed out pretty quickly at what we did, and I thought the government did everything pretty cleanly and publicly as possible," Erna explained. "We have a lot of respect for the military and stuff like that, and we just wanted to give them something back for what they did for us, letting us live in a free country and that kind of thing. We're not a very political band, but we are supportive of the U.S. military and how they&lt;br /&gt;approach things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. from 05/26/2003&lt;br /&gt;http://archive.unearthed.com/?news,2003,05,0000018118&lt;br /&gt;Steve Morse of the Boston Globe reviewed Godsmack's homecoming concert at the Tweeter Center on Thursday (May 22) before a crowd of 13,000. A large part of that crowd - 2,000 to be exact - were members of the military who had bought $10 tickets in the reserved section on the lawn. Godsmack have taken a pro-military stance this spring, and they loaned their song "Awake" for use in a Navy recruitment ad. Godsmack's ferociously high-energy, 90-minute show started with video footage of Apache helicopters honing in on a desert target, interspersed with the words, ''We will prevail . stronger than them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Actually, it's 50,000.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;www.rockrap.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114850990116457784?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114850990116457784/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114850990116457784' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114850990116457784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114850990116457784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/know-your-facts.html' title='Know Your Facts!'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114791555514098992</id><published>2006-05-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:54:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una verdad para que no se aburran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Últimamente he tenido tiempo de pensar un poco (lo cual es usualmente no-bueno), y creo que ha tenido resultados positivos (desde un punto de vista un poco raro), pues me he dado cuenta (OK, he reafirmado algo que creo que en el fondo no pensé que fuera cierto) de algo que no es bueno escuchar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Verán,  no estoy apegado a nada ni a nadie, realmente apegado, hay muchas que normalmente me satisfacen (creando la idea de felicidad), pero ninguna de esas cosas son lo suficientemente fuertes como para extrañar, y esto no lo digo para que la gente me crea "rudo" o "insensible" o que sientan compasión ni nada, esto es la verdad, mi forma de sentir y pensar, pierdo el interés relativamente rápido y es bastante definitivo (algunas veces creo perder el interés y realmente no, otras, me atengo a que no he perdido el interés, pero la realidad es otra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-MX"&gt; A mi denme buena música (y mucha), cosas para leer (libros y revistas), muchas películas, y nada que hacer y probablemente no me verán en días, así de fácil, no hay nada mas que realmente necesite (o si?, a lo mejor algo de compañía "amigable" ayude ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;Esto realmente lo escribo, no porque quiero compartirlo con el mundo porque la verdad si yo fuera el mundo ni me importaría, si no que el otro día me entro un remordimiento, puesto que la gente que entra aquí, aunque sea por accidente, rara vez tiene algo nuevo que leer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Supongo que si me voy a España, esto ayudara mucho...&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114791555514098992?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114791555514098992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114791555514098992' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114791555514098992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114791555514098992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/una-verdad-para-que-no-se-aburran.html' title='Una verdad para que no se aburran'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114780847057880172</id><published>2006-05-16T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:41:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down To Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/soul/images/downto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely down-to-earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your soul type&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com" target="new"&gt;kelly.moranweb.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(More info @ &lt;a href="http://secondaryprotocol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victor's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114780847057880172?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114780847057880172/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114780847057880172' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114780847057880172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114780847057880172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/down-to-earth.html' title='Down To Earth...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114689142866717943</id><published>2006-05-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:57:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayo 1: Un dia sin inmigrantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span   style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mejor tarde que nunca...&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OK, primero que nada, hubo cosas positivas y negativas:&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) La gente dejo el miedo en casa, eso fue lo más importante, la gente alzo su voz y se dejo escuchar, unas 150 ciudades estadounidenses fueron “afectadas” por este día, los jóvenes no fueron a sus escuelas, y varias empresas tuvieron que parar su producción debido a falta de personal…&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;2) Este día no tuvo el efecto que se quería o deseaba en la economía estadounidense, y les falto mucho, y es que una economía tan poderosa como la de Estados Unidos no es parada así como así, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la economía depende de más cosas que la gente inmigrante…&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;3) Parece ser que la gente confundió de pronto el mensaje y trato de hacer de esto una lucha revolucionaria, no una buena movida si se toma en cuenta el alto nivel conservador de EE.UU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4) Esto, tal vez como consecuencia, levanto los animos anti-americano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;Espero que se alcance la causa de esta lucha, que los “americanos” caigan en cuenta de su error, antes de cometerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/ratm_bandera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/ratm_bandera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/RAGE%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/RAGE%20%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114689142866717943?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114689142866717943/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114689142866717943' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114689142866717943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114689142866717943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/mayo-1-un-dia-sin-inmigrantes.html' title='Mayo 1: Un dia sin inmigrantes'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114530566684864823</id><published>2006-04-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:27:48.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 100</title><content type='html'>Después de muchísimo tiempo he llegado al post número 100, casi 2 años y hay razones por las cuales he tardado tanto, y he decidido que este post sea simplemente una mirada atrás a lo que fue y lo que pudo ser este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La idea era simple, “Mis opiniones sobre los sucesos de Tijuana, México y el mundo sobre: política, música, cultura, la vida y lo que se me ocurra...”, La idea vino a mi cuando, como muchas otras veces,  miraba el noticiero nocturno y pasaban la opinión de un experto, que exponía sus pensamientos sobre algún tema en especifico, &lt;a href="http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2004/06/pasele-pasele-barato-barato.html"&gt;comenze&lt;/a&gt; fuerte, era una época de actividad política fuerte, elecciones en Tijuana y &lt;a href="http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2004/06/organizacin-hank-rhon-pt-1.html"&gt;Jorge Hank &lt;/a&gt;era candidato, así que los primeros posts (largos por  cierto) eran parte de una campaña de mi parte para desacreditarlo, con hechos, no mentiras, y de ahí surgieron otros escritos en donde relacionaba la &lt;a href="http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2004/10/msica-y-poltica-pt-1.html"&gt;política y la música&lt;/a&gt;, y así continuo este espacio por algunos meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La evolución no espero, y aunque no se sintió como evolución si no un retroceso gigante, pero no hubo opción, poco a poco deje de darle la continuidad apropiada a las noticias mientras otro tipo de pensamientos comenzaron a atormentarme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fracasar en un intento de enfrentar mis demonios apropiadamente y al haber estos superado mi capacidad, tuve que encontrar una salida, lamentablemente fue este espacio el que sufrió…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así paso el tiempo, meses y este blog no fue el mismo, ni lo volvería a ser, alimentado por un distanciamiento de fuentes informativas, una nueva manera de pensar y sobre todo, un cambio mental…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este espacio es visitado ocasionalmente, lo único que sigue vigente, pues no me atrevo a publicar algo que no valga la pena (al menos para mi), todo tiene sentido aquí, cada publicación tiene su por que, aunque parezca lo más claro del mundo, siempre hay algo muy dentro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me he considerado escritor, al menos no en el buen sentido, no escribo ni poemas ni cuentos ni historias, mis escritos (como los llamo), apenas rozan en lo literario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero seguir manteniendo este espacio, espero evolucionar y avanzar, espero no tener que esperar y el no fracasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yo soy yo, yo soy el que lo sabe todo y nada a la vez, soy el que rechaza todo estereotipo pensado en mi, soy al que nadie conoce y le agrada que sea así, soy el que le va a contestar todo, pero no le responderé nada, pues es igual a todo el que no sea yo, soy el que no confía en nadie, pero no tiene problema en dar a todos su confianza, soy el que le habla a todos o intenta hacerlo, pero aun así, no se deja hablar con cualquiera, yo soy grande y pequeño a la vez, maestro y alumno, un tonto entre los tontos y un genio entre los genios, pero en realidad no tanto, pues soy como soy y como soy usted no lo sabrá nunca."