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href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/feeds/2687589106741853259/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html'/><author><name>Lorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13753227187877397968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZP6mPrvcv0/SofE4QVDl_I/AAAAAAAAABY/9CpeEJWq-Vc/S220/mafalda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-1739409214069194229</id><published>2011-10-13T03:56:45.809+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:56:45.809+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pues sí, hasta que no se pierde algo no se valora ...</title><content type='html'>Pues sí, hasta que no se pierde algo no se valora realmente lo perdido. &lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando te dicen que se sentían muy bien contigo, que estaban muy a gusto, que le gustas, pero aún así te dejan por haberle contado un montón de gilipolleces una vez. No sé, es muy duro. Si los dos sienten, por qué hacerse daño en vez de disfrutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bstos Lore, y vuelve pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepe.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1739409214069194229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1739409214069194229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1318456605809#c1739409214069194229' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1907502613'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-1100573540689847359</id><published>2011-06-26T02:30:52.714+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:30:52.714+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola, Lorena! Pues yo creo que sí te quiso, y por ...</title><content type='html'>Hola, Lorena! Pues yo creo que sí te quiso, y por lo que has contado de él, además creo que te quiso mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas nunca son blancas o negras. Y mucho menos en algo tan complejo como las relaciones amorosas.&lt;br /&gt;En lo que sí te doy la razón (y hablo a partir de lo poco que sé de la historia, que será la punta del iceberg), es en que quizá se rindió demasiado, pronto, o no fue lo suficientemente valiente como para seguir adelante con todo a pesar de los problemas.&lt;br /&gt;En fin... Agua pasada, ya sabes.&lt;br /&gt;Besos!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1100573540689847359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1100573540689847359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1309033852714#c1100573540689847359' title=''/><author><name>La gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990102475009702892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00926863079663628531'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6g6PD-JdRI/S4vg3j8SojI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yTXyBEKV2z0/S220/GATITA.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-408990951'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-6415677642159189275</id><published>2011-06-25T15:02:38.237+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:02:38.237+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cierta es la frase, pero cuando esta descompensado...</title><content type='html'>Cierta es la frase, pero cuando esta descompensado, y una de las partes va mas alla, aunque duela, hay que tirar palante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mira lo que me paso ayer, me encontre con mi ex, y en un ir y venir de preguntas, me dice que que tal me va, yo la digo que muy bien haciendo mis cosillas , mis hobbies y me dice ella, y solo en casa , no? no si tu siempre has querido eso. La verdad no se a que viene ese reproche, mas aun cuando ya tiene novio y esta viviendo con el, no lo entiendo, pero bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bss Lorena</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/6415677642159189275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/6415677642159189275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308992558237#c6415677642159189275' title=''/><author><name>Tuga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-71550294'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-3207744054190110176</id><published>2011-06-24T18:01:00.836+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:01:00.836+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué cierto eso...</title><content type='html'>Qué cierto eso...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3207744054190110176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3207744054190110176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308916860836#c3207744054190110176' title=''/><author><name>Nereida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00981168048384702505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10476972484662579736'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6A7NaIlacA/TcUoTkeS0_I/AAAAAAAAATg/XgHp1L8ss58/s220/IMG_3496.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-763376523'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-1663339283060576961</id><published>2011-06-24T02:29:20.611+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:29:20.611+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabo de dejar a mi novia y me siento bastante ide...</title><content type='html'>Acabo de dejar a mi novia y me siento bastante identificado con todo lo que estáis diciendo. Creo que he hecho el canelo, soy gilipollas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1663339283060576961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/1663339283060576961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308860960611#c1663339283060576961' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-101293390'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-6032518887677053527</id><published>2011-06-23T02:20:26.923+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:20:26.923+06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOla Lorena,

Estoy muy deacuerdo contigo, para se...</title><content type='html'>HOla Lorena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy deacuerdo contigo, para seguir queriendo a alguien pero se debe querer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/6032518887677053527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/6032518887677053527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308774026923#c6032518887677053527' title=''/><author><name>Aiakidēs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347565052203213990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdEt1L23Js8/TBFaVi4cUZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IB_rhFOpjDM/S220/1peter_pan800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1364275892'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-7610049338507050994</id><published>2011-06-22T15:00:02.637+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:00:02.637+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Es triste...pero te entiendo

;)</title><content type='html'>Es triste...pero te entiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/7610049338507050994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/7610049338507050994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308733202637#c7610049338507050994' title=''/><author><name>Zruspa_JB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18333474172123293669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01518315154720397482'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qCX8OGJ7GI/TEnPJ2vf58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-mWKbWmB4DE/S220/victoryself2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-887913652'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2570635559671161279</id><published>2011-06-22T04:52:18.249+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T04:52:18.249+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corroboro la frasecita...! ¿Buscamos unas pautas e...</title><content type='html'>Corroboro la frasecita...! ¿Buscamos unas pautas entre todos para saber como se sabe si estas enamorado? jaja!&lt;br /&gt;Muak</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/2570635559671161279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/2570635559671161279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308696738249#c2570635559671161279' title=''/><author><name>Sirenita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05650601017326623681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03163141662031599264'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkYA3UpU-K8/SwxJa5pJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RhqdTii466I/s1600-R/piruleta.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1922640226'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-9036066279693966182</id><published>2011-06-22T03:22:15.680+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:22:15.680+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jejeje...

