<?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-3685718707628630487</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:37:53.733-08:00</updated><category term='los suenhos que Dios ha puesto en mi vida'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Verdadero Amor'/><category term='calling back home'/><title type='text'>All about me, and my mind.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-7402373970154766830</id><published>2011-03-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:03:28.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Year in Reality</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! Time flies so fast, I can't believe that just yesterday I was crying out because was leaving my beautiful Formosa, and now back on track in Bolivia, living everyday like it can be my last one,  the past months had been ups and downs, met tons of different kind of people, and now just realizing ... or better say sorting out who are the ones for me and the wrong ones for me.&lt;br /&gt;Doing a lil resume .. I've lost almost 5Kg,  I gain lot of confidence, I got close to my best friend, I got experience at work, I became workaholic, something that it really surprised me,  and from time to time i get out of the city to enjoy a lil trip around Bolivia, &lt;br /&gt;I still miss my dear ones over Formosa, still keep them in my heart , and sometimes i just can't get out of my  TAIWAN world, i guess is because i did have a life with them, and sometimes is kind of figure it out that kind of life in my real world. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will get back there at least just to see them once ....&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile .... LIFE .. I'm here ... with all your loops and oops .. I can make it trough .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one year old ... but I feel younger than ever ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-7402373970154766830?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/7402373970154766830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=7402373970154766830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7402373970154766830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7402373970154766830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2011/03/half-year-in-reality.html' title='Half Year in Reality'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5088242290518927038</id><published>2011-03-11T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:26:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on my FEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PstrAfoMKlc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;After all you put me through, &lt;br /&gt;you'd think I'd despise you.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I wanna thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you made me that much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;Thinking, that you were true &lt;br /&gt;I guess I, I couldn't trust &lt;br /&gt;Called your bluff &lt;br /&gt;Time is up &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had enough &lt;br /&gt;You were, there by my side &lt;br /&gt;Always, down for the ride &lt;br /&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames &lt;br /&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating &lt;br /&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you &lt;br /&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know .. just how capable&lt;br /&gt;I am to pull through &lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser &lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, saw it coming &lt;br /&gt;All of .. your backstabbing &lt;br /&gt;Just so .. you could cash in &lt;br /&gt;On a good thing &lt;br /&gt;before I realized your game &lt;br /&gt;I heard, &lt;br /&gt;you're going around &lt;br /&gt;Playing, &lt;br /&gt;the victim now &lt;br /&gt;But don't .. even begin &lt;br /&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the fights and the lies &lt;br /&gt;Yes you're wanting to harm me &lt;br /&gt;but that won't work anymore &lt;br /&gt;No more, uh uh, it's over &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how .. to be this way now, &lt;br /&gt;I'll never back down &lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser &lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this man I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Turn out to be unjust, &lt;br /&gt;So cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Could only see the good in you&lt;br /&gt;Pretended .. not to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hide your lies, &lt;br /&gt;Disguise yourself&lt;br /&gt;Through .. living in denial&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you'll see&lt;br /&gt;YOU-WONT-STOP-ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fighter&lt;br /&gt;I'm a&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought i would forget&lt;br /&gt;Lord I, I remember&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohh, Oh ohh &lt;br /&gt;Cause i remember&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SONG TO BE REMEMBERED&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE THAT MADE ME REALIZE THAT&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANNOT BREAK ME DOWN AGAIN ..&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE LONG AGO I DECIDED TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;IN THE END .. I'M HAPPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-5088242290518927038?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/5088242290518927038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=5088242290518927038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5088242290518927038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5088242290518927038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-my-feet.html' title='Back on my FEET'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PstrAfoMKlc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-4803361819932221115</id><published>2010-10-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:33:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concrete Jungle</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be 2 months with this coming week, and still feels like a dream sometimes and like a nightmare from time to time, this concrete jungle perhaps is making me the person that I don't really like, but in the other happy I'm happy to be back home where I suppose I belong.&lt;br /&gt;So far the trip back into the civilization has been tiring with tons of feelings but when finally I made it, seems just thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new life is kind of hard when you had a life,meeting up old good friends has been such a good support to handle things around, and I do value every and each one of them to give a lil bit of their busy schedule just to say at least hello.&lt;br /&gt;Family ... they are such a blessing without them I guess i can be lost in middle of nowhere ... thank to the Lord for that. &lt;br /&gt;Work, is another blessing, if couldnt be for God's mercy i guess I would end up in somewhere i wouldn't like but until now everything has been working out just in the way that should be.&lt;br /&gt;But true is this concrete jungle is driving me nuts!!!! I do love it, but my temper doesn't help at all, hopefully will be adjusting totally until end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now...&lt;br /&gt;hope can find mroe time to update more .. well ..&lt;br /&gt;At least need to find better things to do around here than  just be workholic &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-4803361819932221115?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/4803361819932221115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=4803361819932221115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4803361819932221115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4803361819932221115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/10/concrete-jungle.html' title='The Concrete Jungle'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-1977263644311518365</id><published>2010-08-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:39:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate when I'm falling for you</title><content type='html'>Leaving and you can't understand that the best of my life is here, with people that I love the most .... &lt;br /&gt;Almost said no to them but is better say no to you ...&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate the feeling of depending on someone like you,  hate to have feelings .... &lt;br /&gt;And finally free of you!!! Got my way again, you shouldn't try to govern my life that is the way you loose me ... And I don't care because will be starting a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By Delia from BlogPress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-1977263644311518365?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/1977263644311518365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=1977263644311518365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1977263644311518365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1977263644311518365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-when-i-falling-for-you.html' title='Hate when I&amp;#39;m falling for you'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-8705017507714455538</id><published>2010-07-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:18:29.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there (Enough Time)</title><content type='html'>Today is one of that days with 24 hrs ... and you wish it can have 100HRS!!! so I can be able to finish all and well ...there are just few days left, but time is flying ... is almost weekend ... not the last one yet but still ... have tons tons tons of things to do ... think and finish.&lt;br /&gt;August is just in the next corner and ... in that corner is my ticket to Home .. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be happy ... and hiding my sadness ...kind of difficult .. well today i'm gonna ride the bus again .. and go to no where ... so i can get lost again and enjoy my beautiful Taichung ... and no more traditional food .. my stomach is so sensible :P damn!!!! the excitement is too strong ...&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the last days of Taiwanland!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8705017507714455538?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8705017507714455538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=8705017507714455538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8705017507714455538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8705017507714455538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there-enough-time.html' title='Almost there (Enough Time)'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-8214428476033362576</id><published>2010-07-21T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:23:38.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and Here comes "LOVE" again ... &gt;&lt;!!!!</title><content type='html'>Aren't we tired to play the same game???&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we over the same "love" thing???&lt;br /&gt;thought it was over and finally found my path to REAL life .. but seems like this new path is playing up again with me and my feelings, so how i'm supposed to deal with it now???&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know in my knowledge of love  .. "I SUCK" .. yes I know, how handle relationships is not one of my strongest points, I can be good listener, I can be good care taker, I can have good and pure feelings .. but "LOVE" just to think about it again, makes me sick ... do not expect me to wait here for you to come to me .. because is like wasting my time, and after a long process of painful maturity , and I just got to put back together my broken heart ... so don't expect me to trow it all again and pass trough the same thing ...I know, sounds selfish but is clear, I'm not up to playing up again, I do friendship but "LOVE" if you want it .. you've gotta to do a lot more than just being nicer to me .... you've gotta "prove it" .. &lt;br /&gt;You've gotta understand .. when I fall in love, is just unexpected, is something that i can't control myself to, and then suddenly all comes to make sense, and then .. again .. i give all for the loved one .. and  i just wanna make it sure is real and not just dream, and the ... the end never finds its own way, is like the time just stops, and i can't stop smiling, so if you wanna make me pass trough same ... if you really wanna make me fall in love with you ... do more than .... cuz ... is hard .. this pathway is hard for me ... and not willing to get hurt again ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE" involves TWO .. but this time ..need to see your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8214428476033362576?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8214428476033362576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=8214428476033362576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8214428476033362576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8214428476033362576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-here-comes-love-again.html' title='and Here comes &quot;LOVE&quot; again ... &gt;&lt;!!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5785173732378733462</id><published>2010-07-20T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T04:38:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERWHELMED!!!</title><content type='html'>So many decisions to take, so many stuff to finish up, and there is no time, is like running against the time or just like trying to have 36hrs in one day , but can't afford to "freak out" or just "drive nuts" ..