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hola

wow, no puedo creer que tenga un weblog, haber como explico esto. En el tiempo que tengo atendiendo el cyber de mi compa faby [cyber penca](no pregunten porque ese nombre) me di de frente con esto que se conoce como weblog, que no es otra cosa que tener como un diario no tan intimo en el espacio cybernetico.

entiendo que tener un weblog es postularse como alguien interesante, cosa que no creo sea mi caso, como escribí palabras atras hago esto por el hecho de tener una compu al frente mio en los momentos en que "no estoy atendiendo"

nada mas, en este diario intimo-privado van a encontrar las cositas que le pasan a mi vida, alguno que otro enlace [lease link] interesante y que me gustaria sepan compartir conmigo

ahora en serio que no tengo nada mas que escribir, me despido como me gustaria hacerlo siempre, chau [JA] (sin tantas vueltas)


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  1. hola que tal? me cruce contigo y tu blog
    lindo blog
    besos

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  2. gracias chirlis!!!
    mira vos, el primer comentario fue el 5 de septiembre de 2004 =)

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  3. probando moderacion en post con mas de 15 dias

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  4. Y a la Chirlis la saludaste 4 años mas tarde!!!!

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  5. @mauri: seee, de vez en cuando vuelvo a revisar los primeros posts, para ver como era

    (lo peor es que contesto los comentarios :-)

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