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/02/quin-soy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Quién soy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114530566684864823?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114530566684864823/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114530566684864823' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114530566684864823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114530566684864823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-100.html' title='Post 100'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114403085754764644</id><published>2006-04-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:20:57.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not A Slave</title><content type='html'>I write messages on money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my own form of social protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy&lt;br /&gt;passed indiscriminately across race, class and gender lines&lt;br /&gt;and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet little hijacking&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the check-out counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a federal crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/scan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Koppel (joshkoppel.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114403085754764644?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114403085754764644/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114403085754764644' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114403085754764644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114403085754764644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-not-slave.html' title='You Are Not A Slave'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114391550069926333</id><published>2006-03-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:18:20.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pollo</title><content type='html'>Yes, Happy B-Day, now you can go to Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114391550069926333?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114391550069926333/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114391550069926333' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114391550069926333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114391550069926333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-pollo.html' title='Happy Birthday Pollo'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114383077167805033</id><published>2006-03-31T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:46:11.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Puppets</title><content type='html'>Too many things in my head...&lt;br /&gt;Too much mess to put it together...&lt;br /&gt;To avoy saying thing that I do not want to say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114383077167805033?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114383077167805033/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114383077167805033' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114383077167805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114383077167805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-many-puppets.html' title='Too Many Puppets'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114282775299581080</id><published>2006-03-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:09:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR!</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm fricking(fucking) tired of people making me less, thinking that I do not deserve certain things, FUCK ALL OF YOU, there are TOO many, now, it is clear that I most do something, and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/7458785-114282775299581080?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114282775299581080/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114282775299581080' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114282775299581080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114282775299581080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/war.html' title='WAR!'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114236392832130688</id><published>2006-03-14T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:19:28.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, I know this is pointless, but I'm kinda prout (I think thats the word) that I accomplish this, now, is important to point that this is not new, but since I felt like this I been wanted to make sure of everything, so after check, double check, little experiments, big experiments and a triple check, I found myself in a position that I know some will envy, 'cuz I once envy real bad, and it feels good, this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;"Now I'm free from what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt; Now I'm free from what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt; Now I'm free from what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7458785-114236392832130688?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114236392832130688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114236392832130688' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114236392832130688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114236392832130688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/pointless-post.html' title='Pointless post'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114184515836393284</id><published>2006-03-08T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:17:45.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primer encuentro</title><content type='html'>Primer juego: desastre total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114184515836393284?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114184515836393284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114184515836393284' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114184515836393284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114184515836393284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/primer-encuentro.html' title='Primer encuentro'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-114055302257240861</id><published>2006-02-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:17:02.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hell Can't Stop ME now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Temporada: 2006&lt;br /&gt;Categoria: Intermedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liga: OEFA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo, 5 de marzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO&lt;br /&gt; 14:00              &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;           Venados        Tij                    U.D.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 11 de marzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA            VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO&lt;br /&gt;16:00             Jaguares        &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;           Tij                    P.FED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 18 de marzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO &lt;br /&gt;12:00             &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;           Santos            Tij                    U.D.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo, 26 de marzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO &lt;br /&gt;16:00             Guerreros       &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;           Tij                    U.D.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 1 de abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO&lt;br /&gt;15:00             &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;      Cimarrones Mxl     Tij                 U.D.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 8 de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO&lt;br /&gt;17:00             Zorros             &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;           Mxl                  CETYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 22 de abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORA             CASA             VISITANTE    CIUDAD         CAMPO&lt;br /&gt;16:00             Aguilas Marinas &lt;strong&gt;Leones&lt;/strong&gt;      Ens                 PRI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-114055302257240861?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114055302257240861/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=114055302257240861' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114055302257240861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/114055302257240861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-hell-cant-stop-me-now.html' title='All Hell Can&apos;t Stop ME now!'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113922074101589278</id><published>2006-02-06T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:12:21.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm having some kind of revelation, and that I'm falling, then, I see the real thing, and I see that ain't nothing special, even if I know that I'm fooling myself on that one, this time, things change, times change, people change, and I can't wait to see the result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113922074101589278?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113922074101589278/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113922074101589278' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113922074101589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113922074101589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/02/newbie.html' title='Newbie...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113780113129805851</id><published>2006-01-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:41:59.