&lt;br /&gt;Feel helpless about this feeling, is like the end of a life ... and starting a new one , seems so soon for me, but it might be the time .. I started the countdown .. yeaahhh here we go .. I said it .."Starting the countdown" the clock is running and there are just few days left before I'm gonna get to Bolivian land, for one hand excitement, for the other one confused and feeling sadness ... can't believe this dream is gonna end, but here we go ... few days left ... and lot of different emotions. Let's deal with it and keep looking forwards ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-5785173732378733462?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/5785173732378733462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=5785173732378733462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5785173732378733462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5785173732378733462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/07/overwhelmed.html' title='OVERWHELMED!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-341289382404236031</id><published>2010-06-03T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:43:29.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is not the end of the world , Is the beginning of a NEW CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we don't know how to deal with "failure", sometimes we just blamed it on someone else, sometimes in our way to feel stronger than others we just act kind of jerk and show our uptown attitude to others, but I've been in same position so many times that I think I learned how to deal with my "Failure Crisis", I do say a couple of really mean and bad words and then I look at myself and try to find out my problem and why didn't success , once i find where was the problem so I come up with a couple of solutions and trace one more time the new goal, and the requirements and sacrifices that is gonna take to make it work, so I might have to stop GOOGLE ING!!!! even now and then, so might have to stop certain social network account, and for sure I will have block so many good webpages ... but the worst turning off my mobile and the most painful part .. stop hanging out with my friends .. but is for a good cause .. &lt;br /&gt;Let's do it ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-341289382404236031?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/341289382404236031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=341289382404236031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/341289382404236031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/341289382404236031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-not-end-of-world-is-beginning-of-new.html' title='Is not the end of the world , Is the beginning of a NEW CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-3216091411792099276</id><published>2010-06-02T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:08:13.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love .. under my point of view</title><content type='html'>I've been asked what is Love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Actually couldn't find a real answer but I did found some examples &lt;br /&gt;and later on I found what is Love for me&lt;br /&gt;Is being Free, is being honest with each other, is caring about each others feelings&lt;br /&gt;Is not about an endless pampering, is not about being in a honey moon forever&lt;br /&gt;IS being there no matter what, is understanding , is being supportive &lt;br /&gt;Love is not selfish, is giving, Love is not about how i feel is about how my partner feels, Love is not just my comfort is about my partner's comfort&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that loving a person is not about having it with me, is about setting free  that person.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that love is forever in certain point it might change but is still love&lt;br /&gt;I've learned is not about how much time i spend with my partner is about how "much" i can understand him&lt;br /&gt;Is not about being around him 24hrs a day is seeing him once in a while and make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;Is not about sticking to him forever, is giving him his own space to grow .. giving myself a break of him&lt;br /&gt;Is not about being right now with him, is about a long time committed relationship&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind of difficult to explain but when you feel it ... you know is for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3216091411792099276?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3216091411792099276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=3216091411792099276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3216091411792099276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3216091411792099276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-under-my-point-of-view.html' title='Love .. under my point of view'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-1348866446166565920</id><published>2010-05-26T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:24:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEADLINE coming to town!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Anxious, Nervous, Freaking out, plus MOODY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who can deal with me????&lt;br /&gt;I do find inspiration to write this, but can't focus in my Thesis writing!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Have many thoughts to write, have many stuff to focus on, hopefully sooner or later will find the inspiration that I need.&lt;br /&gt;Actually lately I've been praying so often, more than usual I must say, ok Let's admitted I'm not a good christian and I do pray not quite often but somehow lately since I've realized when I'm "on my knees" is like a miracle everything is possible, well let's say getting better, sometimes it takes me one nice song to find inspiration, sometimes it takes me a relaxing place, but now that don't have the time to find my way to be in mood of writing ... I think will just force myself to do it!!! ... and my pray is that, God no matter what just maintain me focus, countdown will start soon ... all pressure is already on me .. and can't speak out ... cuz this is it!!!! ..&lt;br /&gt;This is it!!! .. Deadline is this weekend ... and  after it ... looking forward to begin the countdown ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-1348866446166565920?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/1348866446166565920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=1348866446166565920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1348866446166565920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1348866446166565920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadline-coming-to-town.html' title='DEADLINE coming to town!!!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5658379603622147503</id><published>2010-05-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:17:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from Heaven ...</title><content type='html'>Many times in my life I feel depress or just can't hold my tears and just feel like driving nuts and screaming and yelling at the wall, so then I find myself all alone without friends to whom talk about my problems, even thought have a lot of them,  but I've never realized that I'm that important for them, after yesterday breakdown ...God send me someone really special, someone straight from heaven that came to earth to tell me You are PRECIOUS and whatever it happens to you is a big deal for everyone else, never felt so important and special in my life, I guess many people already told me that, but I've just realized yesterday, don't know if it's because that person knows me the way i can understand or he just for the first time in my life, he left everything else just to tell me "you are precious",  today I woke up so thankful for the life of this person.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, to send me one of your angels to remind me how important I am for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure gonna have more breakdowns in future (MOODY SEASON)  but  I know "I'm precious" and whatever it happens to me it matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-5658379603622147503?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/5658379603622147503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=5658379603622147503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5658379603622147503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5658379603622147503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/05/straight-from-heaven.html' title='Straight from Heaven ...'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5722545680530460586</id><published>2010-05-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:09:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you describe the feeling???</title><content type='html'>For many years I've been struggling with LOVE?/?&lt;br /&gt;what is it?? where is it??? and why cannot get it???&lt;br /&gt;But in all these past years I also been listening about Love, &lt;br /&gt;my girl friends , my guy friends ... and most of my relatives &lt;br /&gt;but why cannot deal with it?? &lt;br /&gt;well most of them used to tell me about the amazing thing to be in couple&lt;br /&gt;or about being in love and living with the excitement of having someone with whom share &lt;br /&gt;until certain point i got kind of depress because I thought was worthy I thought is something that will fill my inside .. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I manage to survive without that fairytale that most of people told me &lt;br /&gt;and slowly slowly realized that i've been wrong and mistaken trying to find something&lt;br /&gt;that is inside me, LOVE is here , I realized that I have to fall in love with myself  so i can feel it, and realized that the fairytale it might be true but is because you learn to live for yourself,  I learn that being confident about myself and doing what i like the most makes me happy, and that is when i realized ... Love for many people is sharing, I share everyday with people called friends, Love is someone that take cares of you, I learn how to take care of myself, Love is giving .. everyday I give something to my people, but overall whatever I do , it makes me happy ... &lt;br /&gt;I know sooner or later will find someone that will feel same way I do, maybe like my friend told me is the cycle of life you need someone in your life, yes maybe, i can't agree too much with that affirmation, but I can say, right now in this stage of my life when I feel happy whatever i do I can't find myself with someone else, but maybe in future will happen so ...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love ... begins on you ... and  the rest will come later .. &lt;br /&gt;that is the feeling ... &lt;br /&gt;that's how it works at least for me ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-5722545680530460586?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/5722545680530460586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=5722545680530460586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5722545680530460586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5722545680530460586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-describe-feeling.html' title='How do you describe the feeling???'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-2872677624282194717</id><published>2010-04-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:01:03.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WireLESS ERA!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not an EXPERT on computers, but I'm ADDICTED to High Tech stuff, so normally before buying or considering to buy some mobile, computer or just some portable device or as we say an electronic GADGET , I do my research.&lt;br /&gt;My First computer was an ASUS portable laptop, well at that time I wasn't too much into GADGETS but I think at that time i didn't appreciate the importance to use Wireless, I mean no wires at all, like I used to load in my backpack the charger, the mouse and maybe the headphones or sometimes  the USB extensor well I end up having a laptop becoming a desktop PC,  so since then I begin to realize most of the Computer or High Tech companies were developing computers, gadgets more easy to use and WIRE LESS!!! so now welcome to the WIRELESS ERA, after my favorite ASUS I bought a nice MacBook, it was lighter than my ASUS, 13 inch, fits much better in my backpack, and the charger is so light, and it has in built MIC, and Camera,  but i still had problems with the long cable for the internet connection,  and  well one day in a trip i realized it was kind of heavy to bring my Mac because it was just a 2 day trip but I really needed my laptop because had some stuff to finish writing , then I realized the GADGET era arrived to my world, I went to Look around found out the new gadget was iPod Touch, I bought it, a simple 8GB ... It has all what i need, living a High Tech country I can access without any problem to internet WI-FI everywhere ... and plus no need to carry 2 extra KG in my back, no cables, and well i don't really use the webcam, yeah could be better if i bought a iPhone so wouldn't need a mobile, but didn't have access yet to one, so I just decide to buy and adaptor for the mic in my iPod, now when i travel i just use my ipod, i have connection wherever i go, but just a small problem the keyboard is so slow to type dammit!!! later on we got the NET-BOOK era, 1KG has all what a normal laptop has PLUS the battery you can use it for more than the 2 normal hours,.. 6 hours well depending how you are gonna spend them, so now  bringing  a net-book is much easier is the same size as FOLDER A4 and well you can carry in your purse  or just hold it, well the charger is still a dilemma does any of the companies thought about doing something more simple like MAC chargers???  