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class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;?php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ob_start(); //Atrapa el output en Buffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;include "registro.php"; //procesa registro php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;$leido=ob_get_contents();  //almacena el resultado de registro.php en la variable $leido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ob_clean();// vacia el buffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ob_end_flush();//detiene la captura del output en el buffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;//el contenido de $leido es el html de la plantilla, es un string normal y se puede procesar de esa manera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Gutiérrez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06407387558158423119</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292488471065811774.post-1109462082082822535</id><published>2008-09-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:37:08.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like her wallet.</title><content type='html'>Its lost like my heart invested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's not coming, and i'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our souls stopped meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's not as strong, and not willing to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think she is what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a STORM.  For good and Evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292488471065811774-1109462082082822535?l=koki2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/feeds/1109462082082822535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292488471065811774&amp;postID=1109462082082822535' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/1109462082082822535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/1109462082082822535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-her-wallet.html' title='Like her wallet.'/><author><name>Juan Enrique Osorio Gutiérrez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06407387558158423119</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292488471065811774.post-8726595202042986611</id><published>2008-08-06T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:52:54.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labios</title><content type='html'>Entre tus labios y yo no había nada:&lt;br /&gt;tan solo la distancia de un te quiero&lt;br /&gt;no siempre dicho&lt;br /&gt;y unos ojos cerrados.&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus labios y yo no había nada:&lt;br /&gt;tan solo ese poco de aliento&lt;br /&gt;irrespirado&lt;br /&gt;y las manos asidas suavemente.&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus labios y yo no había nada:&lt;br /&gt;ni madre, ni padre, ni mañana ni ayer&lt;br /&gt;ni pretensiones,&lt;br /&gt;ni cosas por hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo, nada.&lt;br /&gt;El amor estaba lleno de nada y lo era todo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo ahora había&lt;br /&gt;entre tus labios y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus labios y yo no había nada:&lt;br /&gt;la vida se interpuso&lt;br /&gt;entre tus labios y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tus labios son tuyos&lt;br /&gt;y los míos míos.&lt;br /&gt;Y el amor está lleno de cosas y no es nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292488471065811774-8726595202042986611?l=koki2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/feeds/8726595202042986611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292488471065811774&amp;postID=8726595202042986611' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/8726595202042986611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/8726595202042986611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/2008/08/labios.html' title='Labios'/><author><name>Juan Enrique Osorio Gutiérrez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06407387558158423119</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292488471065811774.post-8329546300753483232</id><published>2008-08-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:41:52.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastinator Flow Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo-y8N0yzE/SJpS0HzmIVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dteXdYqOUIA/s1600-h/Procrastination-Flow-Chart-758302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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And the moments we spent were nice but not as great as I had pictured them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the always haunting..... WE DO NOT LIVE IN THE SAME CITY!, can we handle being so far away?... but mann, it is not so far, it's only 5 hours and like 15 dollars away... I can handle that... will she???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened was stupid, and nothing or no one but me is to blame. However, looking at it closely, why did i go there "alone" in the first place??, because she didn't want to go, and wouldn't go to do something else with me... she wanted to sleep, this is really childish to say, but I really need to let it out -I have this blog for this kind of statements.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i look at her in a picture, and i really want to hug her, for a long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is she really willing to do something for me?, or since i've been giving so much... I'm not allowing her to give... and only to give in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt forced to chat with her today, i do not know why, so don't ask, but it just didn't flow right.... it felt it completely emotionless, and constrained from showing feelings.. and apart from telling each other what we were doing it didn't go much further... now... if you think about the long call we had yesterday... it flowed very nicely... we went on about everything that happened and fell back to ride on the back of poems, and then on really nice, very "us" kind of cool talk, the names came back for each other, and it ended with a "kiss".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 4:30 am, I really need a cool day tomorrow, but i can't sleep.. it's been two movies.... and I just don't quite get sleepy. the thought of her swirls inside of my mind, I want to write beautiful feelings in careful words, but then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would she read them as just words???