<?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-3243252976399264154</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:48:41.281-08:00</updated><category term='Milagros la Ñoña'/><category term='Oh si yo la chica que no tiene vida'/><category term='Criticos que Critican las Criticas Criticonas'/><category term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><category term='Consejos Utiles para la Vida'/><category term='FuckYou'/><title type='text'>Gracias Graciosas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FuckYou'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Me rompe soberanamente las pelotas esta&amp;nbsp;situación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7635627509140480620?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7635627509140480620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7635627509140480620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FuckYou'/><title type='text'>Yo también</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;yo &amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;ya no soporto este ambiente, yo&amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;veo la hora de irme de este lugar feo que lo&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;que me trae son recuerdos de ese momento feo que tuvimos que pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Yo&amp;nbsp;También.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Pero lo&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;se puede hacer es esperar, esperar y tener fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Por&amp;nbsp;ahí&amp;nbsp;en otro lado se puede empezar una nueva etapa, donde las cosas nos salgan mejor, y podamos estar mejor.. en todos los sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;oJala... ojala se &amp;nbsp;nos den estas oportunidades, que ya bastantes malas pasamos, solo queda esperar y confiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6875637098465609812?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6875637098465609812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6875637098465609812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consejos Utiles para la Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticos que Critican las Criticas Criticonas'/><title type='text'>a ver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Estuve toda la semana discutiendo con mis amigas,¿porque? dicen que soy tierna! y nose para mi nada que ver ,dale me enojo puteo a todo el mundo trato mal a todos,y muchas cosas mas que&amp;nbsp; no quiero nombrar para que no te pongas mal!pero bueno me resigne así que lo admito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Soy Tierna! (contentas chicas?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Otra cosa en el trascurso de esta semana me he dado cuanta que soy re mala! pero mala mala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;No seee.. no se si mala persona es la forma correcta de expresarlo pero soy mala a tal punto de que si te odio puedo llegar a herirte con tan solo 2 palabras (grosamente) pero ojo, no soy siempre asi, bah esos supongo yo, Pero dale lo dice claramente en mi perfil!(-Tengo un carácter bastante fuerte,o me caes re bien o me caes para la  mierda.-)Oh si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Bueno la verdad que hay muchas personas en el mundo que se pueden ir bien a la reverenda materia fecal (para no decir una mala palabra)(a rre que se hacia si la mina era un cloaca jaja).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ay no! soy una exagerada, no del mundo, si no que conozco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;vos?..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Tal1 que necesidad tenes de llamar la atencion? por lo menos disimula para que yo no me de cuanta!Pero no dale de un dia para el otro wakawaka, soy re rebelde (pero porque no te vas a hacer la rebelde a tu casa amiga no te das cuanta que no ganas nada pelotuda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Pasemos a otro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tal2 Vos que ahora te haces el indiferente el -ayy ahora que estoy aca soy re CUL soy famoso y tengo amiguillos locos.(pero anda a freir churros amiguillo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno no sigo porque si no no termino mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pasamos a otro tema,YO cuando empeze el año me digne a no ser una antisocial de cuarta, viste,y lo logre logre no hacerme la boluda y hablarle a una chabona que conocía de vista y le hable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Me siento realizada aree (que exagerada que estoy )en realidad contenta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Bueno con todo esto quiero aclarar que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Soy tierna, soy tierna pero mala,mala pero sexy(segun ellas),sexy pero rebelde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Y si como todo señores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Un rebelde sin causa, ni destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ah y otra cosa, Te doy un consejo, si alguna vez me llegas a conocer no te me hagas el/la simpatic@, si no tenes personalidad ni me mires porque ya te hice la cruz,esas cosas me caen MAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Bueno ahora si , ah no;me olvidaba, si te gustan las &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;aceitunas &lt;/span&gt;también te hago la cruz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-509792198675491198?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/509792198675491198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=509792198675491198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/509792198675491198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/509792198675491198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/04/ver.html' title='a ver...'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6403537513622820028</id><published>2010-04-01T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:41:12.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A veces&lt;/b&gt; me gusta quedarme sola en casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A veces me gusta quedarme sola en casa y escuchar música depre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sisi,al punto de llorar y descargarme,pero no porque este triste si no porque siento que debo hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A veces lo veo desde afuera y pienso que estoy loca, y la realidad&amp;nbsp; es que si lo estoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;Siempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;lo estuve y siempre lo estaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A mi me parece algo normal, puede ser a que a los otros no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pero bueno yo creo que las personas quieren y necesitan sus mometos solitarios o por lo menos yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A mi me gusta y me hace bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y&lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Nunca&lt;/b&gt; voy a entender a que se debe esta necesidad de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6403537513622820028?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6403537513622820028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6403537513622820028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6403537513622820028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6403537513622820028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/04/veces-me-gusta-quedarme-sola-en-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7582453339567636886</id><published>2010-03-31T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:24:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7QDXZ5Y7XI/AAAAAAAAASw/D5lQz2wv254/s1600/ultimas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7QDXZ5Y7XI/AAAAAAAAASw/D5lQz2wv254/s640/ultimas.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Estos son los momentos donde me siento un poco linda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7582453339567636886?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7582453339567636886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7582453339567636886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7582453339567636886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7582453339567636886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/estos-son-los-momentos-donde-me-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7QDXZ5Y7XI/AAAAAAAAASw/D5lQz2wv254/s72-c/ultimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-2451856391293360159</id><published>2010-03-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:01:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y si, asi son las cosas, mirá que lo pense y lo repense pero cometí el error, aunque me parece que si, estoy haciendo cualquiera,pero bueno , hay que ir viendo, viste, ya se ,ya metí la pata pero bueno todavía no me chupo el agujero negro. (por suerte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7LJF92c9wI/AAAAAAAAASo/jYF9VVQNt0g/s1600/ultimas+%288%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7LJF92c9wI/AAAAAAAAASo/jYF9VVQNt0g/s200/ultimas+%288%29.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voy a tratar de encaminar bien y no confundir(me), no mezclar las cosas entendes?&lt;br /&gt;Bueno yo si me entiendo y con eso basta.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora pienso en ese momento y digo -Que estaba haciendo ?&lt;br /&gt;Eh? ahora no entiendo nada!&lt;br /&gt;Pero viste esa frustracion que te agarra de vez en cuando? A mi me agarra seguido por el simple hecho de querer algo y no poder tenerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y por eso mismo me cae mal la frase " Si se Quiere se Puede"&lt;br /&gt;Esta mal porque yo quiero tantas cosas y no las tengo o mejor dicho , no las Puedo, y creo que a mucha gente le debe pasar lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Igual no es la gran cosa,pero bueno , sera que yo no tengo vida y hago de un pequeño problema un problemOn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-2451856391293360159?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/2451856391293360159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=2451856391293360159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/2451856391293360159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/2451856391293360159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-si-asi-son-las-cosas-mira-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S7LJF92c9wI/AAAAAAAAASo/jYF9VVQNt0g/s72-c/ultimas+%288%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8455869656570816317</id><published>2010-03-30T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:01:36.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Ay como te odio en estos momentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8455869656570816317?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8455869656570816317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8455869656570816317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8455869656570816317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8455869656570816317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/ay-como-te-odio-en-estos-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4991032715234240136</id><published>2010-03-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:00:30.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype name="metricconverter" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La niña nadaba y nadaba con una soga incrustada en su panza dentro del vientre de su madre, ya hacia unos 240 días aproximadamente que permanecía allí. Veía los mismos paisajes siempre de los mismos colores que los de la escala del rojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pero un día de otoño, un 23 de marzo, 23 de marzo de 1996 para ser exactos, estaba fastidiosa y cansada pero ella solo nadaba con sus piernas largas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="20 cm" style="color: #444444;" w:st="on"&gt;20 cm&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;. en esa agua pegajosa y transparente; hasta que luego se dio cuenta que estaba nadando en el aire porque el agua ya no estaba y al no estar no podía respirar. Tenía posibilidades de no seguir viviendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Todos hacían lo posible para sacarla de su metafórica pileta en la cual podía llegar a morirse al igual que su madre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Los minutos pasaban y ella&amp;nbsp; y su madre con menos probabilidades de vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #999999;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; Pero luego una exitosa salida dio a todos un suspiro de alivio, y todos coincidían&amp;nbsp; que lo que había pasado era un Milagro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Y así fue como nació esa niña patas de rana, flaca como un esqueleto pero carilinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Días, meses y años pasaron después de ese milagroso día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; En muchos momentos sufrió una metamorfosis emocional, con la cual hizo cambios para bien y para mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Pero hasta ahora con catorce años recién cumplidos se puede decir que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;es una persona con muchísima capacidad mental y física, una chica independiente, malhumorada, caprichosa, poco desenvuelta, con mucha iniciativa, responsable, ciclotímica, loca como una cabra, a veces depresiva, a veces negativa, a veces positiva, a veces cariñosa, a veces antipática, muchas veces caraculica, muy reservada, difícil de tratar etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Pero con todos sus pro y sus contras se puede decir que es una chica bastante querible...