well and whoever that came up with the idea of the iPod Touch then became an iPhone and now the famous iPad, well for my own experience I would say please don't run to the electronic shop and get crazy about it, at least wait one or two years so Apple can make it better and you can get more accessories for free, does anyone realized that Apple normally sells their accessories an expensive price?? anyway iPad seems to be just way to better for this WIRELESS Era but im still waiting for Sony that already release  the Pocket PC that I will say don't know if its convenient but i think is just waste of money i rather buy a PSP or iPod touch or maybe wait for Eepc for some  touch model,  or wait for Compaq or Hp that well they still in the era of Net-book ... &lt;br /&gt;AFter almost 15 year of my entrance in the computer world .. technology evolutions everyday so don't hurry up in buying gadgets  wait until  a better one will come, until then my beautiful Mac , my easy going iPod Touch, my minni lappy (NET-BOOK) acer and my always loyal HTC touch, all of them work just way too good for me,  I know it sounds like a lot of gadgets, but well the 4 of them complement each other and my Mac haven't been out of house in a long time but will do when the big presentation will come, my net-book has been traveling a lot, because is made for that , my iPod always with me because that is the use and of course my HTC touch giving me company wherever i go :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-2872677624282194717?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/2872677624282194717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=2872677624282194717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2872677624282194717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2872677624282194717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/04/wireless-era.html' title='WireLESS ERA!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5535335229893993293</id><published>2010-04-11T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:30:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwanlandia: Una aventura sobre ruedas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8L1-RsHKKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/g5vVutIpHUw/s1600/DSC08257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8L1-RsHKKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/g5vVutIpHUw/s400/DSC08257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459196148575578274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es casi una semana desde que termine mi recorrido por tierras Taiwanesas, me tomo algo de tiempo el ordenar mis ideas y escribir acerca de la hermosa experiencia de conocer esta tierra que considero mi segundo hogar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir el viento, con la velocidad que caracteriza estar sobre una motocicleta, sentir tu sangre correr por tus venas y sentir la emocion de conocer mas acerca de la hermosa creacion que Dios nos ha dado.&lt;br /&gt;REcordar el sonido de las aguas como van y vienen las olas al recorrer las orillas de este Pais, pequenho pero simplemente practico para este tipo de aventuras, respirar el aire fresco y mistico que ofrecen los arboles arriba en la montañas, ver como dejamos atras el atardecer y ver como la oscuridad nos impulsa a seguir adelante, pues no queremos quedarnos en medio de la carretera sin rastro alguno de nuestro destino.&lt;br /&gt;Salir a una aventura junto con el sol dirigirnos a carreteras que las conocemos por el Google maps (gracias tecnologia que hariamos sin ella) en la era de los GPS donde no necesitamos mas que un Ipod o un Telefono mobil para adaptar la imagen que se tiene del Google!!! (si señores es asi como se viaja hoy en dia) tener un diccionario electronico en caso se necesite comunica en Chino (Wo de Chong wen bu hao a) Mi lengua China no es tan buena. Pero que mas da simplemente disfruta y sacar el mejor provecho de mi aventura sobre ruedas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LxRwFY5uI/AAAAAAAAAns/_wuXw1xOLaU/s1600/DSC08842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LxRwFY5uI/AAAAAAAAAns/_wuXw1xOLaU/s400/DSC08842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459190985594037986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destino Costa Oeste, Primera vez tomando la carretera provincial 61 que bordea toda la costa oeste, 4 locos sobre carretera un scooter y una motocicleta, primera parada el famoso templo Matzu, la arquitectura no es tan diferente de los otros templos taoisticos que ya conozco o que veo a diario, pero lo que caracteriza a este templo es que toda la lujuria y derroche de dinero se ha ido en la decoracion interior, los detalles color oro actualmente es ORO no es como en otros templos simple pintura, cada detalle de los vestidos de los idolos estan hecho con oro, y Matzu es una estatua hecha de oro puro, nadie puede juzgar o criticar sobre las creencias de otros  y personalmente respeto mucho la creencia de otros. &lt;br /&gt;Pasemos a otra pagina  continuamos sobre carretera 61, nos encotramos en la provincia Miaoli, ya llevamos como 3 horas y mas sobre carretera un maravilloso panorama costa oeste!!!!!!!!! simplemente de cara a China continental y continuamos con nuestro maravilloso viaje, observando las confusas autopistas tratando de acelerar un poco ya que nuestro destino es Almorzar en Taipei, estamos a media hora de llegar a Hsinchu, y bueno no todo tiene que salir bien, tenemos una baja nuestro querido SCOOTER!!! compañero de  nuestra primera aventura sobre ruedas (cuando fui a Hsinchu) el scooter que me dio tantas aventadas a diferentes lugares simplemente se detuvo y no dio mas, ni modo, 2 de nuestros pasajeros tendran que continuar la jornada por tren, algo que me gusta de Taiwan es que el gobierno da las mejores oportunidades de acceso para el turismo entonces viajar por tren es una manera conveniente de ahorrar algunos NT$  y continuar con la aventura sobre ruedas. Son casi las 11 de la mañana y todavia nos queda como mas de 6 horas para llegar a nuestro destino, mientras continuamos con nuestro recorrido  veo cerca de la costa las helices de viento , generadoras de energia, lo que me muestra que realmente el gobierno ha estado invertiendo y creeando lo que hoy llamamos el "green energy" siempre tratando de cuidar nuestro medio ambiente, bueno de regreso a nuestro viaje, ya van como 2 horas y ya quiero llegar a Taipei es como 30 minutos mas y muero de hambre, dolor en mi espalda y si mi sentadara ya no aguanta, por fin en BALI la costa que esta justo al frente del muy conocido DanShuei, algo vacio uno que otro restaurant no hay mucha gente, talvez sea porque todavia es miercoles y no es feriado, pero bueno un bonito restaurant,  nuestra comida un delicioso ChauMien, o fideos fritos con verdura, Carne estilo chorrellana y un buen jugo de naranja, descansamos como media hora pero debemos continuar estamos lejos de nuestra primera estadia y la verdad andamos como 2 horas atrasados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8Lxz2pl04I/AAAAAAAAAn0/5TDE5fc6urA/s1600/DSC08906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8Lxz2pl04I/AAAAAAAAAn0/5TDE5fc6urA/s400/DSC08906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459191571472044930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa del Norte, quien diria se siente tan diferente, puedo ver la diferencia entre la costa oeste y norte, la mayoria de las ciudades e industrias se encuentra en la parte oeste, entonces se imaginaran que normalmente se ve una gruesa capa de gas o aire contaminado que hace que el cielo se vea gris cada dia, pero en el norte como que el cielo tiene sus partes grises y azules podria ser porque el centro de meteorologia informo que lloveria en los dias de primavera pero bueno el sol esta radiante las playas son rocosas tienen muchos puntos turisticos hechos a mano , lugares donde uno para y puede descansar por un momento en el trayecto, que pena no podemos descansar ya que andamos re atrasados con nuestro horario, asi que a tomar fotos a la rapida  y sobre ruedas, no estamos tan lejos del famoso YehLiu que tanto queria conocer pero que pena llegamos como que media hora tarde no hay ninguna admision, mientras de regreso a los viajeros por tren que mala suerte se quedaron en Keelung sin alternativa de llegar a YehLiu, bueno no tenemos de otra que seguir nuestro recorrido hacia Toucheng - YiLan, pasando por Keelung todo parece sucio y viejo, pequeña ciudad con edificios grandes,  mucha gente  y todo tan lleno, debe ser que mucha gente imigro hacia Keelung para obtener uno de los trabajos en el puerto,  pasando por el puerto  veo estos enormes barcos de carga, cuando digo enormes me refiero a ENORMES!!!!, la verdad  ahi es cuando aprendi que Keelung es como uno de los mas grandes puertos de importacion y exportacion y eso tambien explica porque una pequeña ciudad es tan pero tan superpoblada, bueno sigamos con nuestra trayectoria andamos por la costa nor - este , esto anda mas que interesante  ver el atardecer, es como si dejaramos el sol en nuestras espaldas, bellos paisaje y panorama pero no puedo esperar hasta llegar a YiLan, yo se que ya falta poco pero es que hacia un largo dia que realmente necesito comer algo e ir a tomar una buena ducha  y dormir, pero no puedo dejar de apreciar el panorama, mientras mis amigos andan disfrutando de la parte hermosa de Keelung, nosotros arrivando a Toucheng y dando instrucciones  a que estacion de tren deben de llegar, una rica cena y ahora a buscar nuestro "Backpacker" Hostel , he visto diferentes tipos de hosteles pero mi calificacion seria 7, buena atencion, todas las facilidades, el baño nada mal, pero mi cama odio los colchonetes pero solo es 250NT$ asi que no me quejo por ese precio el lugar estuvo muy bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8L0KaxKY-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/WSZsPZJ_UsA/s1600/amit+taiwan+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8L0KaxKY-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/WSZsPZJ_UsA/s400/amit+taiwan+379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459194158147855330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saliendo un poco tarde de Toucheng dirigiendonos a Taroko!!!! si si si si, ok he pasado por peores rutas que YiLAn - Taroko, pero enserio que fue una de esas experiencias que dan miedo y que gracias a mi ventura solo la tengo que pasar una sola vez, hermoso panorama, cielo azulado, montañas verdes y hermosas, pero subidas y bajadas con muchos tuneles  y demasiadas curvas y medio que  estrechas carreteras , resultado quiero irme a casa!!!!, pero bueno cuando ya habiamos recorrido como mas de 3 horas y pensando que todavia estamos lejos de nuestro punto de llegada, nos detuvimos y solo atine a decir estamos en el medio de la nada y no se a que hora llegaremos pero sigamos respiramos un poco porque el camion que andaba en frente nuestro transportaba gasolina y el olor simplmente nos mareo, bueno no paso ni 10 minutos que dejamos el lugar y si llegamos a  nuestro destino, como dirian estaba a la vuelta de la esquina, y  ahora necesitamos comer y tomar algo antes de subir a Taroko, Maiden Maiden!!! transmitiendo desde ChongDe subiendo a Taroko , donde estan?? , ok ellos tambien ya rentaron una Scooter y vienen en camino, subimos a el Inmenso Taroko , y esperando por nuestros compañeros de viaje, mientras los que recien salieron hoy de Taichung mediante tren aun siguen viajando en tren, bueno Taroko que puedo decir la primera vez que vine hice todos los Hikings , caminillos, incluso me lanze a los pozos de agua, pero hoy , hoy quiero disfrutar del panorama el aire fresco, la llovizna sobre mi , si relajarme un poco, hermosa tarde en Taroko, buena compañia y que puedo decir descubri que la naturaleza es algo que me anima a seguir adelante y me da inspiracion . De regreso a nuestros 2 ultimos tripulantes llegarona nuestro hostel y andan de paseo alrededor de Hualien, lamentablemente esta oscureciendo y creo que no podremos disfrutar mucho de Hualien, bueno encontramos de casualidad el mismo lugar donde hacen presentaciones de danzas tradicionales de la tribu Hakka pero no nos quedamos mucho tiempo, hambre sobre cultura, si estomagos rechinantes no podemos esperar para poner algo en nuestro estomagos. 6 de nosotros, diferentes paises, diferentes culturas, diferentes religiones, disfrutando la noche alrededor de Hualien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LysSAkglI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VptP2wJ9TTA/s1600/DSC09165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LysSAkglI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VptP2wJ9TTA/s400/DSC09165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459192540888859218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de la mañana, andamos tarde para nuestro tercer dia, es un dia largo, y dramatico, no suficiente con el drama del scooter que paso a mejor vida, ahora tengo que lidiar con otro tipo de dramas que pues dirigen a esta aventura a un final temprano, hualien - GuaZhang (Taitung) fue un dia gris, si el clima andaba  frio y gris, pero bueno demasiado drama para mi, apunto de llorar pero aun sobre mis dos piecesillos dispuesto a disfrutar del biking en Guanzhang, encontrandonos con nuestros siempre fielies tripulantes en la estacion de tren, tomo la decision de dar por terminada mi aventura sobre ruedas, para continuar mi viaje mediante tren, debido a las dramaticas circunstancias si mis conpinches en esta aventura deben regresar a la ciudad al dia siguiente, fue una gran aventura compartir con ellos, y descubrir quienes realmente son , como dicne cuando convives con alguien llegar a conocer lo mejor y peor de ellos, pero los llegar a valorar mas que antes, GuanZhang realmente me recordo mis años de infancia alrededor de la casa de mis abuelos alla en Huatajata, pero que hermosos recuerdos cantando  a voz en cuello Julieta Venegas Algo esta cambiando, ahora  vamonos al parque nacional JinBen, andamos recontra tarde, por los dramas y porque mis amigos perdieorn el tren, llevabamos como 2 horas de retraso pero bueno vamos a ver que mas podemos hacer, esta como oscureciendo, el dueño del hostel nos recoge de la estacion de tren y nos dirigimos a nuestro hermosa cabaña en las montañas  simplemente como en casa, como si estuviera de regreso en huatajata, ahora queremos hacer algo divertido y no dejare que el drama me atormente el resto de mi viaje vamos a disfrutar de las aguas termales, y que noche, comimos rico, disfrutamos y relajamos rico, de regreso a nuestra pequeña cabaña .... mañana cada quien de regreso a su propia realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LzMMD3FkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/qgy4kVhUwsg/s1600/amit+taiwan+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8LzMMD3FkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/qgy4kVhUwsg/s400/amit+taiwan+284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459193089047860802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JinBen , estacion de tren, Querida Amy esta es la ultima vez que digo Adios, disfruta tu regreso a Thailandia y cuidate . Jupiter ve a Taichung disfruta tu familia y descansa en tu feriado, Amit , que mala pata pero se que disfrutara con Yvonne en Taipei.