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Questionnaire [v2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today a young man on acid called &lt;strong&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt; realized that all matter is merely energy condensed into a slow vibration. That we are all one consiousness experimanting its self subadjectively. There's no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselfs. That been said, he ask for &lt;strong&gt;Maynard James Keenan&lt;/strong&gt; to help him fill this musical questionnaire, using his songs lyrics and titles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Eres hombre o mujer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now I've got some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A-dvice for you, little buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you point the finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm the man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're the man, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's the man as well so you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hooker with a Penis]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descríbete:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just a worthless liar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just an imbecile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will only complicate you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in me and fall as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will find a center in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will chew it up and leave,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will work to elevate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just enough to bring you down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Sober]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Qué sienten las personas acerca de ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be hostile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be dismal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to believe you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I want to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you lie, cheat, and steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tolerate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Intolerance]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo te sientes de ti mismo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,&lt;br /&gt;and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees and burning.&lt;br /&gt;My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.&lt;br /&gt;So smell my soul burning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...&lt;br /&gt;but I survive on it,and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..&lt;br /&gt;and I feel ugly, and dead inside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit adds up at the bottom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Bottom]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo describirías tu anterior relación sentimental?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am expecting just a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much from the wounded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I see through it all and see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I threw you the obvious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes of a tragedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't see me at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[3 Libras]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe la relación con tu actual novio / novia o pretendiente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there were no rewards to reap,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No loving embrace to see me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna wait it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there were no desire to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The damaged and broken met along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This tedious path I've chosen here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I certainly would've walked away by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[The Patient]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Dónde quisieras estar ahora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Locked in a place where no one goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[No Quarter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo eres con respecto al amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[it's / having / in] some kind of psychedelic experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our body is light, we are immortal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our body is love, we are eternal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, without judgment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Merkaba]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo es tu vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I choose to live and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grow, take and give and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Move, learn and love and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cry, kill and die and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be paranoid and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lie, hate and fear and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do what it takes to move through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I choose to live and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lie, kill and give and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Die, learn and love and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do what it takes to step through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Forty-Six &amp;amp; 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Qué pedirías si tuvieras un solo deseo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanishing like a cyan sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanish, vanish into the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never really here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Vanishing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escribe alguna cita o frase sabia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Lateralus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahora despídete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To ascend you must die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You must be crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For your sins and your lies. [sic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Eulogy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113780113129805851?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113780113129805851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113780113129805851' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113780113129805851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113780113129805851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/01/musical-questionnaire-v2.html' title='Musical Questionnaire [v2]'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113710431791474347</id><published>2006-01-12T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:18:37.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics of the year</title><content type='html'>Esta es la letra y canción que definió este año, bueno,  tal vez no tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Canción:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 Libras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Mer De Noms, 2000]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw you the obvious and you flew&lt;br /&gt;with it on your back, a name in your recollection,&lt;br /&gt;thrown down among a million same.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed&lt;br /&gt;and passed over&lt;br /&gt;when I've looked right through&lt;br /&gt;to see you naked and oblivious&lt;br /&gt;and you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I threw you the obvious&lt;br /&gt;just to see if there's more behind the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of a fallen angel,&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am expecting just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;too much from the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;But I see through it all and see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I threw you the obvious&lt;br /&gt;to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,&lt;br /&gt;eyes of a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113710431791474347?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113710431791474347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113710431791474347' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113710431791474347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113710431791474347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2006/01/lyrics-of-year.html' title='Lyrics of the year'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113598450592155471</id><published>2005-12-30T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:19:05.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2005...&lt;br /&gt;A year to remember... even when the feeling is pointing to forget...&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that could define this year, things that I won't mention here, but overall, is a year to remember, and one to put an example of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t much to say… because I say it all already…&lt;br /&gt;I just hope for a better year 2006… and I hope that the Spain thing becomes a reality…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black then white are all I see in my infancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets me see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As below, so above and beyond, I imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drawn beyond the lines of reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Push the envelope. Watch it bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black then white are all I see in my infancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets me see there is so much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As below, so above and beyond, I imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drawn outside the lines of reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Push the envelope. Watch it bend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching out to embrace the random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I embrace my desire to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel the rhythm, to feel connected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough to step aside and weep like a widow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feel inspired, to fathom the power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to swing on the spiral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of our divinity and still be a human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my feet upon the ground I lose myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel it move across my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reaching up and reaching out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spiral out. Keep going, going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lateralus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113598450592155471?