&lt;/span&gt;Pero no sabe &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;disfrutar bien la vida, aunque ella sabe que en el fondo muy en el fondo, la ama. Ama su vida, su familia, sus amigos y muchísimas cosas mas que la rodean, y también sabe que en algún momento de la vida va a saber disfrutarla como se debe y tomándolo todo a bien. Pero por ahora quiere agradecer a todos los que la quieren por hacer de su vida lo que mejor que tiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;¿Donde estará ella en este preciso momento?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, podría estar en su casa, o probando experiencias nuevas, o caminando por el campo, o por la playa descalza, pero no, no es así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; Ella está justamente acá escribiendo este largo texto y estas ultimas&amp;nbsp; palabras con las cuales se despide muy felizmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Milagros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4991032715234240136?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4991032715234240136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4991032715234240136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4991032715234240136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4991032715234240136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/tentmicrosoft-word-11-namegeneratorlink.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6301555951421474651</id><published>2010-03-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:57:10.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Es por cuestión de valencia propia y no dejar que te tapen la boca.  Es expresarte sin temor a ser reprimido, es hacerte escuchar frente a  las barreras que te imponen las demás personas y romperlas con tu propia  opinión. También hay que ponerse límites propios y no indagar en lo  mediocre... Siempre manteniendo una linea entre la cordura y la indecencia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6301555951421474651?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6301555951421474651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6301555951421474651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6301555951421474651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6301555951421474651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='WoW'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4319252313422272035</id><published>2010-03-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:48:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nos pasa Milagros?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A ver si nos acomodamos el chip de la cabecita o nos compramos unas doble AA nuevas haber si empezamos a funcionar mejor estos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No te parece?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ya estamos grandes para quedarnos calladas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que paso con lo que dijimos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eh donde se fue todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ehh?&amp;nbsp; A donde ??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Mili muy bien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Al &lt;b&gt;CARAJO&lt;/b&gt; ;SI AL CARAJO SE FUE TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4319252313422272035?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4319252313422272035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4319252313422272035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4319252313422272035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4319252313422272035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-nos-pasa-milagros-ver-si-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5297721743097937091</id><published>2010-03-15T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:42:21.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Si vos, si boludo vos ese el de dos ojos si ese el de una boca y una nariz, sisi vos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gente ignorante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME CAES MAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5297721743097937091?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5297721743097937091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5297721743097937091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5297721743097937091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5297721743097937091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-vos-si-boludo-vos-ese-el-de-dos-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4944116611768899395</id><published>2010-03-12T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:27:32.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguna vez te dije que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que tengo 5 cartucheras preferidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que le tengo miedo a el viento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que no me depilo las cejas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que amo el color negro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que no me gusta el membrillo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que no puedo vivir sin mi guia T?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que tengo un gel de baño para bebes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que colecciono arenas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que no tengo ningun emoticon en el MSN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que tengo el compac del &lt;a href="http://sp7.fotolog.com/photo/23/29/68/el_oso_arturo/1182885484_f.jpg"&gt;oso arturo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me se todas las canciones de las &lt;a href="http://public.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pjykQN0f-wbwNILaewCiNvCpAqaBC0LL2LvJvDx8K5ILSlwyN01UMrD5oaMV4cGettIzcjazoz8VqxkPqyWPyjA/1132676172_f.jpg"&gt;Tres Marias?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que debes en cuando sigo mirando &lt;a href="http://www.mercadolibre.com.ar/jm/img?s=MLA&amp;amp;f=45850813_9020.jpg&amp;amp;v=P"&gt;Caramelito?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que si tomo gaseosa antes de acostarme me despierto con mal aliento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que amo el olor a verde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que cuando mi papá me compra la crema dental que quiero me pongo a saltar de felicidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que de chiquita estaba enamorada de &lt;a href="http://www.myfavoritegames.com/dragonball-z/Media/FlashCards/dbgt_trunks.jpg"&gt;trunks&lt;/a&gt; de Dragon Ball GT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me deprime verme fea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me pueden los alfajores terrabusi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me encanta ser una nerd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que uno de mis sueños es jugar al rugby en el barro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me obseciono con algunas canciones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que cada vez que voy a la casa de alguien me como un poquito de su dentifrico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que las oreos me pueden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que aunque los desprecie amo mis rulos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que detesto el color rosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que mi palabra favorita es "testosterona"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alguna vez te dije que no me gusta el alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que me encanta hacer deporte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguna vez te dije que estoy loca?&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez te dije que tengo sueño y me voy as ir a dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4944116611768899395?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4944116611768899395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4944116611768899395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4944116611768899395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4944116611768899395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguna-vez-te-dije-que.html' title='Alguna vez te dije que...'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4443527749438108753</id><published>2010-03-05T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:59:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Hoy me comí más o menos medio kilo de Helado!&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Estoy en problemas no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Vale aclarar que se debe a muchas cosas y problemas! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; ...emocionales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4443527749438108753?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4443527749438108753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4443527749438108753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4443527749438108753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4443527749438108753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoy-me-comi-mas-o-menos-medio-kilo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6542962335507599130</id><published>2010-02-28T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:20:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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P&lt;/span&gt;orq&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;ue&lt;/span&gt; soy así&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-1763764352062755727?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/1763764352062755727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=1763764352062755727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1763764352062755727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1763764352062755727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/02/mi-mama-tiene-razon.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-3380296448010167994</id><published>2010-02-12T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:03:21.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hola si me voy a Cordoba y estoy feliz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...Chau Chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-3380296448010167994?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/3380296448010167994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=3380296448010167994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3380296448010167994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3380296448010167994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/02/hola-si-me-voy-cordoba-y-estoy-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-3041509533647395189</id><published>2010-02-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:20:09.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que gente ,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-3041509533647395189?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/3041509533647395189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=3041509533647395189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3041509533647395189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3041509533647395189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-gente-que-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6015404110180648596</id><published>2010-02-07T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:59:49.