&lt;br /&gt;Taitung  11 de la mañana  Jules se va de regreso a Taichung , y este viaje deja como resultado Dane y yo para comenzar otro tipo de aventura, no puedo creer nos dormimos en el bus perdimos nuestro FErri para ir a la Isla Verde, y terminamos visitando otros lugares de Taitung, y realmene me siento tan libre y simplmente descubrir la nueva persona que hay dentro de mi me da mas energia, ver atardecer en medio de la carretera sentadas esperando como una hora para que un bus nos recoja, quien diria,  llegamos a Taitung casi 9 de la noche muriendo de hambre KFC se ve como la unica opcion de comer algo  y disfrutar del sabor de comida rapida, de regreso a nuestro hostel que por cierto es otro de esos hosteles que simplemente me hacen sentir en casita, viendo Julia y Julie  y tomando una baño reparador.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo ni idea de que dia es, simplemente mando un mensaje a mi familia que no podre comunicarme ya que no se cuanto dure mi ultimo dia de aventura, me dirijo a Kaoshiung en tren, y tengo esta sensacion de comer algo que realmente me llene, y viene a mi mente EL restaurante de doña Teresa, nunca he estado ahi pero simplemente saber que hay un restaurante de comida Boliviana en KAoshiung me hace sentir que debo pasar por alla, despues de disfrutar un rico aji de panza y esas ricas tucumanas y pues compartir de una linda charla con doña Teresa, y mas que todo hablar en español despues de años simplemente disfrutar de ese momento, ahora Dane y yo nos dirigimos a tomar el Ferri para ir a Qijin una isla que simplemente para mi gusto no tuvo mucho de especial pero creo que el unico hecho de usar el ferri da un poco de aventura,  manejar un triciclo a motor no es lo mismo que manejar bicicleta , mi y mi mendiga frase si yo puedo, me llevo a manejar como que a 1 Km por hora ahora que la pienso fuer lo mas chistoso y estresante que habria hecho en mi vida,  tuvimos una gran tarde con Dane y ahora nos toca esperar por el tren de medianoche &lt;br /&gt;Llegando Taichung 3 de la mañana algo nunca visto en Bolivia, pero contenta y satisfecha de haber recorrido Taiwan sobre ruedas, muchas historias por contar, muchas anecdotas que celebrar, claro no pudo faltar el drama pero eso se queda en casa como dicen, la ropa sucia se lava en casa, &lt;br /&gt;Conclusion Estoy lista para dejar esta Tierra que considero mi segundo hogar, Estoy lista para regresar y empezar mi aventura&lt;br /&gt;De regreso al Hogar,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8L1bGyDPoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Z4Yu53FjQU8/s1600/DSC09886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I just could say I'm going to do the best to meet you somewhere around.&lt;br /&gt;You love for real when you love the imperfections of that person and is what you miss the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-2715254546256531113?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/2715254546256531113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=2715254546256531113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2715254546256531113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2715254546256531113'/><link rel='alternate' 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300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/S8S_03xO_mI/AAAAAAAAAok/3jau0uWvqoA/s400/DSC07863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459699563324440162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I celebrated my 27 Bday, maybe I'm getting old for so many people, but for me I'm getting just way too good, just like the wine, the old that it gets the better that it tastes , or at least is what i think about myself, every year brings new goals, new hopes and new dreams, but always analyzing what the previous year had left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I manage to survive and I realized at my age I'm already a grown up girl, that supposed to know what she wants for her life, besides there are many dreams and goals that still cannot accomplish but that doesn't stop me, I've learnt I'm a brave person that if I set it is as my goal I can fight for it until I get it,  I still have some problems with responsibility and  money administration, but everyday is a fight against it and  as a result of it, some of my friends told me some of  good qualities that haven't seem in myself but I'm happy to know about them, Independent , with discipline, and constant in what i do , and today I realized I can set my goals and values of life further than my expectations, &lt;br /&gt;I'm independent and want my  life to keep going like that  , and be responsible and just do what i do the best ... &lt;br /&gt;Happy Bday to me ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing small steps but being brave and independent are helping me a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;But still have my child heart inside so don't be surprise if one day i'm just being my inside self :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3044852647511891387?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3044852647511891387/comments/default' 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afectado por Tifones, son como inmensos Huracanes con llovisnas de nunca terminar y son dias en los que ni podes salir de tu casa y para colmo tu casa se inunda, el Sur Este de Taiwan, Taitung, fue afectada con grandes perdidas, no solo materiales si no tambien vidas, alrededor de 700 personas murieron sepultadas por el lodo causado por una masamorra.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Menoes 4 meses atras me encontraba en el apartamento de mis amigos mas cercanos, el 17mo piso , a las 3AM cuando todos estabamos plenamento dormidos despertamos y salimos corriendo al sentir que el edificio se movia como un pendulo, y simplemente no paraba, esperabamos lo peor, pero como dicen gracias a Dios hubo un momento en que el todo se paro y fue un susto mas en nuestra vida.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm 3 meses atras pase por un accidente donde una motocicleta me empujo cuando pasaba por la calle manejando mi bicicleta, 3 dias despues mi amiga sufrio un accidente cuando un carro choco en contra la motocicleta donde ella se encontraba junto con su enamorado, producto de ello mi amiga tuvo una operacion de fractura en el tobillo y la munheca, claro que fue operada, ahora anda en rehabilitacion.&lt;br /&gt;En estos pasados meses tambien se escucho los tifones que atacaron el norte de Filipinas, tambien el Tsunami en Indonesia, y recientemente el Terremoto en Haiti, y el derrumbe de casas en donde actualmente es la residencia de mi familia Bella Vista, La Paz Bolivia.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me pregunto en todos estos casos o situaciones, siempre se me cruzo por la mente y yo que puedo hacer por ellos, simplemente orar???, si podria ser un comienzo ORAR para que Dios recomforte a estas familias, pero lentamente y con el paso del tiempo se me cruzo a la mente creo que puedo hacer mas que eso, mi carrera tiene de alguna manera relacion con el area medica, pero no se como podria ir ahi y hacerlo sola, y talvez no estoy preparada psicologicamente para ayudar a todas estas personas, y algo que aprendi en casa es siempre extender mi mano a quienes lo necesiten, y llegue a esta conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;Despues de haber visto estos desastres cerca mio, y haber pasado por alguno de ellos, creo que la mejor manera de ser util en la sociedad es si por cultura general dedico un poco de mi tiempo a prepararme en Primeros Auxilios, Buscar (gracias al internet) instituciones que se dedican a ayudar en ocasiones de desastre natural, un claro ejemplo La Cruz Roja, y podria enlistarme en caso de que algun dia se necesite de mi ayuda , y compartir con las personas mas cercanas a mi e incentivarlos a ser participes de ello, no solo tu barrio, no solo tu pais o ciudad o tu familia necesitan de ti, que tal si un dia te encuentras en un accidente, que harias??, si un dia estas en medio de un terremoto, que harias???, si hay un deslize, que harias???....&lt;br /&gt;Espero que contandote mis experiencias y yo se que tu tambien tienes algunsa experiencias reconsideres tu papel en medio de la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;Extendamos nuestras manos a los que lo necesitan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-2772500074651781077?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/2772500074651781077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=2772500074651781077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2772500074651781077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/2772500074651781077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2010/01/una-respuesta-en-tiempos-de-desastre.html' title='Una respuesta en Tiempos de desastre.'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-4868491587347300041</id><published>2010-01-06T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:40:09.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because ......... you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>I don't mind having bad days, but I've been having a lot of them, and well sometimes my patience is not enough to support all of them together... &lt;br /&gt;After at all .. today is just a normal day ... nooo waayyy is really special day ..&lt;br /&gt;is "MY FATHER'S BDAY" .. how fast pass the time .. &lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much ... so today is for him ..&lt;br /&gt;All himself .. maybe is not a saint ... but for me he is the best "pastor" ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He himself is a life testimony of real Christian, I'm sorry is not that i'm worship him .. just I realized that there is a few people that can inspire me inside church and one of them is my Dad, his thoughts and way of life is just way too different to the normal or usual ... and I might not be the perfect one ........ but I'm a product of his teaching and hard effort in life... but still he always finds the way to show me  the right pathway to follow ..&lt;br /&gt;My dad is the best. :) &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday DAD, and God bless you always :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-4868491587347300041?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yeah as it says the title of this post ... WAnna have a easy life ...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make the most of my life but and take all the way easy so I can enjoyed more, that includes my studies, me getting back home, and looking for a job. &lt;br /&gt;In Economy aspects ... I will find a job ASAP .. here in Taiwan or There in Bolivia .... which one is more convinient&lt;br /&gt;Home .... whatever it takes gotta be back by March .. at least to celebrate my BDAY&lt;br /&gt;Love, .. I will leave it in God's hands .. but I like someone but that person doesn't know yet .. and is not impossible just ...maybe is not meant to be ... :)&lt;br /&gt;Family .. I will fight for the peace at home ...&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Personal life .... Oops!!! I will make stronger the bonds with my friends here in TW and keep in touch with them .. and will try to re-bond with my friends back home ...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... Studies .... is now or never .... finish ASAP my master degree and look forward to 2011 to make the PhD better nearby my country :)So i can keep in touch with my family ..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah .. I will work for it .. and :D .. God I'm on your hands :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8207046781175214738?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8207046781175214738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=8207046781175214738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8207046781175214738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8207046781175214738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life-will-be-easy.html' title='My Life will be easy!!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-8095229856767703894</id><published>2009-12-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:43:24.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, Cloudy and Rainy.</title><content type='html'>Cold, Cloudy and Rainy.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of cold weather, just like back home.