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           &lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://creative.myspacecdn.com/ckim/mail_2.0/_img/envelopes.gif  " width="67" height="102" align="vtop"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td width="95%"&gt;            &lt;p style="color:#666; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; padding:25px 15px;margin-top:0;"&gt;                   &lt;br&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Olha, eu tenho um novo endereço de e-mail: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	evemills@myspace.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreva para mim!-Eve Mills                  &lt;br&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4360525472517090144?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4360525472517090144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4360525472517090144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4360525472517090144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4360525472517090144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-novo-endereco-de-e-mail-myspacecom.html' title='Meu novo endereço de e-mail @myspace.com'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8864372008912938182</id><published>2008-12-05T11:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:51:14.545-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança de endereço</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a partir de hoje, este blog mudará de endereço&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anote, para não ficar perdido:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://piecesofevelyn.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8864372008912938182?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8864372008912938182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8864372008912938182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8864372008912938182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8864372008912938182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/12/mudana-de-endereo.html' title='Mudança de endereço'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8176432291031925317</id><published>2008-12-05T11:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:17:22.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STkp4SnUrUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/f_9bZAR_uOc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STkp4SnUrUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/f_9bZAR_uOc/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ela não é linda????&lt;br /&gt;não é a coisinha mais fofa????&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*___*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my dog^^&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8176432291031925317?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8176432291031925317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8176432291031925317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8176432291031925317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8176432291031925317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/12/amor-da-minha-vida.html' title='Amor da minha vida'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STkp4SnUrUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/f_9bZAR_uOc/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-1226873530514314337</id><published>2008-12-03T21:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:58:17.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;como a maioria dos leitores deste blog já sabem(porque na verdade se  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;resumem a 4: bruno, guerra, beto e mauricio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ontem eu, que já andava mal da asma, piorei de vez. Então lá fui eu na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;amico DENOVO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;welll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pra ajudar a enfermera "fofa" me deixou com um roxo monstro no braço... =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-1226873530514314337?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2806467732192536702</id><published>2008-12-02T11:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:07:38.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aneurysm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOrmjhWpPrY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on over, and do the twist, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Over-do it, and have a fit, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much, it makes me sick, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Come on over, and do the twist, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat me outta me, beat it, beat it [x7]&lt;br /&gt;Beat the outta me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over, and do the twist, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Over-do it, and have a fit, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much, it makes me sick, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Come on over, and shoot the shit, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat me outta me, beat it, beat it [x7]&lt;br /&gt;Beat the outta me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2806467732192536702?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2806467732192536702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2806467732192536702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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perguntei&lt;br&gt;Vi que era engana&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o&lt;br&gt;Quando te olhei&lt;br&gt;Vi que era escurid&amp;#227;o&lt;p&gt;Eu tentei entender o seu lado&lt;br&gt;Eu tentei mudar&lt;br&gt;Mas quem precisava fazer isso era voc&amp;#234;&lt;br&gt;Eu tentei tentar&lt;br&gt;Mas com voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o d&amp;#225; pra entender&lt;br&gt;Eu te perguntei&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quis me responder&lt;br&gt;Eu te falei&lt;br&gt;Mas voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quis ouvir&lt;br&gt;Eu mudei, voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quis se resolver&lt;br&gt;Eu quis morrer e voc&amp;#234; s&amp;#243; quis falar&lt;br&gt;Eu falei&lt;br&gt;Eu tentei&lt;br&gt;Mas voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava nem a&amp;#237;&lt;p&gt;Chorus:&lt;p&gt;I try to believe in you&lt;br&gt;I try to believe in me&lt;br&gt;But you don&amp;#180;t there&lt;br&gt;And your lies are coming to light&lt;p&gt;Eu tentei mudar, eu tentei te matar&lt;br&gt;Eu tentei te acompanhar&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quis me entender&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; s&amp;#243; quis se entreter&lt;br&gt;Eu tentei&lt;br&gt;Eu mudei as fechaduras&lt;br&gt;Eu mudei minhas senhas&lt;br&gt;Eu falei&lt;br&gt;Eu falei&lt;br&gt;Eu falei, falei, falei&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o quis me ouvir&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava nem ai&lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;p&gt;Eu tentei te dar muitas chances&lt;br&gt;Tentei falar tua l&amp;#237;ngua&lt;br&gt;Tentei dizer o que eu sentia&lt;br&gt;Tentei te fazer uma nova pessoa&lt;br&gt;Tentei sentir o que voc&amp;#234; sentia&lt;br&gt;Tentei entender o que voc&amp;#234; dizia&lt;br&gt;S&amp;#243; que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava a fim&lt;br&gt;De saber o que eu sentia&lt;br&gt;S&amp;#243; que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava afim&lt;br&gt;De entender o que eu dizia&lt;br&gt;So que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava afim&lt;br&gt;De me dizer o que voc&amp;#234; realmente sentia&lt;br&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o tava nem ai&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;===&amp;gt; mais um poema de quando eu tinha apenas 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4317783349872312836?