Ay, Escarlata, Escarlata... cuánto Char...</title><content type='html'>Jejeje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, Escarlata, Escarlata... cuánto Charles Hamilton, cuánto Frank Kennedy... y qué pocos Rhett Butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. Ashley era tan amable, tan enrollado, taaan, pero taaan majo... y, a la hora de la verdad, tan cap...llo.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/9036066279693966182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/9036066279693966182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308691335680#c9036066279693966182' title=''/><author><name>AM Editorial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161516266879041109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05720855081244052912'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1IGVQi4u4/TNrwUINaJtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MpvfC3TpsLU/S220/AM-Editorial%2Bbueno.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-564643461'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-4045841394754735906</id><published>2011-06-22T01:46:19.563+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:46:19.563+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Casi seguro que te quiso, pero &amp;quot;no quiso&amp;quot...</title><content type='html'>Casi seguro que te quiso, pero &amp;quot;no quiso&amp;quot; darse cuenta. Y casi con seguridad ahora se pregunta por qué no intentó averiguar, cuando tuvo la oportunidad, hasta qué punto te quería.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea como sea es cierto que a veces no nos damos cuenta de lo que tenemos hasta que lo perdemos, pero no es menos cierto que el tiempo pasa para los dos y, como dice Lavidaenfotos, alguien que te quiere no te mantiene lejos, o al menos no demasiado tiempo. Salvo que sea infinitamente tonto, lo cual, conociéndote, me parece sin duda la única opción posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/4045841394754735906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/4045841394754735906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308685579563#c4045841394754735906' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1690310264'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-5599573292916635754</id><published>2011-06-22T00:11:38.640+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:11:38.640+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un poco triste... pero muy cierto a veces.</title><content type='html'>Un poco triste... pero muy cierto a veces.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/5599573292916635754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/5599573292916635754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308679898640#c5599573292916635754' title=''/><author><name>meloenvuelvepararegalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08434315600153466668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03541899397657580830'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IM5CNufH4xs/TXOT4lVcFuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I2LBHzLkUik/s220/lamevamaleta.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1791351911'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2929149006561162810</id><published>2011-06-21T22:09:11.109+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:09:11.109+06:00</updated><title type='text'>La persona que te quiere, no te mantiene lejos. Es...</title><content type='html'>La persona que te quiere, no te mantiene lejos. Es la simple pero rotunda realidad. Lo malo es que cuando te dejan siempre suelen soltarte amarres del tipo: no eres tú, soy yo; te sigo queriendo pero....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....pero no, es mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que si existe es la dependencia emocional. Es como cuando no usas unos pantalones porque tienes unos nuevos, pero basta que alguien te los pida para que vuelvan a hacerte falta...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/2929149006561162810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/2929149006561162810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308672551109#c2929149006561162810' title=''/><author><name>lavidaenfotos.es</name><uri>http://lavidaenfotos.es/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1005753552'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-3436999310443486573</id><published>2011-06-21T19:20:00.277+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:20:00.277+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Te digo yo que es posible que aquello de : No se s...</title><content type='html'>Te digo yo que es posible que aquello de : No se sabe lo que se tiene hasta que no se pierde....Es cierto!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3436999310443486573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3436999310443486573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308662400277#c3436999310443486573' title=''/><author><name>Mujer a los 30 y tantos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11497799286071459420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01252935216822070149'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xM7ul0FB_Qo/S4zq_26YF9I/AAAAAAAAN7M/UTK79xmohG8/S220/reinita.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-348916622'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-342028399106726976</id><published>2011-06-21T17:53:14.123+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:53:14.123+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay gente que tiene diferentes conceptos de lo que...</title><content type='html'>Hay gente que tiene diferentes conceptos de lo que es querer a alguien. Unos conceptos tan personales y propios que nadie que esté cerca pensarán que quiere a nadie. Quizás sea esto.... o quizás nunca ha querido a nadie realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cualquier caso, él se lo pierde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos Lorena.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/342028399106726976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/342028399106726976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308657194123#c342028399106726976' title=''/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11415943711874004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05427025698010967671'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1847726423'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-35296981981632991</id><published>2011-06-21T16:14:07.222+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:14:07.222+06:00</updated><title type='text'>El querer es algo muy amplio. Para distinguir yo h...</title><content type='html'>El querer es algo muy amplio. Para distinguir yo hablaría mejor de estar enamorado. Por ejemplo yo he querido y quiero a mi ex, pero soy muy consciente de no haber estado enamorado. Y si hablo de ti, Lore, ya sabes que te quiero muchísimo pero no tengo ni idea de si podría estar enamorado de tu menda. El problema es que no hay manera de saber si alguien ha estado o no enamorado porque no podemos mirar dentro de su corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/35296981981632991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/35296981981632991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308651247222#c35296981981632991' title=''/><author><name>Juanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260259925136949593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08699904995018437045'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rnlm5CM6bU/TKhZo9ColRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nb7YjO2jzG4/S220/van-gogh-autorretrato-con-sombrero-de-fieltro1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1826508625'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-3098099572009590512</id><published>2011-06-21T15:17:04.061+06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:17:04.061+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces uno se da cuenta de que quiere a alguien c...</title><content type='html'>A veces uno se da cuenta de que quiere a alguien cuando lo ha perdido. Se llaman lentos de reflejos, yo creo que me incluyo en este grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3098099572009590512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/2687589106741853259/comments/default/3098099572009590512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html?showComment=1308647824061#c3098099572009590512' title=''/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06921368348126848758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYzT8NQslHg/TftKPIqGlgI/AAAAAAAABeg/Uuzt3X-QXZA/s220/claudia.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bitacoradeunasoltera.com/2011/06/hilarante.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621154860236594056.post-2687589106741853259' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2621154860236594056/posts/default/2687589106741853259' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1025997465'/></entry></feed>