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bailar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cantar&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es lo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;GRITAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en un lugar donde todos me escuchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAILAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; frente al espejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SALTAR &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sobre la cama ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;SENTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la musica en mis oidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;CANTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sintiendo las lagrimas caer sobre mi rostro de la emoción....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ESO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; quiero yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6015404110180648596?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6015404110180648596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6015404110180648596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6015404110180648596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6015404110180648596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/02/gritar-bailar-saltar-sentir-cantar-es.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8717693973581293282</id><published>2010-02-04T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:02:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Cuídame bien, lo mío es serio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;quiero que estés a mi lado esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Voy a fumar mientras te espero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Voy a formar, un espacio mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Voy a escribir con nubes tu nombre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;voy a soñar con tu cara hoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;voy a pedir que nunca te vayas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;quiero escuchar, más palabras de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Cuídame bien, que siempre me pierdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quiero que estés, a mi lado esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Voy a tomar tu mano en mi mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;para formar un espacio mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;RunAway&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8717693973581293282?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8717693973581293282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8717693973581293282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8717693973581293282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8717693973581293282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuidame-bien-lo-mio-es-serio-quiero-que.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8609759815990180725</id><published>2010-01-25T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:51:06.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensación..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S14dKLftHkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BxObYb1aE6A/s1600-h/ESTRELLASENELCIELO.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S14dKLftHkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BxObYb1aE6A/s320/ESTRELLASENELCIELO.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayer las estrellas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;titilaban y yo me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;preguntaba si era la&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;única loca que lo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;notaba pero no, todos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;las veían.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya sabia que había&amp;nbsp; una&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;explicación científica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que podía explicar el&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hecho , pero yo me me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quería imaginar que &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;era porque pasaba algo&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;indescriptible, en ese&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lugar, cerca de ellas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Había una en especial que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;cambiaba de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;color,primero roja, blanca,azul, colores cálidos, colores fríos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lindo, Lindo se veía el panorama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Estaba para tirarse en el pastito húmedo y mirarlas hasta que con la luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;del día no se notaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para mirar mas allá de todas las constelaciones habidas por haber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Y sentir la paz interior que daba toda esa situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8609759815990180725?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8609759815990180725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8609759815990180725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8609759815990180725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8609759815990180725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/sensacion.html' title='Sensación..'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S14dKLftHkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BxObYb1aE6A/s72-c/ESTRELLASENELCIELO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-9126512128798400235</id><published>2010-01-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:21:40.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'>Porque usted se mantine en prisión cuando la puerta esta abierta?. Salga de su pensamiento negativo y del miedo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; salir de mi aburrida rutina de adolescente que no tiene nada que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; que todo se salga de su lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; setirme bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quiero &lt;/span&gt;salir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quiero &lt;/span&gt;que mi blog sea decente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-9126512128798400235?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/9126512128798400235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=9126512128798400235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/9126512128798400235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/9126512128798400235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/porque-usted-se-mantine-en-prision.html' title='Porque usted se mantine en prisión cuando la puerta esta abierta?. Salga de su pensamiento negativo y del miedo.'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7561482255741688931</id><published>2010-01-16T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:05:10.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S1UUFr01rxI/AAAAAAAAANM/GQA47wk8O7Y/s1600-h/Imagen+282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S1UUFr01rxI/AAAAAAAAANM/GQA47wk8O7Y/s200/Imagen+282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Esta es la situación en la que estoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Nada tiene sentido hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7561482255741688931?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7561482255741688931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7561482255741688931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7561482255741688931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7561482255741688931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/puse-mi-blog-de-vuelta-igual-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S1UT-DRWDoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ya_MI1sPTek/s72-c/Imagen+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-2798626563130663616</id><published>2010-01-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:38:18.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tengo el presentimiento de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;le caigo mal a la gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-2798626563130663616?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/2798626563130663616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=2798626563130663616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/2798626563130663616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/2798626563130663616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/tengo-el-presentimiento-de-q-u-e-le.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7549660739823581060</id><published>2010-01-05T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:10:52.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida: Regalo o Castigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Siempre cuando en alguna encuesta o en otro lado te preguntan esto, yo por lo menos no se que responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S0QLpkNibfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o-Wvcv7tODY/s1600-h/camininini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S0QLpkNibfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o-Wvcv7tODY/s640/camininini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para mi no se que el la vida, será algo que te lo dan y vos lo tomas como queres, en ciertos mometos puede ser un Regalo y en otras un Castigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero igual yo no lo definiria con solo esas dos palabras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que se yo,yo creo que nunca voy a poder saber con que palabra puedo describir por lo menos &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt; vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Es algo que se dá... una oportunidad que te da algún Alguien para que vos al pasar del tiempo vayas aprendiendo de todos los errores que se cometen en el camino.Y la Disfruten en algún sentido.Y tomes alguno de los muchos caminos que hay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y no hay un camino bueno y uno malo. Hay distintos caminos que uno los toma por cuenta propia...y se va dando cuenta si lo que hizo/hace lo favorece o no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7549660739823581060?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7549660739823581060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7549660739823581060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7549660739823581060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7549660739823581060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-regalo-o-castigo.html' title='Vida: Regalo o Castigo'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/S0QLpkNibfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o-Wvcv7tODY/s72-c/camininini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7820587821981154259</id><published>2010-01-03T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:18:38.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*En este momento tengo un pequeño ataque de claustrofobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7820587821981154259?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7820587821981154259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7820587821981154259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7820587821981154259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7820587821981154259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/che.html' title='Che...'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4822354052720297427</id><published>2010-01-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:24:10.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticos que Critican las Criticas Criticonas'/><title type='text'>Simple Mierda! Basta de Mierda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;-A fines del año 2009 me di cuenta que un monton de personas deseaban que &amp;nbsp; se acabe este mismo año ya que no habia sido un buen año, y creo que ningun año en un sentido o en otro es del todo perfecto. