tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73017027617131123532011-04-21T10:51:22.297-07:00lady regularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861257202291176521noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301702761713112353.post-56205891613867734902008-09-03T04:05:00.000-07:002008-09-03T04:22:16.763-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SL5zSQeLLjI/AAAAAAAAACc/c8AK4pyvmNo/s1600-h/miedo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241753773802204722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SL5zSQeLLjI/AAAAAAAAACc/c8AK4pyvmNo/s400/miedo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SL5y70Ul8II/AAAAAAAAACU/gVxx2Qk2020/s1600-h/miedo.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#999999;">Dice que es una emoción caracterizada por un intenso sentimiento, provocado por la percepción de un peligro, real o supuesto, presente o futuro. El miedo es un producto emocional formando parte del carácter de la persona, por lo que se puede aprender a temer objetos o contextos, y también se puede aprender a no temerlos, relacionándose con otros sentimientos como miedo al ridículo, miedo al amor, miedo al miedo.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301702761713112353-5620589161386773490?l=ladyregular.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lady regularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861257202291176521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301702761713112353.post-13885586383510419742008-09-02T01:26:00.000-07:002008-09-02T01:41:14.038-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SLz7rO4w1PI/AAAAAAAAABc/gTGRZjIrPMI/s1600-h/Imagen+1.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241340786501539058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SLz7rO4w1PI/AAAAAAAAABc/gTGRZjIrPMI/s320/Imagen+1.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Do you know what's wrong with you?</span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>- No, what?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>- Nothing...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301702761713112353-1388558638351041974?l=ladyregular.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lady regularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861257202291176521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301702761713112353.post-58461587571840292612008-08-29T02:44:00.000-07:002008-08-29T03:09:13.515-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SLfKvE3jwjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E5XWR03dYkk/s1600-h/215194_mug_in_coffee_shop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239879601578295858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQozdzyOSCg/SLfKvE3jwjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E5XWR03dYkk/s200/215194_mug_in_coffee_shop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Contra las mañanas de viernes y los larguísimos lunes, el aburrimiento en general y nada en particular.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301702761713112353-5846158757184029261?l=ladyregular.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lady regularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861257202291176521noreply@blogger.com8