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning around 6 to 7 am I like to feel the foggy cold&lt;br /&gt;just like home.... even thought i don't like too much when is cold&lt;br /&gt;but is just that reminds me how it used to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;Around Christmas season normally is cold and rainy &lt;br /&gt;But here is Cold, Cloudy and Rainy,&lt;br /&gt;have to wear my stockings and boots :D ..and my tick jacket&lt;br /&gt;that my mother bought specially for winter :D&lt;br /&gt;Is Christmas Time all around the world, and normally i feel homesick in this season, &lt;br /&gt;and more when is Cold, Cloudy and Rainy ...&lt;br /&gt;Whether I can be able to go home the coming days or not &lt;br /&gt;I think my soul is already at home&lt;br /&gt;all around me feels just likes home&lt;br /&gt;Cold, Cloudy and Rainy &lt;br /&gt;is the weather of Christmas .. here in Taiwan or Back home in Bolivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8095229856767703894?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8095229856767703894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-577225736926166831</id><published>2009-12-15T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:13:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just tried to be your friend.</title><content type='html'>Looking back to the things that changed my life ...&lt;br /&gt;and looking to the sad person that I became ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you notice ... but I just tried to be your friend ..&lt;br /&gt;and just looked back and realize that I've been given you so much ..&lt;br /&gt;every tear that I had was not because I was wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;was because I just tried to be your friend ...&lt;br /&gt;Never nicer never kind never happy ...&lt;br /&gt;that's the person I became ...&lt;br /&gt;the one that will stand until you finish ... doing what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;giving my time to ... a whole bunch of nothing ..&lt;br /&gt;the one that will be there unconditional ...&lt;br /&gt;Looking back the things I've done ... just to show you ..&lt;br /&gt;that I just tried to be your friend ...&lt;br /&gt;and Is not that I regret all what I've done ..&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look back, I'll never give second chances, &lt;br /&gt;I'll never believe in words, I'll never gonna trust &lt;br /&gt;because I'm tired to try to be your friend ...&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to be .... your FRIEND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-577225736926166831?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/577225736926166831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-6706568759650216460</id><published>2009-12-14T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:28:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure or just Patient.</title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to be at home by this date, and I'm still here still running against the time and is just way so difficult to accept the adversity and accept the reality sometimes I just close my eyes and decide to keep dreaming, thinking that is better enjoy the time here than just keep complaining or feeling bad about it, I'm sure there is something behind all these mess up, and I still trust in God, because I know I'm in his plans and has a purpose in every step I made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to be Patient and just wait in Him until his will is gonna be made :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-6706568759650216460?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/6706568759650216460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=6706568759650216460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/6706568759650216460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/6706568759650216460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2009/12/failure-or-just-patient.html' title='Failure or just Patient.'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-8041180412229384938</id><published>2009-12-09T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:22:41.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Greeting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E-47VmFopE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E-47VmFopE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is here, and Christmas songs you love to hear &lt;br /&gt;thoughts of joy and hope and cheer, but mostly shopping, shopping, shopping &lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Christmas time is here, the sleigh bells and red nosed deer &lt;br /&gt;songs and songs we love to hear all played a thousand times each year &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this same song 20 times and it’s only Halloween (Joy to the World) &lt;br /&gt;It’s not even cold outside (deck the halls with boughs of holly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is here, and Christmas songs you love to hear &lt;br /&gt;(Hark the herald angels sing joy to) &lt;br /&gt;thoughts of joy and hope and cheer, but mostly shopping, shopping, shopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas season, starting sooner every year &lt;br /&gt;It’s October, stores with plastic Christmas trees &lt;br /&gt;Ransack the mall, shop until you lose your mind &lt;br /&gt;Spike the eggnog, sit back and watch &lt;br /&gt;Rudolf, Frosty, Tiny TIm, and Scrooge the price, or Charlie Brown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time... &lt;br /&gt;It’s time to do the Christmas can-can &lt;br /&gt;if you can’t, can’t dance well that’s ok (not going to do the kick line) &lt;br /&gt;All you need is a tree, some lights about a thousand presents&lt;br /&gt;wrap them up and pray for snow &lt;br /&gt;Run to your closet find your Christmas sweaters screaming carols all the way (fa-la-la-la-la) &lt;br /&gt;Maine all the way to California it’s the Christmas can-can Halloween to Christmas day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most wonderful time of year we’re running mad with Christmas cheer &lt;br /&gt;hey what’s troubling you my friend? &lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair if your jewish, jewish (not fair if your Jewish, Jewish) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel I made it out of clay &lt;br /&gt;You realize that Christmas ain’t the only holiday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey he’s right who made these laws &lt;br /&gt;Look! Wait! Here comes Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Santa Claus (Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Santa do the can-can help them if you can-can join in the parade &lt;br /&gt;All you need is a tree, some lights about a thousand presents&lt;br /&gt;wrap them up and pray for snow &lt;br /&gt;Run to your closet find your Christmas sweaters screaming carols all the way (fa-la-la-la-la) &lt;br /&gt;Prance all the way to Indiana it’s the Christmas can-can that’s the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for our ending &lt;br /&gt;We should share this holiday &lt;br /&gt;I wanna give a happy Chanukah to you, a happy Hanukkah to you, a happy Hanukkah to you &lt;br /&gt;A merry Christmas, Hanukkah and also Kwanzaa. Merry &lt;br /&gt;Christmas, happy Hanukkah, and mer-ry Kwan-zaa too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8041180412229384938?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8041180412229384938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=8041180412229384938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8041180412229384938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8041180412229384938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-greeting.html' title='A Christmas Greeting!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-730142631269255496</id><published>2009-12-08T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:10:08.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Luke 2:8-14 (King James Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-730142631269255496?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/730142631269255496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=730142631269255496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/730142631269255496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/730142631269255496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Real Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-6677996094877542885</id><published>2009-01-26T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:21:05.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE!!!! ... an adventure called LIFE ... under God purpose ..</title><content type='html'>I know this is the year,... where all what i want will come true ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in fortune tellers or horoscopes....&lt;br /&gt;But yeaaahh I BELIEVE in GOD the only one ... who was the producer of a fantastic story called adventure in TW without ending , yup!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was in his plans bring me far away from Home to teach the most important lesson in my life, believe, trust and live under His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is live this marvelous adventure called LIVE, all the everyday drama , and all the adventures, all the happy moments, sad moments, depress moments, all of them together just make sense of Life ...&lt;br /&gt;I've been so much depress for so long time ... looking for ... an answer without question, 'coz life isn't a question, is now, is live life now, is not looking past failures, or looking successful forwards ... is NOW,&lt;br /&gt;Now, when MY only trust is in God&lt;br /&gt;Now , when I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Now , when I have a reason for living&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I can stand in my own feet&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I still alive&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I'm not longer Me, Is God in me ... and doing his will ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you the only one that knows my heart and desires, make of this year the most blessed one of my Life ..&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanna Live a LIFE in YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-6677996094877542885?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/6677996094877542885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=6677996094877542885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/6677996094877542885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/6677996094877542885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-adventure-called-life-under-god.html' title='LIVE!!!! ... an adventure called LIFE ... under God purpose ..'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-9178470338348457469</id><published>2008-12-11T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:24:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pray</title><content type='html'>God, I'm thankful with you, for all the blessings that you give me always, and for all the time you gave it to me, for all what you have done with me and my family, and all the people that most I love, thank you for give me this opportunity to stay in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to begin letting you know that Apologize myself for all the times that I've been bad  girl, for not to be obedient to your words, for listen other people instead of you.&lt;br /&gt;God I cannot understand so many things in life, and there are others that i cannot explain, I know you made all of us with one purpose and you gave us all the opportunities to learn our purpose in life, I though I found the purpose of my life, but I got lost in the middle of this world, and feel so ashamed about for all what i've done, God for overall I wanna say SORRY . for letting the world govern in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;God today I come to you to ask for forgiveness , because I cannot live in this world any longer, is just too much for me, people doesn't have feelings, and this is where i don't have peace, I know i just can find peace in you, God  lately i've been passing trough too many things that remind me that you are the only one can make things easy here, God can you come today and hold my hand and keep me wrapped in your arms and let me sleep for a while there, forgive me God for all what's i've done and let me go back where I belong, help me the fight that i've been trough, don't let me apart from your side, is been long time that I cannot see you and today i came just to say Help me and don't let my Faith disappear.&lt;br /&gt;My Faith is in You God, ... &lt;br /&gt;In the Name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-9178470338348457469?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/9178470338348457469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=9178470338348457469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/9178470338348457469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/9178470338348457469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-im-thankful-with-you-for-all.html' title='My Pray'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-440692098432591160</id><published>2008-12-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:53:04.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Friend Vs. Real FRIEND!!!!</title><content type='html'>A simple friend has never seen you cry. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend could blackmail you with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. &lt;br /&gt;A real friend expects to always be there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-440692098432591160?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/440692098432591160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=440692098432591160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/440692098432591160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/440692098432591160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-friend-vs-real-friend.html' title='Simple Friend Vs. Real FRIEND!!