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pero este año en particular le fue mal a mucha gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-La cosa es que ya estamos en el 2010 y yo decidi cambiar mi forma de pensar , de vida digamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como primera cosa, no me voy a compadecer tanto de la gente, y me va a importar un choto lo que piensen de mi, porque estoy harta de negarme a hacer una bocha de cosas, nada mas por el simple hecho de lo que piensen las personas de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asi que ya basta de esa pelotudes, con lo de la compacion hacia la gente es simple, no voy a ponerme en el lugar de otro para que después a ese uno le importe un choto lo que hiciste por él. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voy a seguir con mi posicion que la gente se cree grande o superior por algo que hace cuando es un unico individuo de un mundo gigante lleno de personas que tambien hacen cosas grades y no se creen dios por eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente que quiere resaltar, por cualquier pelotudes que hace y no vive la vida por el simple hecho de querer ser&amp;nbsp; como algun individuo.Asi que&amp;nbsp; voy a seguir criticando a esas personas.Y como dije antes, me va a chupar 3 huevos lo que piensen de mi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todas estas cosas que pienso hacer en este año, es obvio que me van a hacer cambiar, para bien o para mal pero yo ya lo pense y no voy a cambiar de opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sii me tengo que pelear con alguien lo voy a hacer y tambien me chupa un huevo el que se hace cargo de lo que escribo, si se siente alguien tocado, si quiere me lo dice y si no quiero no me lo dice y se va a la puta que lo pario, como dije antes me va a chupar un huevo lo que piensen de mi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pero ya basta de bancarme lo que no me quiero bancar, no voy a ser mas la idiota que se banca todo y que le pone una sonricita falsa a todo para que los demas sean los que la pasen bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nose si voy a empezar a vivir la vida mejor o peor, me iré dando&amp;nbsp; cuanta en el transcurso del tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pero no quiero mas gente que me rompa las pelotas en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4822354052720297427?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4822354052720297427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4822354052720297427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4822354052720297427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4822354052720297427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-mierda-basta-de-mierda.html' title='Simple Mierda! Basta de Mierda!'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-3425396533773232895</id><published>2009-12-29T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:27:28.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola sí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo tengo la teorias de que los duendes son los que van a domiran el mundo, ya que ellos viven en su mundo donde cultivan papas que adentro tienen oro, las cuales venden y viven de eso, pero un dia vendran a nuestro mundo y estafaran al gobierno, ¿como?. Les diran que le sedan el puesto del gobierno a cambio de muchas papas con oro dentro, pero los escurridisos duendes les daran papas que no tedran oro dentro entonces, no solamente se van a quedar con el gobierno, sino tambien con todas las papas con oro dentro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luego cuando ya tengan el mandato del gobierno y de todo,van a cambiar las leyes de economia, de salud, de educacion, ect, y los haran estudiar a todos los menores del mundo de una forma rara&amp;nbsp; la cual los imnotisará y van a tener la creencia de que ellos deben crear otra especie(aparte del ser humano) llamada "MilaCritos", entonces se reproduciran y creceran muchos Milacritos,y los duendes van a seguir viviendo gracias a la gran estafa que les impusieron&amp;nbsp; al gobierno y a la forma de vida de todos los Milacritos que vivan en ese nuevo mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Algo Razonable Cierto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/3243252976399264154-3425396533773232895?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/3425396533773232895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=3425396533773232895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3425396533773232895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3425396533773232895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/hola-si.html' title='Hola sí'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4280722489081885406</id><published>2009-12-24T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:26:17.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticos que Critican las Criticas Criticonas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Che esto de la Navidad no me cabe a mi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Osea todo bien """Papa Noel""" los regalos, la comida, la fiesta , la reunion en familia, pero onda que antes me gustaba pero ahora no, y pienso que odio la pirotecnia, la odio osea yo admito que de chica tire fosforitos, pero no me daba cuenta de la gravedad de la situacion, osea loco cual es la diversion de agarrar un ensendedor prender un hilito tirarlo y que despues haga un ruido de la recocha de tu madre que te aturde hasta el cerebro, y se te atrofia hasta la cera del oido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;EH no lo entiendo y que te salga mal se te insendie una mano y que te tengan que llevar al Instituto del Quemado, y si es muy grave tengas que vivir lo que te queda de vida sin una mano/ojo o lo que sea, por una pelotudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;No se para mi no va asi que se yo! Hay gente que seguro no piensa igual que yo pero esa es mi teoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Porque no se puede pasar una Navidad TRanquila? y que solo existan los fuegos artificiales que nada mas hacen luces, que son re flasheras y sacar fotitos y tomar sidra y frecita y esas cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Pero hay muchos animales que sufren,&amp;nbsp; vos no te imaginas todas las cosas que le agarran a los pobres animales, solo por el hecho de un solo ruidito..., yo no se si te gustaria que te hagarre taquicardia o perdida de la nocion. y yo&amp;nbsp; supongo que la solucion no es DRogar a los animales, dejarlos sueltos y vos te vas a tirar cuetes y a&amp;nbsp; hacer algo que a el le enferma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No se cada vez que se acercan las fiestas yo me pongo a pensar todas esas cosas ,y al pasar de los años, van saliendo mas boludeces para tirar como "LA TORTA DE 100 TIROS" y "LA SUPER CEBOLLA" que te hace llorar hasta el culo ( y no se que otras mierdas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SzO1EgNC4II/AAAAAAAAAI8/xaGtzYd52LU/s1600-h/2na8s20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SzO1EgNC4II/AAAAAAAAAI8/xaGtzYd52LU/s640/2na8s20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;ueno Feliz navidaT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Espero que la pasen sin heridos ni niguna desgracia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4280722489081885406?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4280722489081885406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4280722489081885406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4280722489081885406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4280722489081885406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/che-esto-de-la-navidad-no-me-cabe-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SzO1EgNC4II/AAAAAAAAAI8/xaGtzYd52LU/s72-c/2na8s20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5007573552083892865</id><published>2009-12-22T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:07:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Vida es BASTANTE importante para tomartela enserio...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5007573552083892865?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5007573552083892865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5007573552083892865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5007573552083892865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5007573552083892865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-vida-es-bastante-importante-para.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5754587215501791764</id><published>2009-12-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:53:26.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyhngZNB8RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xxdiJEAhDC4/s1600-h/28+de+nov+191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyhngZNB8RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xxdiJEAhDC4/s640/28+de+nov+191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sentí la Música en el Alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5754587215501791764?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5754587215501791764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5754587215501791764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5754587215501791764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5754587215501791764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/senti-la-musica-en-el-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyhngZNB8RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xxdiJEAhDC4/s72-c/28+de+nov+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-3940364352786931986</id><published>2009-12-15T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:47:57.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponete Las Pilas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chabona que tal si te pones las pilas para dejar de comer galletitas y cosas que engordan todos los dias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vas a terminar mas gorda que Bamonte!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero no puede ser yo quiero dejar de comer pero yo abro la alacena y encuentro 2 paquetes de oreo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se puede resistir a la tentacion cin eso?? eh??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expliquenmelo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No querio haci nos se puede!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y me dieron ganas de escuchar a los Beach Boys, o cualquier musica tranquilita que sea hawaiana o del Caribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;vistes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero si sigo comiendo no me quiero ver en marzo&amp;nbsp; Yikita!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tengo sueño pero no me quiero ir a dormir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiero cantar una cancion pero no me sale ninguna!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mañana me levanto y me tomo un licuadito de Manzana!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si señor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3243252976399264154-3940364352786931986?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/3940364352786931986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=3940364352786931986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3940364352786931986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3940364352786931986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/ponete-las-pilas.html' title='Ponete Las Pilas'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-3159886691143729010</id><published>2009-12-11T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:43:30.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyLmabOYopI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WhkGzZUL07Q/s1600-h/mili+%288%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyLmabOYopI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WhkGzZUL07Q/s400/mili+%288%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estoy de buen humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hace un rato estaba deprimida por que estaba fea (ERA FEA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pero bueno me sente y dije!Bueno vamos a producirnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me pinte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me peine!Y fui linda,Fui linda y bueno segui a si riendo y agarre la camara para sacarME un par de fotos.Y no tenia pilas, si señores no tenia pilas.ENtonces dije no me voy a poner de mal humor y puse las pilas a cargarY bueno aca me encuentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esperando que se carguen las pilas de la camara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ustedes me tenian que ver contenta parecia una sicopata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me reia tipo(mmmmajajaj mjamja mja mjamja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bueno yo me entiendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;EStoy feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-3159886691143729010?