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113598450592155471/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113598450592155471' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113598450592155471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113598450592155471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-over.html' title='Finally Over...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113541164629171311</id><published>2005-12-24T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:07:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya viene la Navidad... no a muchos les gusta, pero siempre es especial, para bien o para mal... no me queda mas que esperar lo mejor de este dia,  desear a todos una feliz navidad... claro a menos que la mia este chafa, entonces les deseo lo mismo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCR out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113541164629171311?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113541164629171311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113541164629171311' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113541164629171311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113541164629171311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/12/navidad.html' title='Navidad'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113495865827545349</id><published>2005-12-18T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:17:38.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Album: &lt;strong&gt;Opiate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;strong&gt;TOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sweating,&lt;br /&gt;and breathing&lt;br /&gt;and staring and thinking&lt;br /&gt;and sinking&lt;br /&gt;deeper.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like I'm swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is burning hot again&lt;br /&gt;on the hunterand&lt;br /&gt;and the fisherman,&lt;br /&gt;and he's trying to remember when,&lt;br /&gt;but it makes him dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Seems so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm slipping&lt;br /&gt;into a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the way you whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is setting cool again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the thinker&lt;br /&gt;and the fisherman&lt;br /&gt;and I'm trying to remember when&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sweating,&lt;br /&gt;and breathing,&lt;br /&gt;and staring and thinking&lt;br /&gt;and sinking&lt;br /&gt;deeper&lt;br /&gt;and it's almost like I'm swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Seems so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm slipping&lt;br /&gt;into a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's the way you whisper.&lt;br /&gt;It drags me under&lt;br /&gt;and takes me home.&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/7458785-113495865827545349?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113495865827545349/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113495865827545349' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113495865827545349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113495865827545349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweat.html' title='Sweat'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113478310697110931</id><published>2005-12-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:31:47.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maraNTINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/maraton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/400/maraton.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You HAVE to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PD: Thanks Odette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113478310697110931?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113478310697110931/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113478310697110931' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113478310697110931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113478310697110931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/12/marantino.html' title='maraNTINO'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113399722400932838</id><published>2005-12-07T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:13:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?, me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bobbie Mercer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/fourbrothers250a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/fourbrothers250a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Begbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/1600/Begbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3034/460/320/Begbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113399722400932838?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113399722400932838/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113399722400932838' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113399722400932838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113399722400932838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-me.html' title='Who?, me?'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113173770612619236</id><published>2005-11-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:35:06.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bien, creere ciegamente...&lt;br /&gt;Creere en los estatutos de alguien que no he visto ni conocido...&lt;br /&gt;De aqul que vive en las sombras, oculto en una esquina, apartado de la sanidad mental...&lt;br /&gt;Susurrando hechos, hechos con alto grado de credibilidad...&lt;br /&gt;Hechos que parecen verdades in-refutables...&lt;br /&gt;Hechos sobre cosas que tal vez no se y que tal vez no deberia saber...&lt;br /&gt;O que tal vez no quiero saber...&lt;br /&gt;O que tal vez no me deberian interesar...&lt;br /&gt;Me mantendre alejado al libre pensamiento, y me atendre a que me digan sus verdades para asi poder abrazarlas como propias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sere un esclavo ciego de ti, porque asi he de escoger yo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque esa ha sido mi decision, y porque creo que esa es la unica verdad valida sobre este mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tendre fe, pues es lo unico que importa, porque yo no se que podria pasar, porque he de vivir en la insertidumbre por el resto de mis dias y porque debere de doblegarme a esa unica verdad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-113173770612619236?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/113173770612619236/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=113173770612619236' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113173770612619236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/113173770612619236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/11/deaf-and-blind-and-dumb-and-born-to.html' title='Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-113069972457290992</id><published>2005-10-30T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:15:24.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Exile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So good to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've missed you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So glad IT'S OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/10/tests.html' title='Tests'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112612097593831600</id><published>2005-09-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:29:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Concept [Pt.1- Incomplete v2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz 10 minutes ain't enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, and always have been one of the most difficult task for me, because I don't have an accurate concept of myself, I like to think of myself as lower that some times I actually am...&lt;br /&gt;So... what am I?, who am I?... what a question, I will try to put myself in few words, and simple as posible, 'cuz otherwise, it'll take me 10 post, each longer than the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself an analytic person, a deep thinker, even if I don't look like one, which is one of the things I choose to do... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also considered myself as a political &amp;amp; social mind, I try to keep myself inform about the news around my city, my country and the world, I'm a person of reason, of facts, I don't dig everything the church or the state says, "Think for yourself. Question authority."...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not left-wing or revolutionary, like some people may think, like I said, I use the reason, so I can't take side for such a stupid thing, there somethings I'm liberal about, and others that I'm conservative about, each topic must be analyze leaving sides aside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll always try to keep a low profile, I don't like be seen as a "star" or "the best", see, I might joke about it, about me feeling the best, but I actually don't like people telling me something like that, makes me uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good with new people, in a upper level of my person, I get along well very quickly, but in the low-personal level... I can know people for a very LONG time, and get along real well with it, but still, I hide myself...&lt;br /&gt;My real me is very confusing... 'cuz is a mix of every personality in me, with a lot of up's and down's, and good's, but sometimes I think that with too much bad's and ugly's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So maybe that reveals how insecure I am, and is more evident on social situations, but I'm working on that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like black humor, I'm sarcastic, even if I don't show it a lot, belive me, in my, the first answer that I think about a comment, usually is a sarcastic one, that I don't usually bring up, 'cuz on the other hand, I consider myself a very considerate person, I do care about not hurting people, at least not because of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never actually belive in "love"... but, I know it does exists... in our heads, and this drug, is stronger that all combine... but is exciting and it feels good and right... until your mind wakes up and realize that it's been a prisoner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a shame that we have to disappear, I enjoy every moment, just that it is time to move on, and there isn't space for a we there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm fond... but I'll never want to be inlove ['Cuz I refuse to love] but I know what it is... the past I can't forget, even if I try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to fight, I did, and just when I thought I won... I realize that, the only thing that I accomplish, is to take prisioner the feelings, just like they took my mind away for a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112612097593831600?