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4317783349872312836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4317783349872312836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4317783349872312836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4317783349872312836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc-no-tava-nem.html' title='você não tava nem aí'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6136642001335750698</id><published>2008-11-30T18:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:46:15.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'>therapy</title><content type='html'>too many weeds in the flowers&lt;br&gt;too many pills in the pharmacy now&lt;br&gt;too many bugs in the shower&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much shit in the air we breathe now&lt;p&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much anger inside me&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much scarring when i bleed&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much therapy i need&lt;br&gt;there is no god that i have seen&lt;p&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much doubt in my mom&amp;#39;s words&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s too much fear in the way she sees life&lt;br&gt;i wonder if i&amp;#39;m just like her&lt;br&gt;i wonder if i can make myself right&lt;p&gt;you try to help&lt;br&gt;you listen well&lt;br&gt;you cannot change the way i see&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poema escrito aos meus 14 anos de idade, portanto please, perdoe os erros  &lt;br&gt;de escrita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6136642001335750698?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6136642001335750698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6136642001335750698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt-aUEYCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Zt1EcCugmSE/s320/Foto_112908_024-753851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274258295098728482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt-6ce6LI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HL2aOPjqejw/s1600-h/Foto_112908_025-755248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt-6ce6LI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HL2aOPjqejw/s320/Foto_112908_025-755248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274258303723956402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt-1xlEII/AAAAAAAAAbg/J-Mr0g_quZU/s1600-h/Foto_112908_028-755618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt-1xlEII/AAAAAAAAAbg/J-Mr0g_quZU/s320/Foto_112908_028-755618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274258302470262914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6084746967256975230?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6084746967256975230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6084746967256975230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6084746967256975230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6084746967256975230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/fwd-fotos-animeabc.html' title='Fotos AnimABC'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STHt6vaWctI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_JFLbE_AjRA/s72-c/Foto_112908_002-738177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-237230168346648359</id><published>2008-11-28T15:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:42:40.138-02:00</updated><title type='text'>as histórias....</title><content type='html'>como eu só adepta do "O QUE ACONTECE AQUI, MORRE AQUI"... vou apenas&lt;br /&gt;citar fatos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" CHAPADO DE DAR DÓ"&lt;br /&gt;tipo o cara que primeiro &lt;b&gt; tomou um banho no espelho d'agua &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois virou pra gente e falou " gente, to caminhando a muito tempo, vindo&lt;br /&gt;de muito longe... &lt;b&gt; será que vocês não tem UMA MACONHA pra vender?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juro juro juro mesmo q é verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIMEIRO TDS NÓS FICAMOS COM MOL CARA DE BOBOS PELO OCORRIDO, DEPOIS&lt;br /&gt;EXPLICAMOS PRA CRIATURA Q AQUELA N ERA A NOSSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIIS...&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIS NINGUEM GUENTAVA DE TANTO RIR.... MEUDEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMOPODE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COOKIE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um personagem q n pode ser esquecido é o cookie do maurício.. que foi&lt;br /&gt;comido por todos...&lt;br /&gt;(calma... a bolacha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra depois surgir o cookie.. o cão!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps: o cookie- o cão- é mais esperto q a preta =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-237230168346648359?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/237230168346648359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=237230168346648359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/237230168346648359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/237230168346648359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-histrias.html' title='as histórias....'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5677311102115270260</id><published>2008-11-28T13:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:11:25.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures ==&gt; ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHuaQGqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-7lP9Sc8rKc/s1600-h/IMG0019A-785938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHuaQGqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-7lP9Sc8rKc/s320/IMG0019A-785938.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726291484351138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHiJR2eI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tJWo8UeVyHQ/s1600-h/1127_221036-786279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHiJR2eI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tJWo8UeVyHQ/s320/1127_221036-786279.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726288191936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHtWpmVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_zQRJwxWUTE/s1600-h/1127_221006-786683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHtWpmVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_zQRJwxWUTE/s320/1127_221006-786683.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726291200809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKH1y4rRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/THVRVjNnTVY/s1600-h/1127_220951-787073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKH1y4rRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/THVRVjNnTVY/s320/1127_220951-787073.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726293466721554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKH_YGNbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Yn_Y4YeDBk8/s1600-h/1127_220926-787764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKH_YGNbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Yn_Y4YeDBk8/s320/1127_220926-787764.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726296038716850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKIUzvGNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/UUe2vOX7ke4/s1600-h/1127_220723-789307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKIUzvGNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/UUe2vOX7ke4/s320/1127_220723-789307.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726301791787218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;primeiro v&amp;#227;o as fotos ... depois as hist&amp;#243;rias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5677311102115270260?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5677311102115270260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5677311102115270260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5677311102115270260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5677311102115270260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-ontem.html' title='pictures ==&gt; ontem'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/STAKHuaQGqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-7lP9Sc8rKc/s72-c/IMG0019A-785938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-379438150578922762</id><published>2008-11-26T17:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:11:08.