tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85191848837696927152011-08-02T19:18:17.674-07:00Maluleichnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519184883769692715.post-44320000858028437822009-10-23T08:48:00.000-07:002009-10-23T08:51:02.703-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" >Si pudieras olvidar <br /> tu mente frente a mi<br />se que tu corazón<br /> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" >diría que sí..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519184883769692715-4432000085802843782?l=malululaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluleichnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519184883769692715.post-74669761770493739192009-10-19T17:44:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:45:40.269-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/St0IE57fM3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YuGLGnaCYak/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/St0IE57fM3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YuGLGnaCYak/s400/Dibujo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394476809022550898" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519184883769692715-7466976177049373919?l=malululaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluleichnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519184883769692715.post-79639155189885956662009-10-19T17:29:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:36:48.067-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/St0F9u-HtHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LvCBDiXxRnI/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/St0F9u-HtHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LvCBDiXxRnI/s320/Dibujo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474486798464114" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" >Soy histerica pero el pendejo inmaduro q no sabe manejar a esta histerica atorranta sos vos. Pero no!!! q vas a pensar, si el pendejo inmaduro q no se hace cargo ni de su inseguridad sos vos. Me canse d vivir siempre la misma historia, me canse me ab<span class="text_exposed_hide"></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">urri d dar vueltas y q siempre termine en un "sos histerica".</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">S</span>e termino y esta vez es para siempre</span></span></span></span></h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519184883769692715-7963915518988595666?l=malululaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluleichnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519184883769692715.post-6297508384165635482009-10-17T13:14:00.000-07:002009-10-17T13:19:16.481-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/Stomhgg0anI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nF7bhKqadM/s1600-h/1255396210441_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/Stomhgg0anI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nF7bhKqadM/s320/1255396210441_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393665860834716274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >A<span style="font-size:180%;">pareciste un día en ed física, como cualqier persona puede aparecer y nos pusimos hablar. Recuerdo qe no paramos d hablar, hablabamos y hablabamos como si la vida se había parado para q nosotras nos conozcamos. Ese día quien me iba a decir, que ibas a ser mi mejor amiga, mi otra mitad, mi brazo derecho. La persona q mas me conoce.... Gracias por todos los días cumplir tu rol, y gracias por dejarme cumplirlo con vos. TE AMOOOOOOOOO</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519184883769692715-629750838416563548?l=malululaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluleichnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519184883769692715.post-8162271645919936102009-10-17T13:08:00.000-07:002009-10-17T13:13:36.594-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/StoksqPUOZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0B7tXZLDyog/s1600-h/100_0903.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6mEwLMVwPg/StoksqPUOZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0B7tXZLDyog/s320/100_0903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393663853400963474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> Son mi sostén, mi fuerza, mi alegría son lo mejor que me regalo la vida. Son las ganas que tengo de levantarte cada día, son las manos que me levantan en cada caída. Son mis amigas, son mis hermanas....Son lo mejor q me pudo pasar..<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: lucida grande;">.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: courier new;">Las amo</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519184883769692715-816227164591993610?l=malululaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluleichnoreply@blogger.com0