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112612097593831600/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112612097593831600' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112612097593831600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112612097593831600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/09/self-concept-pt1-incomplete-v2.html' title='Self-Concept [Pt.1- Incomplete v2]'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112310260418643087</id><published>2005-08-03T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:56:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is better with dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my mind say to me the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe life is but a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and maybe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"There's no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselfs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know the truth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the dreams have change,&lt;br /&gt;and the dreams are not the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and now, nobody owns my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wish is so good and I enjoy it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But my dreams are now a nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112310260418643087?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112310260418643087/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112310260418643087' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112310260418643087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112310260418643087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112292541327959213</id><published>2005-08-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:43:33.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch The Weather Change</title><content type='html'>I hope you NEVER change!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!, you already did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for us, and that WE never change between ourselfs!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!, we already did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to change for such matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!, I already did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112292541327959213?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112292541327959213/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112292541327959213' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112292541327959213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112292541327959213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/08/watch-weather-change.html' title='Watch The Weather Change'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112268031049802370</id><published>2005-07-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:07:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>∞ Time Over Time ∞</title><content type='html'>Was a time early in life&lt;br /&gt;When I hated everything&lt;br /&gt;Took advice from the wrong shoulder&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a will this time don’t care what you say&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a feeling this will all go away&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the wind this time it’s in the southern sky&lt;br /&gt;I can’t walk on water yet won’t even try&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are dying for me&lt;br /&gt;long before your time has come&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;I see my wishes fly&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;For the best time I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped&lt;br /&gt;I won’t lie no more you can bet&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;I don’t lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure everything will end up alright&lt;br /&gt;I may win or lose, and that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the times before&lt;br /&gt;When life comes alive the past moves aside&lt;br /&gt;No regrets no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Time heals, time congeals around us&lt;br /&gt;Endless hours of wasted moments&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;But the hours grew so empty&lt;br /&gt;and the ocean sent her waves&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;Help me I don’t know what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this tongue can be betraying&lt;br /&gt;And if I’m wrong, is that such a crime?&lt;br /&gt;And if you want, you can set my words to right&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone, the song is over&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd something more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lyrics from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audioslave,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Peaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pink Floyd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112268031049802370?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112268031049802370/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112268031049802370' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112268031049802370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112268031049802370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-over-time.html' title='∞ Time Over Time ∞'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112209373632960689</id><published>2005-07-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:56:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ God.religion.eternity.heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love.beauty.sex.friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life.luck.fun.wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;health.roses.danger.regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace.freedom.justice.respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fear.hate.death.darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scars.change.time.people ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[∞] live inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112209373632960689?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112209373632960689/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112209373632960689' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112209373632960689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112209373632960689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112188836014488503</id><published>2005-07-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:40:35.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Album: Salival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: Tool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside sleeping, my heart beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that you tried to hide it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't you have said what you meant? Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time heals, time congeals around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endless hours of wasted moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understanding, not demanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your eyes tell what you feel inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside sleeping, my heart beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that you tried to hide it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't you have said what you meant?&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112188836014488503?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112188836014488503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112188836014488503' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112188836014488503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112188836014488503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-lied.html' title='You Lied'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112123046683075595</id><published>2005-07-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:25:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 [Pt. 1: Sad, Angry &amp; Depressive version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I wrote in the last minutes of my 19's... it may be harmful and depressive for some, but I decided to blog it 'cuz, well, sometimes is the feeling that I get, just see the Pt. 2 for better feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed by... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How to evaluate it?&lt;br /&gt;Is been... hard...and new...and different in a way...&lt;br /&gt;The first half was...ok, normal, I think, no big deal...&lt;br /&gt;The second?, well, let's just say that 2005 is tha Fucked Up year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out many things that sometimes it seems like I didn't found nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, that a few of them may be a little good, not all of them are bad, and all are good for learning...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting to really know me, I know that: I'm a crappy musician, writer, designer, thinking mind, speaker (in any language), working man, spoke person, and most of it, a really crappy friend and tech support...&lt;br /&gt;I was cold, yes, but nothing compare to the potential in me that I found...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like NOBODY matters anymore,&lt;br /&gt;That I have no heart for anybody, I have no soul to save,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who is born, dead or re-born yesterday, today or tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;The same piece of shit,&lt;br /&gt;Just as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something missing in me, in my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know for sure what it is...&lt;br /&gt;I found that I been feeling that for the most part of my teen years, and I found out this past year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open up myself in the last months, and even with that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well NOBODY really care, try or want to know the truth...&lt;br /&gt;Who is blind?&lt;br /&gt;Probably me... I'm no fool,&lt;br /&gt;I do found out about everything on my own, there's never been need to send somebody to tell me what I already know, but, sometimes it helps I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I don't believe in friendship &amp;amp; love and maybe I'm just disappointed for being passed over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112123046683075595?