<?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-21889864</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:34:04.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alejo Palacio Uribe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21889864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alejandro Palacio Uribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10368238855013033212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21889864.post-113953453464069985</id><published>2006-02-09T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:22:14.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carnivals:&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad memories&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, carnivals were a party that for me was like halloween, christams or new year. It was a parade eith costumes , parties and desorder. I really never found the big deal about it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I never liked them and my mom was always theremaking me go to the "La Batalla de Flores" and "La Guacherna".&lt;br /&gt;Those were four eternal hours sitting on a hard chair made out of wood with a very unpleasant noiseof music and cheering people.&lt;br /&gt;Later on when I was about 14 years old, when I started to hang out with frineds without my parents supervision and be able to be part of the desirder, it started to look kind of good. While years went by, and I went growing in age and responsability, with more freedom by my parents, it got even better.&lt;br /&gt;So there I have been, having fun with my friends, finding them in every corner and having one of the best days in the year, but, in "El Garabato", because I still doubt about the other two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21889864-113953453464069985?l=alejopalacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/feeds/113953453464069985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21889864&amp;postID=113953453464069985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21889864/posts/default/113953453464069985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21889864/posts/default/113953453464069985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/2006/02/carnivals-good-or-bad-memories-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandro Palacio Uribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10368238855013033212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21889864.post-113953437521856853</id><published>2006-02-09T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:26:36.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there is a man that every man would like to be, that would be Hugh Hefner. The man between the mansion and all those women had an interesting life accounting to how he have ended at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventy six years ago this man was born in Chicago in a house of conservative parents were everything that had to do with sex or boys and girls was seing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he grew, old he had problems to get girlfriends. He was seen in school as the weird boy of the class. He had to spend everything he had to give to get a girl`s attention. He also dreamed on having one day a hot girl in his hands. the problem was that even the uglu ones rejected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heffner had a long life hobby, it was painting. He learned to draw the human figure, but all he drew was women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21889864-113953437521856853?l=alejopalacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/feeds/113953437521856853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21889864&amp;postID=113953437521856853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21889864/posts/default/113953437521856853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21889864/posts/default/113953437521856853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejopalacio.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-there-is-man-that-every-man-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandro Palacio Uribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10368238855013033212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