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-8403268498936683026</id><published>2008-11-24T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:04:46.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating!!!!</title><content type='html'>After 2 years and 3 months out of my country, I realized that so many things change back home, I'm still not back there but I was wondering how my life will be back home, so I begin to read some news and trying to keep in contact with my friends, so I realized most of my friends already got married, some of them move to other cities, others just immigrate another country like me study reason, wondering what is left,  even my house is not where i used to live, even knew about it before to come here, but i've never seen my actual house, and my family told they already make new construction so??? wonder how it looks!!!!, &lt;br /&gt;I will be back to new house, with new people, hopefully i will meet my friends, and don't know if i can assimilate the food ... just wondering now .&lt;br /&gt;About my country .. it changed a lot since i left it , too many political problems, not just internal problems, with another country as well, and looking forward for new constitution, OMG ... I will be back to a new life.. not more the old one, &lt;br /&gt;Everything changes, and changes can make us better , &lt;br /&gt;As I learned at church, just WAITING IN GOD to make better my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-8403268498936683026?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/8403268498936683026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=8403268498936683026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/8403268498936683026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GemoN_v39Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GemoN_v39Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are away from your friends,&lt;br /&gt;from your land and from your home&lt;br /&gt;and you feel pain, pain  in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;because you cannot stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight when you cannot  &lt;br /&gt;stop remembering that memories&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that here at my table,&lt;br /&gt;I have a place for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember that your mother&lt;br /&gt;or a child is not here whit you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that on this night,&lt;br /&gt;they will accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not go just for these streets,&lt;br /&gt;feeling disturbed and without any orientation,&lt;br /&gt;come with us  to our side&lt;br /&gt;and try to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that and many other things,&lt;br /&gt;come to my house this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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...'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-7247826823886642146</id><published>2008-11-09T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:43:56.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Iglesia, como parte Fundamental de mi vida</title><content type='html'>Luego de algunas semanas sin poder ir a la Iglesia por mi vida caotica, me empeze a sentir un poco vacia, como que no habria comido hace tiempo, es un vacio que no se llena con pan, no se llena manteniendose ocupada, o leendo libros, es un vacio que me derrumba y me pone de rodillas, y me recuerda que hay alguien poderoso ahi arriba que esta esperando por mi, se que he dejado que mis suenhos de ser alguien o mis suenhos de terminar mis estudios han hecho que mi vida ponga como prioridad estar en casa escribiendo una tesis interminable , y olvidarme de aquel que nunca me falla.&lt;div&gt;Desperte lo mas temprano que pude y aun asi era tarde para ir a la Iglesia, pero entendi que no es tarde para encontrarme con mi Dios, decidi orar, cantar algunas canciones, y leer la palabra (Santiago 1:5 por recomendacion de mi papa) solo espero que Dios me ayude a terminar mi via crucis y pueda asistir pronto a la Iglesia que me es de mucha falta. &lt;/div&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/3685718707628630487-7247826823886642146?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/7247826823886642146/comments/default' title='Post 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-7164421435590569219</id><published>2008-10-18T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:13:09.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These small hours....</title><content type='html'>With tears on my face, with all the memories that i got,&lt;div&gt;If you just can understand how difficult is to leave this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my heart in front of you, With all what i got until now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How difficult is this feeling, that just make me feel so depress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the depression that carries my weak soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I explain you that all what i need is just to be protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These small hours, that still remain, makes this soul more weak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much is remaining ?? I even don't know yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just it hurts I will not see you anymore again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you know that is fucking difficult to leave for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All what i lived, All what I've been trough, All what I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears, just Tears .. and more Tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't know how to speak your language to make you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All what i need is smile by your side in these small hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These small hours , still remain ... small hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life here was the best experience I ever had .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These fucking small hours that make me feel alone ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You standing beside me ... me cannot say how much I care for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You the one that makes me smile everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me cannot offer any help to make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fucking depression .. just to know that I'm leaving soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck!!!!! Why I have to leave my friends behind?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why??? Why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment that I lived with you ... comes to my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remind me how much I enjoy being with YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends the most wonderful Family I had being alone in foreign country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I'm so sensitive to this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These small hours ...... just wanna smile ... with my little wonders ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be with you ... and forget about future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cherish every moment that i lived with you ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck!!! wanna forget this depression ... that just makes me think that i won't see you anymore again ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me smile .. and don't bring anymore these tears .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little wonders .... time to leave ... but still some hours to live . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3685718707628630487-7164421435590569219?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/7164421435590569219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=7164421435590569219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7164421435590569219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7164421435590569219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-small-hours.html' title='These small hours....'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-5229525188279614025</id><published>2008-10-13T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:31:24.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaroon Dosti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPMVSz0nLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Cs5N8FKhfkk/s1600-h/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPMVSz0nLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Cs5N8FKhfkk/s400/guys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256568602964208946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Rockford&lt;br /&gt;Singer: KK&lt;br /&gt;Music: Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=YcewaMBit0Q"&gt;Yaroon Dosti Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaron Dosti, Badi Hi Haseen Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Folks, friendship is something very beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh na ho toh kya phir, bolo yeh zindagi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Life sums up to nothing when void of friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi to ho raazdaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Let someone be your secretkeeper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begaraz Tera Ho Yaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Without hesitation let them be your buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi To Ho Raazdaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaron Mohabbat Hi Toh Bandgi Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friends, love is just another way to worship the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Na Ho To Kya Phir, Bolo Yeh Zindagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What would life be without any love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar, Jisko Tujhse Ho Pyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Somebody has to be your loved one, whom you adore the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi To Dilbar Ho Yaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri Har ek Buraai Pe, Daante woh Dost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your friend scolds you for every mistake of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gham ki Ho dhoop toh saaya bane tera woh dost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If your life is sunny with gloom, your friend becomes thy shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naache Bhi Vo Teri Khushi Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He'll celebrate your happiness too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yaaron Dosti Badi Hi Haseen Hai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan mann Kare.. tum pe fida... mehboob woh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your loved one would dedicate his heart &amp;amp; soul to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palkon Pe Jo Rakhe Tujhe... Mehboob woh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He would keep you safe on his eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiski wafa Tere Liye Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;His loyalty would always remain for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yaaron mohabbat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-5229525188279614025?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/5229525188279614025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=5229525188279614025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5229525188279614025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/5229525188279614025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/10/yaroon-dosti.html' title='Yaroon Dosti'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPMVSz0nLTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Cs5N8FKhfkk/s72-c/guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-3529020014328042318</id><published>2008-10-05T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:22:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPHr0V97NXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JDquYu1t2pI/s1600-h/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPHr0V97NXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JDquYu1t2pI/s400/guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241524600681842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti, means so many things for me, being there for your dost is the most special thing that it can be in this life, in the last days i experiment so many things from my doston, is not just be there for fun, or in happy moments, is about to be there when they need you the most, and extend your hand even when they don't know what to do, Dosti means stay there when the darkest moment of your life doesn't allow you to live, is stay there when the sunrise is coming up to celebrate, Dosti a powerful word that i really cannot change for anything, arrey dost i learn a lot of from you, always saying the true and trying to make me understand how to live this hard life, and how to improve my life for my own benefit, is not just about to hang out and talk no sense stuff, is give support in good and bad moments, is fight for the one that is real dost, even if that person doesn't know how much it means for you.&lt;div&gt;Dosti!!!!, still remember how many doston i got in life, and how many of them show real dosti, and Dosti for me means Life ... because without my Dost i think this life doesn't have any sense, fighting everyday for stupid stuff, having fun around when we need to celebrate, stay there and give support when the dark night comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God Bless you dear Dost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for me Dosti never have end, and it will be forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3529020014328042318?