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112123046683075595/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112123046683075595' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112123046683075595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112123046683075595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/20-pt-1-sad-angry-depressive-version.html' title='20 [Pt. 1: Sad, Angry &amp; Depressive version]'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112105379016048501</id><published>2005-07-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:55:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prying Open My Third Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By: Bill Hicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Samples from the song &lt;strong&gt;'Third Eye'&lt;/strong&gt;, from the album &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ænima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Tool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't think drugs have done good things for us do me a favor, Go home tonight, take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CDs and burn them, 'cuz you know what?, the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years... where real fuckin' high on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed into a slow vibration.&lt;br /&gt;That we are all one consiousness experimanting its self subadjectively.&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselfs.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Tom with the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112105379016048501?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112105379016048501/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112105379016048501' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112105379016048501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112105379016048501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/prying-open-my-third-eye.html' title='Prying Open My Third Eye'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112105649065877672</id><published>2005-07-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:34:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the past, let's cure the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember the times... the real good ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a time where I didn't have to worry about anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A time where I knew that everything was in it's place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A time where I ask for a heart, where I ask for trust, and I didn't care about the lies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a time (and kindda quoting somebody), were I was different, I really was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Throughout human evolution, there has been many changes in the human behavior, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the begining, the people were strangers to each other, then came that stage where a 'frenger' is the word for it... and then in a smaller stage... the friends came, and all the people started to be happy with each other... but when people feel the need to talk to each other, and tell important things through a third person... then... people just go back to frengers, sad isn't?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well maybe, just maybe, nothing can be lost if at least one person belive in frienship, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The change starts with one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I receive trust, and I find out that I had a heart, that I care por people, that I have more faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First I feel more that I was, then... well, I find out the reality, a piece of crap worth more than I can ever wish for, but at the end, I just accept the fact... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is passion's lost?, all the trust is gone?, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never lied, I never left, but I never lived and I was never loved and now I'm lost and hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112105649065877672?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112105649065877672/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112105649065877672' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112105649065877672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112105649065877672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-past-lets-cure-present.html' title='For the past, let&apos;s cure the present'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112096093198139907</id><published>2005-07-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:03:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baz00ka Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer viernes 8 de Julio me dirigi al Oxigeno House, que se encuentra ubicado arriba del museo de cera sobre la calle Francisco I. Madero, entre la calle 1era y la calle 2da, y hay que aclarar que uno se pasa el lugar minimo 1 vez antes de saber donde es :P, pero la cosa es que después de 20 minutos de buscar estacionamiento, que no sirvio de mucho debo decir, por que lo termine moviendo a un estacionamiento publico que cobra 5dlls por 24hr (Una ganga realmente), y se encuentra entre 1era y Madero, por si alguna vez ocupan :)...&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, el caso es que, el compañero y amigo Baz00ka nos invito a la presentación de la linea de Camisetas &amp;amp; Accesorios Baz00ka (&lt;a href="http://www.baz00ka.com"&gt;www.baz00ka.com&lt;/a&gt;, para más información), que incluyo música en vivo y pasarela.&lt;br /&gt;En la música en vivo se presentaron: Dr. Jeckill, Ika, Nuestra Sangre, Strap, Koñorteño, Los Kung Fu Monkeys, Faca y el DJ de una páginita de radio por internet la cual esta betada por mi mente...&lt;br /&gt;La pasarela fue constante durante las presentaciones musicales, y todo el evento hubo visuales de logos Bazooka, excepto durante la presentación de Los Kung Fu Monkeys, que pusieron una pelicula china que la verdad me dio bastante risa de lo exageradamente estupida que se veia (y ni siquiera sabia que estaban diciendo, por la música y por que no habia subtitulos, jaja), pero bueno, Los KFM estuvieron bastante bien, en cada presentación las bandas y gente arriba del escenario hizo su esfuerzo por crear ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Hablando de ambiente... hubo buena cantidad de gente, se puede decir que la primera mitad del Oxigeno House se lleno, y hubo mosh y toda la cosa (yo nunca fui de mosh, pero por alguna razón prefiero eso a los bailes harcorescos, dunno).&lt;br /&gt;Baz00ka se lucio y se llevo todo su cuarto, jaja, para que la gente jugara en el Atari y el Nintendo, mientras se sentaban en la cama de Baz00ka, oh, a ver cuando vamos a tu casa Baz00ka!, jaja...&lt;br /&gt;También hubo la modelo oficial, una modelo que camino por el show vestida de muerta, muy al estilo Baz00ka, eso si, con su corazón en sangrentado en la mano.&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa incluida fue la tienda de accesorios de las bandas que tocaron y la tienda Baz00ka, que a lo que vi, tuvo buenas ventas, puesto que parecia que una buena parte de los asistentes tenian y/o compraron su camiseta Baz00ka.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, un éxito para el joven Carlos Preciado, mejor y mundialmente conocido como Baz00ka, y desde aqui le deseo más éxito!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112096093198139907?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112096093198139907/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112096093198139907' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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Julio se celebro en diversas ciudades alrededor del globo los conciertos del Live 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero, el proposito: El proposito principal de esta serie de conciertos es meter presión a la cumbre de G8, (Que comenzo esta semana), esta cumbre, conjuntada por los 7 paises más ricos del mundo (Alemania, Canadá, Estados Unidos, Francia, Italia, Japón, Reino Unido) y Rusia y buscan acabar con la pobreza en el continente africano, así Live 8 contribuye a que el resultado de esta cumbre sea, como dijo Bono: "Justica, no caridad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, las ciudades: Los conciertos del Live 8 tomaron lugar en Londres, Cornwall, Versalles, Ontario, Berlin, Roma, Moscu, Tokio, Johannesburg, y Filadelfia, y el 6 de Julio en Edinburgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tercero, los involucrados: he aqui los nombres que sobresalen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audioslave&lt;/strong&gt;, U2, Velvet Revolver, The Who, Coldplay, The Cure, Muse, Placebo, Green Day, Keane, REM, Snoop Dogg, Snow Patrol, Stereophonics, Joss Stone, Travis, Dave Matthews Band, Alicia Keys, Black Eyed Peas, Run DMC, Bjork, y la reunión después de 24 años sin tocar juntos: &lt;strong&gt;Pink Floyd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audioslave&lt;/strong&gt; tocó en Brandenburg Gate, Berlin, con un set de 4 canciones, el cual me parece bastante curioso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't Remind Me&lt;/em&gt;.- Este es el próximo single de su nueva producción, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out Of Exile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like A Stone&lt;/em&gt;.- El hit de su primera producción &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audioslave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Hole Sun&lt;/em&gt;.- Una canción de &lt;strong&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/strong&gt;, la ex-banda del vocalista Chris Cornell, en el concierto toco unicamente Cornell con una guitarra acústica, una versión que ha estado tocando en su ultimo tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing In The Name&lt;/em&gt;.- Canción de &lt;strong&gt;Rage Against The Machine&lt;/strong&gt;, de donde salen los otros 3 integrantes de Audioslave (Tim Commerford, Brad Wilk y el mago de la guitarra: Tom Morello).&lt;br /&gt;Así los asistentes se llevaron un pedazo de 3 bandas en un solo set, como comentario, Cornell no andaba muy bien de su voz, y Morello hizo un discurso bastante inspirador sobre el activismo local para el cambio mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/strong&gt; tocó en el Hyde Park de Londres, también con un set de 4 canciónes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfortably Numb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notas: Nunca ensayaron las canciones, se esperanzaron a que lo recordarian, MTV estuvo constantemente cortando la presentación, los conductores hablaron por la mayor parte del set y cortaron a comerciales a mitad de Comfortably Numb, lo cual creo una serie de reacciones por parte de la audiencia, y MTV después de tantas criticas, decidio re-transmitir el Live 8, debido a las inconformidades del público, ja!, a ver si así aprenden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Otra cosa, con motivo del Live 8, las ventas del álbum 'Echoes - Best Of' de Pink Floyd, subieron un 1,343% ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112085649114460870?