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/3159886691143729010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=3159886691143729010&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3159886691143729010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/3159886691143729010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/estoy-de-buen-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SyLmabOYopI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WhkGzZUL07Q/s72-c/mili+%288%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6270001301296440760</id><published>2009-12-11T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:02:13.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S M I L E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6270001301296440760?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6270001301296440760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6270001301296440760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6270001301296440760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6270001301296440760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-m-i-l-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4418794651940761620</id><published>2009-12-11T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:29:07.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Recien iba a poner un re texto de lo que me deprimen las vacaciones,pero no me gusto, lo borre y ahora no voy a poner nada.No tiene sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3243252976399264154-4418794651940761620?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4418794651940761620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4418794651940761620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4418794651940761620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4418794651940761620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/recien-iba-poner-un-re-texto-de-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6465780282234973351</id><published>2009-12-10T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:22:45.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;DEPRESI&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;DEPRESIO&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6465780282234973351?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6465780282234973351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6465780282234973351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6465780282234973351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6465780282234973351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/d-epresion-d-e-presion-de-p-resion-dep.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7463610901738180078</id><published>2009-12-07T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:37:02.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy no me quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy soy fea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy siento frio en mi mano derecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy mi pelo esta opaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy soy gorda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy no me bañe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy no me rei con ganas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy comi mucho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy estoy mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy me falta un abrazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy no me&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;arregle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Hoy&amp;nbsp; quiero&amp;nbsp; dormir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoy me siento pequeña... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sx3q4yC3O0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qpe32byJvRM/s1600-h/5mwd9w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sx3q4yC3O0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qpe32byJvRM/s400/5mwd9w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7463610901738180078?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7463610901738180078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7463610901738180078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7463610901738180078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7463610901738180078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoy-no-me-quiero-hoy-soy-fea-hoy-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sx3q4yC3O0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qpe32byJvRM/s72-c/5mwd9w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-1724319913649372960</id><published>2009-12-05T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:39:35.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consejos Utiles para la Vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cuando estan tomando leche caliente y comen vainillas... No la sumerjan mucho en el vaso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Conclucion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*Se rompe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*Se te cae adentro del vaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*Se desarma toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*No la podes comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Te queda la leche horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-1724319913649372960?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/1724319913649372960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=1724319913649372960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1724319913649372960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1724319913649372960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/cuando-estan-tomando-leche-caliente-y.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-169956813669367539</id><published>2009-12-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:11:07.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticos que Critican las Criticas Criticonas'/><title type='text'>¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sxh3zGEY8LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vqesoWMCWJw/s1600-h/mili.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sxh3zGEY8LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vqesoWMCWJw/s320/mili.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoy quiero hacer una critica a las personas de la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;Cierto dia estaba viendo la TV un programa que no nombrare ya que le estaria haciendo publicidad.Pero pasaban una nota en la cual ponian 2 personas del mismo sexo en una plaza besandose.(Nada raro para una persona normal).Pero para ciertas personas si, ya que el chabon que hacia la nota elegia a personas al azar y les preguntaba que les parecida ver a esas 2 pesonas besandose.&lt;br /&gt;Habia gente que decia que le parecia perfecto pero habia otra que decia que era un afalta de respeto para las personas, y que no podian hacer eso en la via publica, ya que como era un espacio publico nadie tenia derecho a ver esa cosa tan (DESAGRADABLE)para ellos.&lt;br /&gt;Loco me parece una idiotes pensar de esa manera a caso que si veian a dos personas de DISTINTO sexo no habrian dicho lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Son dos personas comunes y corrientes con una orientacion sexual diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Dale chabon como si estuvieran cogiendo (para decilo a lo negro).&lt;br /&gt;Bueno Pero juro que me dio mucha bronca eso.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien me jode eso de la ley que hay que dice que dos&amp;nbsp; perosnas del mismo sexo (homosexuales) no se pueden casar.Osea eso del los dos chabones que se querian casar antes de ayer pero no los dejaron esta bien que no los dejen (es como me explicaban la otra vez)Por mas que una jueza diga - SI SE PUEDEN CASAR.Hay una ley que lo prohibe aparte onda los chabones se casan y los demas que no se pueden casar que se caguen? no&amp;nbsp; no es asi.&lt;br /&gt;Para mi no tendria que hacer ninguna ley que prohiba que&amp;nbsp; las personas del mismo sexo de puedan casar.&lt;br /&gt;Osea re cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bueno solo queria descargar mi bronca hacia las leyes y personas que no entiende nada de la vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-169956813669367539?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/169956813669367539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=169956813669367539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/169956813669367539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/169956813669367539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='¬¬'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sxh3zGEY8LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vqesoWMCWJw/s72-c/mili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5446162708620527774</id><published>2009-11-30T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:44:37.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque la gente me Obliga a estar de mal humor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5446162708620527774?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5446162708620527774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5446162708620527774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5446162708620527774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5446162708620527774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-la-gente-me-obliga-estar-de-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5936184720810162143</id><published>2009-11-30T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:45:15.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciclotimia...Lado Malo'/><title type='text'>Porque Porque Porque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque no me sale decirlo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque tengo miedo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque es asi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque no,lo dije desde un principio?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque es dificil?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque pienso que no me van a elegir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque esta ahi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque no banco eso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque se la hacen facil?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque tiene que pasar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque me parece que ya es tarde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque es dificil elegir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque soy asi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque es asi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque no se puede ir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque no me deja(n) en paz?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Porque te hacen la vida imposible Milagros &lt;br /&gt;Lo podes hablar Lo podes cambiar, pero tenes que elegir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;y va a pasar lo que tenga que pasar Milagros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Este problema se va a arreglar o desarreglar cuando te arriesgues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pero tenes miedo de Hablarlo y de arriesgarte por miedo a lo que viene&amp;nbsp; despues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Es Muy Dificil para vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Algun dia Lo tendras que arreglar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Es raro que con tu caracter no hables y no seas hija de puta pero bueno Milagros lo Hablas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;o te lo bancas hasta la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Es Asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(esto no debe ocupar tus pensamientos ) ya se que no lo podes controlar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5936184720810162143?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5936184720810162143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5936184720810162143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5936184720810162143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5936184720810162143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-porque-porque.html' title='Porque Porque Porque'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-213352163035040439</id><published>2009-11-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:46:04.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milagros la Ñoña'/><title type='text'>Estoy Loca O Me Parece?