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3529020014328042318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=3529020014328042318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3529020014328042318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3529020014328042318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dosti.html' title='Dosti'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SPHr0V97NXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JDquYu1t2pI/s72-c/guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-4793448010671294224</id><published>2008-08-17T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:44:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my Knees!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up early just to prepare myself for sunday worship service, it was my turn as  a music leader, well as usual i begin to select some songs that i used to choose and suddenly came to mind this song from Jaci Velasquez untitled  "On my Knees", i couldn't believe it, i've been listen so long time ago this song but i never paid attention to the lyrics, then when i found the lyrics and  begin to check if it goes correctly with the song, i couldn't believe it ... is so amazing, what it says "See I don't know How, but there is power when I'm on my knees"  and for so long i forgot how it feels talk with God ... when I'm on my knees, and i remember my parents when i was in undergraduate program they used to tell me ask God but on your knees, and even once I advice to someone .. just talk with God on your knees, and well for so long haven't  do it well at my lab even sometimes i feel such a depression that well .. i think with so many stuff over me i recognize i begin to forget about to talk with God and ask ... on my Knees ... well now after this long day i think it was a kind of way from God to show me that really need to talk with him .... because just On my  Knees everything will function ... 100% sure that there is power when i'm on my knees!!!.&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='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-3583827790090368084</id><published>2008-08-14T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:13:30.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all your knowledge is not enough!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been attending an International Symposium about Environmental Biotechnology, having a really good topics to be discussed, Bio Energy and Bio Remediation, some how both of them are really important around world now days, well the event was hold it in English, and of course as foreigner I feel kind of shy about my poor english, and as same time expect too much about it. &lt;div&gt;I remember once one of my professor in undergraduate program told me "is not about how much you know, is about how much you can make understand people about your product" , well I just can say is true, after to listen people with highest degree from Singapore, Poland, Japan, China, Taiwan, i just can say the purpose of a symposium is make discussion about up and downs in our research and find solution, is kind of sharing ideas , and if we just wanna show our knowledge better publish a paper and be happy and proud about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After too long days, sharing with people that english is not their tongue mother, as well me, I ask myself  it was really constructive for me????,  the answer is Yes, it was, because i got a lesson about  that what really matters is not how much english you know , or how much knowledge you have about certain topic, or how much advance technology you have in your laboratory, not at all .. research is not about all this, i understand that if you wanna show all the people that you are really smart  you must teach them in their level, because the most complicated you make it , the most difficult that can be discussed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, my lab-mates also learn something, they must talk to me everyday in english, and stop doing chinese mimics communication,  yes, is funny but is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After at all , Is not how bad it was, is about that sometimes people just like to show the best they are, and just  they forgot that they were talking with students and as students we still in process to learn, as the diamond we still trying to be polished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3583827790090368084?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3583827790090368084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-7999829807499572891</id><published>2008-08-04T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:23:02.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun being Master Degree Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SJbsjNYfElI/AAAAAAAAAII/d_b5yLmSxag/s1600-h/IMG_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SJbsjNYfElI/AAAAAAAAAII/d_b5yLmSxag/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230628106869346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever imagine being a student is too much fun??? have you ever feel like being student is a kind of funny job??? have you ever imagine how much  time you spend at school than home??? So many questions are rounding my mind, actually i cannot answer all of them, and is too many questions that everyday i ask myself, indeed, being a student  is more that just studies, yes, when you are student at primary school, what did you normally like??? (don't lie) i can read in your eyes, yes i agree with you, go school it was the best time to talk with your friends, and make this kind of cute friends, yes and just talk with them and the most wonderful moment is when you have to go for the break time and just play and play whatever it comes to your mind just play and spend the 15 minutes just playing, then just go back home, i even don't remember if i was studying that hard, when you go junior high school, what you did??? i'm sure that you were having your first crush , some girls were begining to grow up and show up their .. Feminine side, and Boys hhmm i'm sure they were still in their infancy, enjoying the soccer game with friends, while girls trying to get attention from High school boys, yes when you are in High School I'm sure you were begining to have your firs Boy/Girl friend, what days!!! no one really took seriously  studies , then what else you did?  hhmm some of us we begin to have our first troubles at home, or some of us where beginning to   just get dumb hahaha!!!!, ok until high school we live with our friends . .. from infancy and .. some new friends, some left us for other schools, most of them were living nearby our houses, hhmm nice kind of friendship and of course we were having fun , then suddenly we have to go University, such a big step in our life!!!, well actually what i experience is just hhmm i didn't care about studies, (i'm lying of course) yes here is the point where we begin to take seriously our studies, at least in my case is what it happened, we begin to have new friends, hang out with them, of course we already been in parties but not this kind of parties, such awesome for us, but with the only difference that we begin to take responsibility about our own life, well is in the middle of our career when we begin to equilibrate social life, with study life plus sentimental life, because is in this time when we begin to figure it out who will be the one for us, is not more games, no more dolls, no more plastic cars, no more hhmm mummy following us, ok until this point, we begin to take seriously most of the things, then hhmm some of us we decide to continue our studies, if go university is big step, go for Master Degree is really too much (at least in my background is consider Bigger step) but hahahah .. yes i still taking seriously my studies, i'm still working hard, but i cannot decline a invitation to have fun with friends, and i begin to understand that Master is not another step in your career is just simple an application of what you already know, and just make strong all the basics part of what you've already learned, not just at college, what you've learned at school, at home, at street, all of them together, you should know how to have fun without interfering with any of the other aspects that can affect  you studies, or  social, or personal life,  surprisingly ,  i've just learned how to do all of that, i had a lot fun around in all my master degree but i never involved my studies, so what i can say, hhmm Master Degree is more Fun if you just can equilibrate all your life, and i wonder how is going to be PhD .. imagine?? if i decide to go for PhD i cannot imagine where i'm going to ended up, but for all over the things, I'm really thankful to the one that gave me this life and make me stronger to understand that no matter what i'm must learn to equilibrate my life, and that is how to live life .. hmmm fun is all around just you have to get the chance to don't disturb the equilibrium in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go ... Experiment running and .. dinner with friends waiting ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;yes the one that i'm talking about is there .. over us .. watching us .. GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-7999829807499572891?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/7999829807499572891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=7999829807499572891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7999829807499572891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/7999829807499572891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/08/having-fun-being-master-degree-student.html' title='Having fun being Master Degree Student'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SJbsjNYfElI/AAAAAAAAAII/d_b5yLmSxag/s72-c/IMG_3755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-3077387198700406892</id><published>2008-07-30T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:32:47.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STARTING TODAY</title><content type='html'>I AWOKE&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY THE LIGHT APPEARED&lt;br /&gt;I OPENED MY VOICE AND YOU WERE THERE&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO MY WISHES&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE PROOF OF YOUR LOVE&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE ONE THAT MADE YOU WAIT&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;FROM THIS VERY MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD BELONGS TO US ALONE&lt;br /&gt;AND OUR LIVES WILL BEGIN STARTING TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;STARTING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CARRY ME IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;I'LL CARRY YOU IN ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE THE INTUITION&lt;br /&gt;THAT WRITES MY STORY STARTING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;CARE FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE THE ESSENCE OF MY VOICE&lt;br /&gt;IN MY GESTURES YOU WILL SEE&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PASSION AND YOUR STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL ABSORB YOUR GLOW&lt;br /&gt;I'LL EVEN DAZZLE THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIGHT WILL SHINE THROUGH ME&lt;br /&gt;FROM THIS VERY MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD BELONGS TO US ALONE&lt;br /&gt;AND OUR LIVES WILL BEGIN STARTING TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;STARTING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CARRY ME IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;I'LL CARRY YOU IN ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE THE INTUITION&lt;br /&gt;THAT WRITES MY STORY STARTING TODAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3077387198700406892?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3077387198700406892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=3077387198700406892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3077387198700406892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3077387198700406892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/07/starting-today.html' title='STARTING TODAY'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-4736790951993677960</id><published>2008-07-23T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:34:37.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on for a minute!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been rushing for long time and trying just to full fill my dreams, and becoming a kind of robot person, without thinking,  without feelings, without anything, and one day i just stop all my life, yes , i decide to sit and make kind of reflexion, because suddenly i realize something is missing, something is wrong, what is it???, my life was becoming time wasted, all what i did is just nothing comparing with all what i left behind, and i ask myself if i'm happy with all around me, NO, I'm not happy at all.