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112085649114460870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112085649114460870' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112085649114460870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112085649114460870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/live-8.html' title='Live 8'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112067750143251560</id><published>2005-07-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:57:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what if we forget?,&lt;br /&gt;what if we ignore history?, and our past?,&lt;br /&gt;what if everyone of us forget about the past?&lt;br /&gt;what if we ignore the present?&lt;br /&gt;and we should start thinking about the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should start learning from the past, our own mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;and from that, I can tell all of you, that the time to try even harder, is here...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can say I try, and I did, over and over again since the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;and it's not working, it never did, and things, well, sure have change, but inside...&lt;br /&gt;It's the same pain and love and confusion and fear and insecurity,&lt;br /&gt;and I still have to face some demons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this happens, but, in case that any of you, in case you dear reader think, that you know me... well, let me tell you, to all of you, you don't know me, nobody really does, sure, you can know some aspects of me very well, and sure other knows a face of me that most don't, but, I just can't think of anybody, who can say without problem, that he or she 'knows me'...&lt;br /&gt;The song can't lie, I am cold, I am ugly, I always get confused when it comes to feelings and love to be precise...&lt;br /&gt;And yes, every smile that comes from me, potentially hides a bold-faced lie...&lt;br /&gt;My heart wasn't really open to anyone, until someone actually win it, and I didn't and I don't know what to do, I never really knew... this was the first time of something I started to think it will never happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what good does the past did here?...&lt;br /&gt;I maybe need to get away from the past and from the present in order to survive the future...&lt;br /&gt;That's an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that nobody get to know my cold side, my cruel side, my "evil" side...&lt;br /&gt;Non of you can even imagine the potential in me, and there is people who will never know it, from my own decision...&lt;br /&gt;But if any of you dear reader, get to know that side, don't take it personal, please, it's just my answer, my last reaction, that will mean that my heart is no longer in funtion, and my soul vanished away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't happining soon, now, I'm good, I cannot be disturbed, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I just need to forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112067750143251560?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112067750143251560/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112067750143251560' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112067750143251560'/><link 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you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You think that you can come here and claim this your own?, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My feelings, my power, my blood thirsting mouth?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why you want so badly to hurt me?, when you know I have a need to love you?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you make me so fucking happy and when you leave... I don't even wanna remember that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT HURTS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and I don't want to ever feel pain again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;coming from you, or anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is WRONG,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have a need to be here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you don't have a need to read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but maybe when you do, you will realize I DID loved you, and I DID wanted you to marry me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe to have little kids that could eat worms and kill barbies with a hammer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I wanted is that you started to look inside of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but now is to late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now I am empty and I'm so full of anger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo era diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112060653762831376?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112060653762831376/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112060653762831376' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112060653762831376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112060653762831376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/feel-ever-again.html' title='Feel Ever Again'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112024187531707915</id><published>2005-07-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:15:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Álbum: The Downward Spiral&lt;br /&gt;by: Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;to see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt;the needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;but I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit&lt;br /&gt;upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stain of time&lt;br /&gt;the feeling disappears&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;if I could start again&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-112023949759408867</id><published>2005-07-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:38:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On trial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, the trial days are here, well, actually, they were here since some time now, just that now we expect to see some results, some actions from all the parts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some crazy ideas have come to my mind, and I been considering all, it's time that my mind take control... it's in times like these that I have to be smart, isn't enough with the fact that I know what's going on, and what I have to do, now it's time to take some actions, but I have to be careful, I need to make sure that the only one who it's going to get hurt, it's me... which is hard, but it has to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The near and mid-term future is in my hands, any wrong decisions will result in chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-112023949759408867?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112023949759408867/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=112023949759408867' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112023949759408867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/112023949759408867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-trial.html' title='On trial...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111956941487582645</id><published>2005-06-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:01:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Real, remember the past, and think about the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's something I wanna say, a nice and friendly message to all...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, I don't like YOUR problems or anyone else's problems, and, I DON'T like MY problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that endless is the price I have to pay for this, for what I have...&lt;br /&gt;Really?, do I believe that?, I think that in a long term, I might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I don't have a point here, what is this?, what do I write?, do I have to write anything?...&lt;br /&gt;I been feeling... good, ok, there stuff in my mind, as in your mind, dear reader, as well,&lt;br /&gt;I don't and I won't have the vacations from all of you, nope, there isn't the exile that I promised to my mind, I been pull back from the road to that place, and... it's weird, 'cuz it feels good, it feels so good, and this feeling... wow, just wow, I never even considered to actually have it, yes, newsflash for me...&lt;br /&gt;And at the end, in the bottom, I just want something I can never have, and that's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you thought that you knew?, ha, you don't have any idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111956941487582645?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111956941487582645/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111956941487582645' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111956941487582645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111956941487582645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/06/be-real-remember-past-and-think-about.html' title='Be Real, remember the past, and think about the future'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111896772260532727</id><published>2005-06-16T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:22:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D day is over...</title><content type='html'>And I'm not in the dark side of the force yet... just not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in my mind... and the heart is ok for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111896772260532727?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111896772260532727/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111896772260532727' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111896772260532727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111896772260532727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-day-is-over.html' title='D day is over...'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111885560780933870</id><published>2005-06-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:13:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think for yourself. Question authority.</title><content type='html'>By: Timothy Leary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question authority&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111885560780933870?