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Estaba escuchando Venga Boys y empece a escuchar voces con mensajes del Más Allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Superé el nivel de ñoñes, me dí cuanta que el ángulo de la pared del patio de mi casa es obtuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-213352163035040439?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/213352163035040439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=213352163035040439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/213352163035040439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/213352163035040439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-loca-o-me-parece.html' title='Estoy Loca O Me Parece?'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-9145031658079380984</id><published>2009-11-22T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:15:44.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora que tengo MP4 me siento re GROSA (a ree)</title><content type='html'>Oh si que bueno! Volver a esos dias de viajar en el bondi para ir al colegio con la musica al taco sin escuchar a la gente que dice "un escolar" "cinco" uno veinticinco" "uno veinte" "uno diez" "uno hasta plaza flores"&lt;br /&gt;O que discuta o el ruido de la puerta cuando se abre (psssssssssssssssssssssssss)(jaja)&lt;br /&gt;Y estar en mi mundo escuchando mi musica sin que nadie me joda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se imaginan un mundo sin musica? No seria lo peor de la vida, yo creo que no podriamos vivir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Que seria de las fiestas ? De las jodas ?de la vida?eh eh que seria?&lt;br /&gt;Buenoo la verdad que no se que sería?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno ya qu hablamos de la musica esto es lo que puse en mi MP4 para escuchar:(una variedad amplia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Sum 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Shantel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Resistencia Suburbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Cindy Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Abba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Venga Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Charly Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Rata Blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Maná&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪The Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Kansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Guns n' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Las Pastillas del Abuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Enya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪El Cuarteto de Nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Vox Dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Bounc3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪CatupecuMachu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Rod Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;♪Bersuit Vergarabat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Swnh0PA3LmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xuB5nlqAuaA/s1600/IMG_1384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Swnh0PA3LmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xuB5nlqAuaA/s320/IMG_1384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cambiame la musica!Cambiame la musica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f97c00; 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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si con C por que soy re-belde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4496701069486902720?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4496701069486902720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4496701069486902720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4496701069486902720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4496701069486902720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversacion.html' title='Conversación'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8354745152782498365</id><published>2009-11-16T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:25:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayuscula con MAYUSCULA</title><content type='html'>En este tiempo he tenido UN PROBLEMA&amp;nbsp; con las Mayusculas Tengo un problema, tengo que pone Todas las palabras con Mayuscula.(ponele que ahora lo hago un toque a propocito ) pero es la posta Tengo que poner todo con mayuscula! nose porque es un TIC.Una COsa de NO creer.Igual&amp;nbsp; solamente en el Teclado&amp;nbsp; no cuando escribo MANUSCRITAMENTE ( se dice asi?)&lt;br /&gt;Osea por ejemplo si tengo que escribir una frase como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*jose la tiene grande.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La escribo asi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Jose La Tiene Grande&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Osea nisiquiera asi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Jose la tiene grande&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Jose La Tiene Grande&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE entiende señores? Se nota la diferencia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUeno es algo que queria comentarles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a hacer laminitas que son re divertidicimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau Fumen mucho porro (ojo)(solamente si quieren terminar como yo)(hablando de las mayusculas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ACa&amp;nbsp; tené La ÑOÑES en personAaAA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8354745152782498365?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8354745152782498365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8354745152782498365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8354745152782498365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8354745152782498365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/mayuscula-con-mayuscula.html' title='Mayuscula con MAYUSCULA'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6137968370405523235</id><published>2009-11-02T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:19:24.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No soy una de esas personas que les gusta los dias de lluvia siempre, o cuando estan en la casa.Ampliando no me gusta la lluvia. si estas en tu casa te aburris y no podes salir a ningun lado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si estas en el colegio es un re bolonqui todos los pisos enchastrados de tierra y ensima mojado imaginate es un asco!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como soy muy espesifica les voy a decir que nada mas me gusta la lluvia cuando estoy en la calle y hace mucho calor Es lo más ya que refresca y ya no tenes mas calor.Y llegas a tu casa tomo mojado y te vas a dar una ducha bien calentita que te relaja o un baño de sales.(hablando de eso)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como amo los baños de sales son lo más,no&amp;nbsp; lo hago muy seguido solamente en veranito,cuando me duele la cabeza del calor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque en invierno de estar 2 horas en la bañera el agua se enfria y me termino resfriando. Pero en verano es lo mas, llenas la bañera pones la sal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(ja) la mejor parte cuando entras y sentis los pedacitos de sal en tus pies.Despues cuando se disuelve,cerras los ojos te relajas y despues de hora hora y media salis bien tranquilo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lo +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6137968370405523235?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6137968370405523235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6137968370405523235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6137968370405523235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6137968370405523235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-soy-una-de-esas-personas-que-les.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-1327526968273910867</id><published>2009-11-01T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:27:40.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;ME ODIO y TE ODIO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-1327526968273910867?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/1327526968273910867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=1327526968273910867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1327526968273910867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1327526968273910867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-odio.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6241471403792352657</id><published>2009-10-31T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:38:12.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuzXQKybvCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mOQOEHZ-ydI/s1600-h/noi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuzXQKybvCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mOQOEHZ-ydI/s640/noi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Me he dado cuenta que me encantan los chicOs con rastas,les queda tan bien.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ojo nada más si tienen más de 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pequeño Detalle&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;olamente a los chicOs es como que les da un toke de Ternura!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6241471403792352657?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6241471403792352657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6241471403792352657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6241471403792352657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6241471403792352657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-he-dado-cuenta-que-me-encantan-los.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuzXQKybvCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mOQOEHZ-ydI/s72-c/noi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-4781629975275471683</id><published>2009-10-30T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:38:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daaale No Me Digas Que No Es Un Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut07sYY-hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0lcWthYZzw8/s1600-h/TILI+%2838%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut07sYY-hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0lcWthYZzw8/s400/TILI+%2838%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut00cAD-MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PSLU9xV0HTs/s1600-h/TILI+%2836%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut00cAD-MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PSLU9xV0HTs/s400/TILI+%2836%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut0wkFwZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0A8WePo0L2o/s1600-h/TILI+%2834%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut0wkFwZxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0A8WePo0L2o/s400/TILI+%2834%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut0thtFHbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qzj05_y0PfQ/s1600-h/TILI+%2815%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut0thtFHbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Qzj05_y0PfQ/s400/TILI+%2815%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SutzmTbLNuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aNG7si9PzfY/s1600-h/TILI+%2853%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SutzmTbLNuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aNG7si9PzfY/s400/TILI+%2853%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Es tan lindo. Hace nada más 3 dias que lo tengo y ya le saque mas de 60 fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;...Juega como un loco. Hasta que se saca y empieza a porderte hasta las pestañas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Esta es la cara que te pone cuando te vas a dormir.No solamente pone esta cara sino tambien empieza a llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ES como un hijo me despierta a las 6 de la mañana llorando y hasta que no se duerme no lo puedo dejar porque se pone a llorar de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Lo amo, LO amo Lo amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Me alegro la vida.Saben lo que es llegar a casa y que te reciba mortiendo tus zapatos, saltando y queriendo que lo suba y lo abrace?