&lt;/span&gt; , do I swirl around in her mind???... if i think for what i've felt today... hhmmm: no. But if you think in a little wider time frame: yes. the conclusion to this may be that i'm swirling less and less on her mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... the thing comes down to this: Do we keep talking about what happened, and about how we want to make it exceptional again, and keep giving us time (it has only been one day so far), or do I move back to nourishing the relationship. Do we move to grief and loss, or to happiness and companionship. The answer would be trivial. but can I do it on my own????.. nope I cannot do it on my own.. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there lies the dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, she is sorrow, but i am only sorrow because she is, otherwise i'd be glorious. So... how do I move her heart from going to grief to going to happiness, without forcing her so it breaks.... but without letting her too loose so it falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day... one may say that we are only are a couple of people that met for a couple of weeks kissed and hugged for a couple of days and then didn't.... or maybe say... that we are two individuals that are bound together by laws beyond them and are just starting their life together... Maybe we are just getting started, and we both overcomplicate things, and have too many friends and time to discuss them???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I let her alone a couple of days, will she feel I'm not there, and come looking for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i send her all my feelings will she read them as an excuse? will she become tired of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I will conclude so far is that i will not message her tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll deal with my heart again tomorrow. and sigh myself to sleep today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un suspiro es el aire que nos sobra, por alguien que nos falta&lt;/span&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/1292488471065811774-3258290627336225391?l=koki2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/feeds/3258290627336225391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292488471065811774&amp;postID=3258290627336225391' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/3258290627336225391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/3258290627336225391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Juan Enrique Osorio Gutiérrez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06407387558158423119</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292488471065811774.post-7378385073092709144</id><published>2008-08-06T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:39:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>What would be your answer????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out and have a chicken crossing day!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten teacher - To get to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato - For the greater good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle - It's the nature of chickens to cross roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Marx - It was a historical inevitability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King - ..........I envision a world where all chickens will be&lt;br /&gt;free to cross roads without having their motives being called into question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli - The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why?&lt;br /&gt;The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud - The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the&lt;br /&gt;road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam - This was unprovoked act of rebellion and we were justified in&lt;br /&gt;dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.W. Bush - we dont really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just&lt;br /&gt;want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken&lt;br /&gt;is either with us or against us. There's no middle ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budha - Asking this question denies your own chicken nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Newton - Any chicken in the universe shall always cross a road&lt;br /&gt;perpendicularly and in an infinitely long straight line at uniform speed&lt;br /&gt;unless it stops due to unbalanced reactive force in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;of the chicken's motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin - Chickens, over periods of time, have been naturally&lt;br /&gt;selected in such a way that they're now genetically disposed to cross roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela - Never again will the chicken be questioned for crossing the&lt;br /&gt;road. This is an ideal for which I am prepared to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thabo Mbeki - We need to establish if really there's a connection between&lt;br /&gt;the chicken and the road&lt;br /&gt;Robert Mugabe - For all the years the road has been owned by white farmers,&lt;br /&gt;the poor underprivileged chicken has waited for too long for that road to be&lt;br /&gt;given to him and now he is crossing it in force with fellow war veteran&lt;br /&gt;chickens. We shall take over the road and give it the roadless chickens, so&lt;br /&gt;that they can cross it without fear of retribution from Britain . We will&lt;br /&gt;not stop untill all roadless chickens have roads and the freedom to cross&lt;br /&gt;them,even if hunger and 10,000% inflation bites them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened tothe chicken on crossing or after crossing the&lt;br /&gt;road .. if at all it did :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292488471065811774-7378385073092709144?l=koki2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/feeds/7378385073092709144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292488471065811774&amp;postID=7378385073092709144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/7378385073092709144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292488471065811774/posts/default/7378385073092709144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koki2.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>Juan Enrique Osorio Gutiérrez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06407387558158423119</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>