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>o que é o  amor o que é a felicidade???&lt;br /&gt;eles são tão necessários assim??&lt;br /&gt;a vida é só ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;está na hora de se fechar pro mundo e esquecer de tudo?&lt;br /&gt;não.&lt;p&gt;por mais incrível que pareça, esses dois sentimentos, essas duas formas de pensar, não estão ligados, pelo menos, não o amor romântico.afinal, você não precisa se sentir amando alguém pra se sentir feliz.&lt;br /&gt;mas não vamos ser hipócitas de dizer que não ajuda&lt;br /&gt;ajuda e MUUUUUITO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;vai dizer que não é ótimo estar curtindo a plenitude de um relacionamento a dois em todos os sentidos??? (todos mesmo viu????)&lt;br /&gt;mas como tudo tem suas duas faces, você vai também ter o ciúme, os &lt;br /&gt;sentimentos de posse, a interdependencia emocional e por aí vai...&lt;p&gt;então ser feliz além das coisas ruins, além das oportunidades perdidas,além dos amores não vivdos é uma questão de escolha.assim como vestir esta ou aquela roupa, andar deste ou daquele lado da rua e etc.&lt;p&gt;não estou dizendo que esta é uma escolha facil, mas é uma escolha que pela qual devemos lutar todos os dias. é muito mais facil ser pessimista, mas também é mais facil ao ser como eu- &lt;br /&gt;não uma otimista, uma realista- deitar a cabeça no travisseiro e dormir, pois não se fica remoendo o SE&lt;br /&gt;o SE mata, corroi, nós faz pessoas piores e deprimentes....&lt;p&gt;bem, depois termino minha teoria sobre o SE porque agora estou atrasada XD&lt;br /&gt;tenho um trabalho pra mandar pro email do koala e ainda nem comecei XD&lt;br /&gt;ps: duvido q o guerra comente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-379438150578922762?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/379438150578922762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=379438150578922762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/379438150578922762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/379438150578922762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8847423092809011925</id><published>2008-11-26T11:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:31:30.878-02:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE LIVING FOR TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpqKA9_ddFk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;para mim essa é a melhor versão de imagine já feita.... e hoje mais condizente com a realidade do que a do john lennon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8847423092809011925?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8847423092809011925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8847423092809011925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8847423092809011925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8847423092809011925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine-all-people-living-for-today.html' title='IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE LIVING FOR TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-9106472753607918132</id><published>2008-11-26T10:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:26:43.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knife</title><content type='html'>aqui vai uma dupla que tem um talento absurdo pra fazer música e um &lt;br /&gt;nonsense total pra fazer clipes, ou dos fãs fazerem também bons clipes, &lt;br /&gt;então apenas ouça, esqueça o resto, se não você chora... DE RIR XD&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;object &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUGyFYUlquo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSh9MFJ9NqI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSh9MFJ9NqI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W56_ek1Px6g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W56_ek1Px6g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Szx9Cfstt8s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Szx9Cfstt8s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-9106472753607918132?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/9106472753607918132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=9106472753607918132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9106472753607918132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9106472753607918132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/knife.html' title='The Knife'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5161557100113157572</id><published>2008-11-25T01:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:15:07.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hear me out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;so, her me out, im not over you yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cansei de fingir que sempre tá tudo bem&lt;p&gt;que tá tudo ok!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa terça vai ser o dia de por os pingos nos is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5161557100113157572?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5161557100113157572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5161557100113157572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5161557100113157572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5161557100113157572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/hear-me-out.html' title='hear me out!'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6957988805370002967</id><published>2008-11-24T23:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:59:58.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SStbntW6wLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/N1NI6cRf9AI/s1600-h/Viagem++a+Araraquara++(SP)+Casa+Pr.+Delmer+...15+Nov+2007+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SStbntW6wLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/N1NI6cRf9AI/s320/Viagem++a+Araraquara++(SP)+Casa+Pr.+Delmer+...15+Nov+2007+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;adoro essa foto^^&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6957988805370002967?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SStbntW6wLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/N1NI6cRf9AI/s72-c/Viagem++a+Araraquara++(SP)+Casa+Pr.+Delmer+...15+Nov+2007+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8300958453282257231</id><published>2008-11-23T20:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:10:37.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seus olhos me seguem, me perseguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me sindo um objeto de experimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alguém que sempre vai ser seguida, mas nunca vai entender por que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todo mundo sabe que você me ama, menos você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você se acha forte demais para admitir qualquer erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E por isso, te acho fraco demais pra ficar ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E todas as vezes que eu preferi que ficasse longe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Era pra você ter entendido que a gente não é só um erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A gente nunca foi só um erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim como eu nunca fui uma princesinha num palácio de cristal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem me colocou lá foi você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junto com as boas lembranças e os bons momentos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque será que toda a vez que eu te trato como morto, você vem me assombrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os mortos não sonham e você ainda sonha comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonha com o tempo que poderíamos ser algo mais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu preferi ser humana e enfrentar tudo de uma vez só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;À ser como você e me lamentar pelos cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque será que toda vez que alguém quer te magoar, te diz que me viu feliz com alguem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amor não é posse, ciúme não é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faça algo por sua alma, enterre esse cadáver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não adianta manter a Branca de neve no caixão de cristal, porque você nunca foi um principe encantado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não será você que a despertará de seu sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você será apenas o espectador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E pra ti, isso é pior do que a morte, então,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enterre a princesa, chore sua morte, viva o luto, depois encontre seu rumo na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aprenda a dizer adeus a quem você nunca soube amar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8300958453282257231?