&lt;div&gt;All what i had one day is missing, my family, i just have a simple picture of my family, and in my memories is difficult for me remember their faces, because also they told me that they change too much, but cannot forget what they feel for me, that day i remember I was at home, Mama was scolding me just to make me wake up at 6 AM, and Papa was shouting my name, i remember how i used to fight with my Brother, and how difficult was to live with Mama everyday with up and downs in her difficult mood, but as all Mothers lovely taking care of me always, i used to play whit Father almost everyday, good memories, when just got crazy and begging to sing and dance  or simple me sitting watching TV, i really forget how does it feel watch TV!!!!, i used to arrive late home and Mama was always there waiting with my Lunch-Dinner because i couldn't stop for lunch at home , and it felt so good just to lye down my head in my old pillow ... and be wrapped by my parents just to have good sleep and enjoy nighttime  like a baby , i think in every word is falling more than one tear, yes tears, because all the love that i feel for my Family is  too much that my heart is not enough to contain it, and has to fall down in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss to be just me, shy and scared, I miss to be crazy and happy at home, I miss to get anger easily, I miss to be.... , like everything every day is a new change in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to go back home, and just be there, but i know for sure i will also miss this new life, so ZHEMEBAN!!! (what to do in chinese) can i have both of them together???? i guess as my father used to advice me, when i will grow old and old ... i will realize one day that i'm taking my own decisions, and it's in me the way to live my life, so i think for minute have to old on my busy life, and care for people like my family, and well just share with them like my new life, be happy and enjoy everyday, and if the storm and dark moments come, just be  a support in my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few months more I will take a break and really promise I wanna enjoy with my family , If you read this message, please just pray for me so i can make it home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Little Girl in TW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-4736790951993677960?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/4736790951993677960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=4736790951993677960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4736790951993677960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4736790951993677960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-on-for-minute.html' title='Hold on for a minute!!!!'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-4509935217340449604</id><published>2008-05-15T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:23:02.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When friendship becomes to be part of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SE0CP1-qY_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p19YrDlBAf8/s1600-h/1_192913003l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SE0CP1-qY_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p19YrDlBAf8/s320/1_192913003l.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209822815148729330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled around 40 hours from Bolivia to Taiwan, yeah Taiwan Do you know where is it?? , yeah you won't believe me, but i knew it , well that is not the point, i never imagine that i will meet a lot of foreigners, this if funny i didn't know that Phillipines is an island, and you know what ... my first friends are from Phillipines ... or as i call them FILIPINOS ... yeaahh they are so great so nice people, cannot believe it, at first tought it will be great, but it was better than that, is like no matter what no matter where, i always can count with them, well ... let's continue the story then i met i Turkish Boy ... yeah he is Muslim i never tought to meet someone different from Baptist Christian or Catolic ... i'm still surprised about it, he is really kind of person that knows how to care about the people, he and my friend Jedhan from Phillippines made a really good and closer relation, same as me with them, we used to go at 2 o 3 am to lake side just to enjoy the summer night chatting about ..... no sense themes .. it was nice, even we went to have a awesome adventure .. ... to Pig Pen one of the Diskos here in Taichung (city where i live actually) well, i said awesome because it was before my deadline of Virology Paper presentation, is not funny, is incredible that after that night i could work next day, and i got a good score for it, well after that we had i kind of party in our university, guess what? ... yeah i begin to know more people, and what i tought about other it was not true, all people around the world likes to have fun, and have friends, they like to learn about other cultures, well after that, the new students arrive and i begin to help some of them , i love to do it, we begin to have a kind of good friendship, and begin to get closer, there was this night when was my filipino friend birthday and we just met with the other foreigners, until that time .. i used to go out just with Filipinos, i was afraid to meet the others, but well anyway i began to meet the new people, and it was like summer time is really nice to get crazy and have fun all around, yeaahh ... but time to study is coming back ... so i got closer to the new ones, and .. i just begin to get closer with an indian boy , he is so great and so cool, yeaahh ... hey he is hindi religion, can you believe it ... until now i meet catolics, muslim, hindi, budisth .. people .. come on ... i used to think that they are weird, but no .. they are not ... i begin to have good relationship with all of this people ... just because wanna make it clear, ... Joan, Joji and Jedhan are the best Filipinos ever that i met in my life, and i'm so thankful that i can count with them whenever i need support and need to laugh . Sinan is a really handsome guy from Turkey that knows how to care about people and knows when people need some kind of relax, Amit is yeah a different kind of Indian, the one that likes to enjoy life without bother other people, he really doesn't mind the life of others, but he likes to make the others feel confortable, and what i really like from him, that he will always tell you the true about yourself, and well ... i met this crazy girl from Romania .. guess !!!! She is completely the same as Amit, they have same kind of thoughts ...same kind of feelings, you know sometimes i just sit with Amit to listen him, after days ...i do the same ... with Atena .. and is same story .. is kind of funny but also both of them are Cute .. Skinny ... Funny and are the best good Buddies that you can get in the world, as well have more friends from other countries ... i'm just mentioning .. the ones that make a big change in my life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship ... is all around the world, and God gave it to me the oportunity to share wich many kind of people .. and all this people remind me that i'm not alone, that friends wherever you go can be a family, a really good family ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have friends at home .. in my beautiful Bolivia ... have friends from Bolivia that actually they are living in Spain, Sweeden, Germany,  France ... .. and last have friends in Taiwan that come from all around the world ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not just to get a Title in Taiwan.... I GOT THE BEST FAMILY EVER IN MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love all of you guys .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-4509935217340449604?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/4509935217340449604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=4509935217340449604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4509935217340449604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/4509935217340449604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-friendship-becomes-to-be-part-of.html' title='When friendship becomes to be part of the world'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SE0CP1-qY_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p19YrDlBAf8/s72-c/1_192913003l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-3650512447387280250</id><published>2008-04-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:58:52.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verdadero Amor'/><title type='text'>De regreso al verdadero Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Amor, el mundo entero esta plagado de el, cada cancion, cada novela, cada libro, la television, las peliculas, todo lo que nos rodea esta plagado de esta palabra AMOR, pero como es posible que algo tan esencial para nosotros,  que ha venido de tiempos tan antiguos, es algo en lo que hemos fallado constantemente , matrimonios fallidos, parejas desechas, mujeres u hombres amargados por fracasos amorosos, Cual es el verdadero AMOR??? Lo has sentido??, Que es lo que realmente quiere Dios para nosotros??, Efesios 5 :1-2 nos habla de ANDAR en AMOR como DIOS nos AMA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Rob Bell (Nooma)  menciona la palabra RAYA (del hebreo) que significa una conexion intima, una amistad verdadera sincera, cuando podes decir a el o ella todo acerca de tu vida,  y es algo fundamental para una relacion, la base de una relacion esta fundamentada en la amistad verdadera, sincera. AHAVA es una afeccion profunda, donde tu mente y tu corazon estan totalmente liderados por una emocion que te lleva a un compromiso con esa persona, cuando tu ser desea ser parte de esa persona, cuando hay un verdadero compromiso con el o ella, cuando realmente crees que esa amistad que han tenido  lleva como resultado es  tener esa conexion de compromiso, que culminara con un DOD  que implica el verdadero amor culminando con una verdadera union , lo mas profundo y sagrado, cuando dos llegan a ser uno, cada uno de estos es una pequenha llama de fuego , que juntas producen una mas grande, que hay sobre las parejas actuales que deciden solo tener DOD (sexo) disfrutan apenas de una pequenha llama de fuego, no experimentando asi la completa llama denominada Amor, Dios NO nos ha creado solo para disfrutar parte del Amor, Dios nos ha dado la oportunidad de disfrutar de mucho mas, pero por otro lado  las personas que estan casadas que tienen el AHAVA ese compromiso, pero no son amigos lo han olvidado, no comparten no tienen esa comunicacion, conllevando a no tener sexo, que clase de Amor es???, Pregunta : Cuanto es lo minimo requerido de patas para soportar una silla??? Hemos sido creados para tener y vivir un Amor completo no solo parte de ello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Chip Ingram autor de Love, Sex and lasting Relationships (Amor, Sexo y relaciones duraderas) haciendo un analisis profundo de lo que vive actualmente la iglesia hoy en dia, cuando hollywood se introdujo en nuestras vidas, cuando nos mostro que el amor se trata en encontrar a la persona correcta, en la cual fijaremos nuestros suenhos e ideales, con la enamoraremos y si es que cometemos errores, o simplemente nos equivocamos en escoger la pareja, podemos empezar de nuevo y buscar otra persona correcta, y ahi vamos rotando en la vida tratando de encontrar ese amor verdadero. Pregunta: Como podemos hacer feliz a alguien si nosotros por si mismos no somos felices???. Por que seguir idealizando a nuestra futura pareja , porque no cambiar y llegar a ser ese persona correcta y llegar a estar completos una vez que estemos completos podremos lograr tener una relacion, sin tener que fijar nuestros suenhos o metas en esa persona, si no fijarlos en Dios como pareja , viviendo en Amor y andando en el Amor que Dios nos ha dado, y si es que existiera un error, tratar de solucionarlo como pareja que somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;EL mundo nos ha corrompido tanto que no nos hemos dado cuenta que hemos vivido tan lejos de ese verdadero Amor, el Verdadero Amor que Dios ha planeado para Nosotros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-3650512447387280250?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/3650512447387280250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=3650512447387280250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3650512447387280250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/3650512447387280250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-regreso-al-verdadero-amor.html' title='De regreso al verdadero Amor'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685718707628630487.post-1839220447419397193</id><published>2007-03-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:05:14.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los suenhos que Dios ha puesto en mi vida'/><title type='text'>Mi Meta .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mi meta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......ES HACER LO QUE QUIERO, CUANDO Y DONDE QUIERA, SUBIR Y LLEGAR LEJOS; ES SER LO MAXIMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero decir que ya lo haya conseguido todo, ni que ya sea perfecto; pero sigo adelante con la esperanza de alcanzarlo, puesto que Cristo Jesus me alcanzo primero. Hermanos, no digo que yo mismo ya lo haya alcanzado; lo que si hago es olvidarme de lo que queda atrás y esforzarme por alcanzar lo que esta delante, para llegar a la meta y ganar el premio celestial que Dios nos llama a recibir por medio de Cristo Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipenses 3:12-14 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685718707628630487-1839220447419397193?l=deliaquispe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/feeds/1839220447419397193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685718707628630487&amp;postID=1839220447419397193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1839220447419397193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685718707628630487/posts/default/1839220447419397193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliaquispe.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-meta.html' title='Mi Meta .....'/><author><name>Delia.Quispe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01968246641654737446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gKvQ809zTW8/SVSHCHzgQcI/AAAAAAAAAis/10k354YInBg/S220/DSC01300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