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;La cuestión por la cual lo tragimos a casa es muy simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yo estaba con mi vieja y mi tia&amp;nbsp; en Parque avellaneda.No solo habia muchos perritos lindos sino que tambien yo queria dibujar algun paisaje pero no me gusta hacerlocon personas que me estan rodeando y mirando si lo hago bien con que perspectiva y de que angulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Entonces le dije a mi vieja que queria un perro para llevarlo todas las tardes de domingo al Parque jugar con él y mientras dibujar lo que quiera sin que nadie me moleste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como era obvio que&amp;nbsp; no la iva a convenser a mi vieja con eso. Le di un ejemplo muy simple.Le dije algo similar a esto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Quiero un perro mamá, necesito un perro, quiero un pEEEERRROoo,&amp;nbsp; dale dale pero escuchame porque vos me decis si como a los locos y despues nada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Necesito un perro.Viste cuando uno nesesita sexo y no lo puede tener? Bueno a mi me pasa lo mismo pero con un perro, lo necesito, lo quiero Dale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bueno y haci fue como la convenci de que necesitaba un perro, tambien asi fue como el martes despúes de volver de la manifestacion del colegio.La llame cuando estaba en el bondi y me dijo que tenia una sorpresa para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yo me lo re imagine que era un perro pero no me queria ilucionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pero cuando lleguè vi que era el perro que tanto decie desde la muerte de mis otras 2 mascotas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bueno el es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATILIO&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;SI ya se es feo el nombre pero yo solo me conformo con decirle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;TILI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-4781629975275471683?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/4781629975275471683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=4781629975275471683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4781629975275471683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/4781629975275471683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/daaale-no-me-digas-que-no-es-un-amor.html' title='Daaale No Me Digas Que No Es Un Amor...'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/Sut07sYY-hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0lcWthYZzw8/s72-c/TILI+%2838%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5170049061089355276</id><published>2009-10-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:50:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frutillitas coon AzúCar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHi2JMVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gkF7vRsavYA/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHi2JMVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gkF7vRsavYA/s400/IMG_0637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHm1HAIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CCTCBMtjgO8/s1600-h/IMG_0663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHm1HAIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CCTCBMtjgO8/s400/IMG_0663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHp9aVfbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZLCQHiRzSTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHp9aVfbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZLCQHiRzSTQ/s400/IMG_0642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHsxakCSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xmPKa3k7_QU/s1600-h/IMG_0653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHsxakCSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xmPKa3k7_QU/s400/IMG_0653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHwNF8StI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fVU1hRzp45w/s1600-h/IMG_0655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHwNF8StI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fVU1hRzp45w/s400/IMG_0655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5170049061089355276?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5170049061089355276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5170049061089355276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5170049061089355276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5170049061089355276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Frutillitas coon AzúCar'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SuTHi2JMVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gkF7vRsavYA/s72-c/IMG_0637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8956977558597856248</id><published>2009-10-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:23:29.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busco ser feliz y no puedo serlo.&lt;br /&gt;Seria que la vida nunca es como uno quiere?&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;yo me la complico para estar del orto todo el tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;o los demas tiene la culpa?&lt;br /&gt;oh..... (esta es de la que estoy mas segura)...Me meo un dinosaurio ni bien naci?&lt;br /&gt;Posta nunca puedo estar un dia sin estar aunque sea un segundo con cara de orto!&lt;br /&gt;Pero tengo la esperanza que algun día lo voy a lograr.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantaría ser una persona que pueda disfrutar la vida aunque se le pongan diezmil palos en la rueda!&lt;br /&gt;Y reirme de las cosas que me salen mal. y de las que me salen bien tambien!&lt;br /&gt;Y poder dar consejos sabios por la vida!&lt;br /&gt;Y no ser tan resentida y rencorosa!&lt;br /&gt;Y que la gente no me Odie!&lt;br /&gt;Y&amp;nbsp; no poner de orto a la gente poruqe YO estoy&amp;nbsp; del orto&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy el problema!&lt;br /&gt;Y no mandarme mas cagadas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Sigo exagerando no estan asi, pero tengo razon.)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOY UNA PERSONA QUE NO DISFRUTA LA VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8956977558597856248?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8956977558597856248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8956977558597856248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8956977558597856248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8956977558597856248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/busco-ser-feliz-y-no-puedo-serlo.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5047235141535409708</id><published>2009-10-22T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:24:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me hize las &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rastas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y soy feliz, feliz feliz.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-5047235141535409708?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5047235141535409708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5047235141535409708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5047235141535409708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5047235141535409708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-hize-las-rastas-y-soy-feliz-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-8868078361428741074</id><published>2009-10-14T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:17:44.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio</title><content type='html'>Se han dado cuanta que en casi todas mis entradas esta la palabra&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt; ODIO&lt;/b&gt; es una cosa de no creer (ah porque)&lt;br /&gt;No pero posta en mi Bitacora Siempre empiezo a escribir con la frase &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Odio mi vida"&lt;/span&gt; y ahora que lo pienso y lo analizo. No es tan así.&lt;br /&gt;Gente que no me conociera diria " Que vida de mierda tiene esta mina".&lt;br /&gt;Pero no es tan asi. Si puede ser, Tengo mis problemas que no me gusta contaselos a las personas , YA que me odiarian.&lt;br /&gt;Pero odiar mi vida ya es muy exagerado.La odio en algun sentido no en TODO .&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno hasta que se termine el año 2009 o&amp;nbsp; hasta que se resuelva ESE problema que me esta taladrando la cabeza no creo que este de buen humor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero creo que hoy lo disimule mucho mi mal humor !!&lt;br /&gt;Y ojala pueda hacerlo para no pudrir a las personas que me tienen que bancar. Todos los dias (Ellos saben a quienes me refiero).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-8868078361428741074?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/8868078361428741074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=8868078361428741074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8868078361428741074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/8868078361428741074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/odio.html' title='Odio'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6661762350759340943</id><published>2009-10-14T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:44:48.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ODIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tener que estar de mal humor por algo que nadie puede saber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6661762350759340943?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6661762350759340943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6661762350759340943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6661762350759340943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6661762350759340943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/odio-tener-que-estar-de-mal-humor-por.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-5473022541212485268</id><published>2009-10-03T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:55:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relato de la situación en la cual me encontraba ayer entre las 22:03 y las 22:41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aca en mi pieza escribiendo, escuchando a Paulina Rubio, comiendo un sanguchito de milanga y tomando Coca-Cola sin gas... deprimente lo mio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Con los ojos llorosos ; porque hace un rato lloraba por la nota de biología (6)...Y por lo pelotuda que soy (yo me entiendo).AH tambien por mi cara de fisura llena de lagrimitas y granitos explotados (q' asco) que a simple vista se ven puntitos rojos que quedan para la reverenda mierda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Estoy escuchando la radio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;estoy aburrida mirando mi muñeca de porcelana que esta adelante del espejo,observo, que perfectas son las muñecas ¿no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque no podemos ser como muñecas, con sus ojitos que parecen que te siguen, con sus pestañas ultra largas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;su nariz ni chiquita ni grande y una boca con su color rosa oscurito con un leve toque de brillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que perfecta , que perfectas son las muñecas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque nosostras nos vemos un día linda y otro fea, siempre según el humor , supongo yo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero la verdad que ultimamente me estoy sintiendo todos los dias fea...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y que tal si es una realidad,que tal si yo siempre fui fea y nunca lo quize admitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soy fea y como mi humor ultimamente tambien no fue muy bueno , ahora es mas notorio lo fea que soy ¿Será eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No lo se... bueno basta de prejuicios, me voy a seguir llorando o a comerme otro pedacito de milanesa o a arreglarme (pintarme) un poco a ver si este rostro tiene arreglo&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;no creo, pero bueno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SsfkNiMWTyI/AAAAAAAAACg/RlLI52PMqlc/s1600-h/IMG_0433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SsfkNiMWTyI/AAAAAAAAACg/RlLI52PMqlc/s320/IMG_0433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mi muñeca de porcelana... &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/3243252976399264154-5473022541212485268?