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111885560780933870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111885560780933870' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111885560780933870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111885560780933870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/06/think-for-yourself-question-authority.html' title='Think for yourself. Question authority.'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111800418076344914</id><published>2005-06-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T07:31:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's almost over...&lt;br /&gt;I feel it so close...&lt;br /&gt;Something in me tell me, it's time,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to reject the world again,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be careless to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to enjoy my sadness, the fact that&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to see anybody for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Well just a few days left, a few events left...&lt;br /&gt;And I can hurt myself, without any eyes who can realize of it,&lt;br /&gt;I can break myself into pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me more strong, more cold,&lt;br /&gt;And I can let escape my anger to myself...&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks like this, and I can say:&lt;br /&gt;"Good bye heart, see you later, when I have to come back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see that guy again,&lt;br /&gt;The careless one, I'm tire of being worry about people,&lt;br /&gt;And most of it, of feeling I'm doing it without being notice,&lt;br /&gt;I make no change for good, so... I'm tire of feeling six feet under over people,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will call the other guy, the lonely one, the one how doesn't care,&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to the imbecile who care too much, 'cuz he... he is dying inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111800418076344914?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111800418076344914/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111800418076344914' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111800418076344914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111800418076344914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/06/brain-damage.html' title='Brain Damage'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111747487369953674</id><published>2005-05-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:41:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero y quiero no querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quiero, y lo quiero mucho, pero también, y mayor cantidad muy seguramente, a la vez, quiero tanto, pero tanto, el no querer, no quiero querer y quiero dejar a las cosas al tiempo, al olvido, a pesar de que se que eso no me servira de nada al corto y mediano plazo, pero no importa, no caere, no quiero caer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disculpen si de pronto no paresco estar bien parado, pero creanme, creeme, estoy en la tierra, luchando por no elevarme absolutamente, nada aqui estoy, como he estado desde hace tiempo, luchando, luchando con mi mente, luchando con mi subconciente, luchando con mis sentimientos, luchando con mis pensamientos, luchando con mis impulsos, luchando con mis acciones, luchando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Por qué siento que he estado perdiendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Just ask me, I will tell YOU anything and everything, I'm on my knees before you***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111747487369953674?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111721223792934774</id><published>2005-05-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:46:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World So Cold</title><content type='html'>album: The End Of All Things To Come&lt;br /&gt;by: Mudvayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When passion's lost, And all the trust is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Way too far, for way too long&lt;br /&gt;Children crying, cast out and neglected,&lt;br /&gt;Only in a world so cold, only in a world this cold&lt;br /&gt;Hold the hand of your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Look into their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Then watch them drift away&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, we've done the wrong things,&lt;br /&gt;For way too long, for way too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever inside the storm,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm turning away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the name&lt;br /&gt;(Calling your names)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the stones&lt;br /&gt;(Throw sticks and stones)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm through mending out the wounds of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your thorns&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm running away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the games&lt;br /&gt;(Fucking head games)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the space&lt;br /&gt;(Hate this head space)&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances of a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning whispers, remind me of the days,&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone, in a world this cold&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of the same things, provoked by the cause,&lt;br /&gt;I've left alone, in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever inside the storm,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm turning away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the name&lt;br /&gt;(Calling your names)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the stones&lt;br /&gt;(Throw sticks and stones)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm through mending out the wounds of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your thorns&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm running away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the games&lt;br /&gt;(Fucking head games)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the space&lt;br /&gt;(Hate this head space)&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances of a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying, I'm flying away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the names&lt;br /&gt;(Calling your names)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the games&lt;br /&gt;(Fucking head games)&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances of a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone feel like my enemy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want any part of depression or&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, I've had enough,&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backing out, I'm no pawn,&lt;br /&gt;No mother-fucking slave to this,&lt;br /&gt;Never lied&lt;br /&gt;Never left&lt;br /&gt;Never lived&lt;br /&gt;Never loved&lt;br /&gt;Never lost&lt;br /&gt;Never hurt&lt;br /&gt;Never worry about being me, or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about&lt;br /&gt;Anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing out, giving up, no mother-fucking&lt;br /&gt;Slave to this,&lt;br /&gt;Never lied&lt;br /&gt;Never left&lt;br /&gt;Never lived&lt;br /&gt;Never loved&lt;br /&gt;Never lost&lt;br /&gt;Never hurt&lt;br /&gt;Never worry about being me, or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about&lt;br /&gt;Anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a darkened corner,&lt;br /&gt;A lightless corner,&lt;br /&gt;Where it's safer and calmer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning away&lt;br /&gt;Away from the name&lt;br /&gt;(Calling your names)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the stones&lt;br /&gt;(Throw sticks and stones)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm through mending out the wounds of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the games&lt;br /&gt;(Fucking head games)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the space&lt;br /&gt;(Hate this head space)&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances of a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying, I'm flying away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the names&lt;br /&gt;(Calling your names)&lt;br /&gt;Away from the games&lt;br /&gt;(Fucking head games)&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances of a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***No comments***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111721223792934774?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111721223792934774/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111721223792934774' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111721223792934774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111721223792934774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-so-cold.html' title='World So Cold'/><author><name>AllPowerToThePeople</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360540389579919827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/APTTP/Yo/PointofviewEmmanuelMix.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458785.post-111705046048973635</id><published>2005-05-25T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:48:29.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I scream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Recuerdan el sentimiento de extrañar a alguien?&lt;br /&gt;¿Recuerdan el sentimiento de querer ver a alguien con tantas ganas?&lt;br /&gt;¿Recuerdan como se sintieron al momento de saber de ese alguien?&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos que se viven hoy en día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué pasaria si se dicen algo ahora?, justo ahora... ¿que pasaria?&lt;br /&gt;Las ganas de gritar no se quitan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platicas, pensamientos, escritos, demaciadas cosas relacionadas y que otras personas seguiran el circulo vicioso, bonito el sentimiento, pero terrorifico a veces, de miedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Recuerdan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458785-111705046048973635?l=allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allpowertothepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/111705046048973635/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458785&amp;postID=111705046048973635' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458785/posts/default/111705046048973635'/><link 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