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/5473022541212485268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=5473022541212485268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5473022541212485268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/5473022541212485268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/10/relato-de-la-situacion-en-la-cual-me.html' title='Relato de la situación en la cual me encontraba ayer entre las 22:03 y las 22:41'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SsfkNiMWTyI/AAAAAAAAACg/RlLI52PMqlc/s72-c/IMG_0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6690973908288278450</id><published>2009-09-30T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:38:48.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALGUNAS COSAS QUE ODIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO la sopa con mucho caldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO el mate cocido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que las cosas sean desparejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO los hombres con uñas largas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; el numero 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO las personas hipocritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; las personas si personalidad/originalidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO las miguitas en la mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; perder las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO la inferioridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que mamá se enoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que mamá llore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que la compu ande lenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que la compu se tilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO mis momentos de no saber que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; los comienzos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO los finales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lo impuntual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO la comuda muy salada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; la sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO la imprudencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ODIO el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO la timidez propia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; ser antisocial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIOla desconfianza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; el arrepentimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO las personas que quieren figurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a la Confa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO el olor del jabón de los Mc Donald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; estar resfriada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que se me paspen los labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no tener internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; levantarme los dias de frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que justo llueva los dias de eventos especiales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que me ardan los ojos porque Mamá pica cebollas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no saber pintarme las uñas bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; comerme las uñas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que no me crescan las uñas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que mc donald´s/buber king este tan caro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la gente proteste sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la gente se crea todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la gente discuta lo indiscutible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que no me den la razón cuando la tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que la camara no tenga memoria cuando quiero sacar una foto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO a los que roban por placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que no se me calienten los pies cuando tengo frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no tener ganas de bañarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO a los mosquitos en verano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO a las moscas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO a las cucarachas&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO el color ocre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO el rissotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que las lapiceras no anden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO a Boca Juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO equivocarme en una lamina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO hacer el calitecno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la gente te boludée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que se corte la luz cuando uso la compu o miro la tele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO los silencios incomodos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mi inseguridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no arriesgarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no confiar en mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la hora se pase rapido cuando no quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que la hora no pase cuando quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; tener errores de ortografá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO los errores de ortografía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no tener inspiracion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO querer llorar por nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no estar conforme conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO sentirme gorda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; ser gorda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO ir a Dibujo y composicion los martes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; los dias martes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO tener la nariz tapada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; el dolor de diafragma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO que no haya nada en la tele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que no tiren la cadena del baño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no hacer un deporte cuando lo quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO aburrirme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; el dolor de muela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no encontrar la puntita de la cinta scoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; que las mascotas se mueran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO no poder tener una mascota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; los granitos en mi cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO mis pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; a la vieja del kiosco de enfrente de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO el pan duro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que no haya pan cuando hay huevo frito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO estar mal de la panza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; la inflacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO lo que hacen de la politica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;ODIO&amp;nbsp; a Bustos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Bueno en fin ODIO muchisimas cosas de la vida, estas son algunas seguro que quedan muchisimas mas , aunque tambien estan las que amo que las pondre otro día...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6690973908288278450?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6690973908288278450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6690973908288278450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6690973908288278450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6690973908288278450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/09/algunas-cosas-que-odio.html' title='ALGUNAS COSAS QUE ODIO'/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-7819737482399010260</id><published>2009-09-18T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:49:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Alguien me puede explicar cual es el Sentido de la Vida , Por que lo busque en wikipedia y no me aparecio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Que raro no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-7819737482399010260?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/7819737482399010260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=7819737482399010260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7819737482399010260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/7819737482399010260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/09/alguien-me-puede-explicar-cual-es-el.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-1301012331387116860</id><published>2009-09-16T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:50:01.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SrFc2bEJWMI/AAAAAAAAABk/rqwQmCrP2Bs/s1600-h/MilaCros.+%2876%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SrFdUtThdHI/AAAAAAAAABs/sMUMvtLkOFg/s1600-h/MilaCros.+%2876%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SrFdUtThdHI/AAAAAAAAABs/sMUMvtLkOFg/s320/MilaCros.+%2876%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;QUIERO&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; DORMIR Y DORMIR Y DORMIR Y DORMIR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Y DESPERTAR CUANDO SE TERMINE TODO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-1301012331387116860?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/1301012331387116860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=1301012331387116860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1301012331387116860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/1301012331387116860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/09/quiero-dormir-y-dormir-y-dormir-y.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SrFdUtThdHI/AAAAAAAAABs/sMUMvtLkOFg/s72-c/MilaCros.+%2876%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243252976399264154.post-6200421096236153105</id><published>2009-09-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:07:32.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SqkN4oaGo9I/AAAAAAAAABc/fnzHkol_gwo/s1600-h/MilaCros.+(126).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SqkN4oaGo9I/AAAAAAAAABc/fnzHkol_gwo/s320/MilaCros.+(126).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SE &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;imaginan una fabrica de felicidad donde todos los buenos momentos, recuerdos, anectodas y demás salgan de allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Donde no alla rencores de nada que se inventen cosas buenas y solo cosas buenas donde se realicen todos sus sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Y ver personas Que corren y corren de felicidad y que rían de todos sus inventos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que el mundo sea una fabrica de felicidad y no sea lo que es ahora...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Un mundo lleno de&amp;nbsp;soberbia donde parece que las gotas de lluvia que caen del cielo sean &amp;nbsp;ODIO-RENCOR-ENVIDIA-TRISTEZA-VENGANZA. &amp;nbsp;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Si el mundo fuera una fabrica de felicidad nada de eso&amp;nbsp;existiría&amp;nbsp;seríamos todos felices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;JAJA que&amp;nbsp;ironía la mía, pensar que todo eso pudiese pasar !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Jamás PoDría pasar... pero un poco esperanzas, ilusiones o deseos no le hace mal a nadie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que Deilirante que soy...Por favor Que delirante... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243252976399264154-6200421096236153105?l=lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/feeds/6200421096236153105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243252976399264154&amp;postID=6200421096236153105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6200421096236153105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243252976399264154/posts/default/6200421096236153105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasteoriasdemili.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-imaginan-una-fabrica-de-felicidad.html' title=''/><author><name>MilaCros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979687898834806261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWmdv34IRU/TwfrPcpGbnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GxbS8ZSd2SI/s220/Dibujo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1lj8U-Udl38/SqkN4oaGo9I/AAAAAAAAABc/fnzHkol_gwo/s72-c/MilaCros.+(126).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