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8300958453282257231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8300958453282257231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8300958453282257231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8300958453282257231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/olhos-de-cristal.html' title='Olhos de cristal'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8885882328348669278</id><published>2008-11-23T20:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:02:01.256-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of MY devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou precisando de um norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou precisando de sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou precisando de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você nunca precisou de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou precisando de férias, e ao mesmo tempo não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De nada adiantaria estar longe dos meus olhos, pois você sempre estaria por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8885882328348669278?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8885882328348669278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8885882328348669278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8885882328348669278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8885882328348669278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-of-my-devil.html' title='Eyes of MY devil'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6675764075505321615</id><published>2008-11-23T19:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:23:56.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberté!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse é meu grito de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não preciso de internet para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não preciso deste blog para me entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não preciso de celular pra me comunicar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas absolutamente tudo ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim como ajuda poder falar com você e ao mesmo tempo te tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim como cala a dor que grita forte aqui dentro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quando eu sei que você não está se sentindo muito bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" ...pode ser numa canção, pode ser no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu só quero ter você por perto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afinal, não é que eu não goste de você... eu só não sei lidar com tudo isto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero estar ao teu lado quando você precisar e também quando não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero estar ao seu lado quando estiveres triste ou feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero estar por perto quando você estiver triste e feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero estar por lá sempre!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6675764075505321615?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2703540918360286926</id><published>2008-11-22T15:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:42:54.009-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para alguem a quem um dia chamei de puti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa música fala tudo o que eu queria ter falado pra ti quando ainda sentia algo por ti, mas sempre quis te poupar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom divertimento^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUCL22dU324&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2703540918360286926?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2703540918360286926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2703540918360286926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2703540918360286926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2703540918360286926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-alguem-quem-um-dia-chamei-de-puti.html' title='Para alguem a quem um dia chamei de puti'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-416237422099232074</id><published>2008-11-22T15:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:22:12.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Bore- Seether/ Saron Gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm a whore&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the one who's there to bore you now&lt;br /&gt;It's always gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't seem to show you what you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I can never give you anything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of wasting time on what can never be&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control you into wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanna steal the light&lt;br /&gt;By stepping on the ones who fight for you&lt;br /&gt;It's always gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't seem to show you what you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I can never give you anything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of wasting time on what can never be&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control you into wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate what you are &lt;br /&gt;I'll break you and leave you scarred&lt;br /&gt;I hate what you are&lt;br /&gt;I'll break you and leave you scarred&lt;br /&gt;I hate what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't seem to show you what you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I can never give you anything you need&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of wasting time on what can never be&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control you into wanting me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into wanting me now&lt;br /&gt;Into wanting me now&lt;br /&gt;Into wanting me now&lt;br /&gt;Into wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2290592158760958357-416237422099232074?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/416237422099232074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=416237422099232074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/416237422099232074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/416237422099232074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-bore-seether-saron-gas.html' title='Your Bore- Seether/ Saron Gas'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2586158365792971418</id><published>2008-11-22T14:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:53:51.120-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não consigo ser alegre o tempo inteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não consigo entender essa obsessão que as pessoas tem, como se eu fossse 100% do tempo feliz, como se eu nunca tivesse sofrido, chorado, sentido, fosse apenas uma barbie metida a gente. É tão dificil assim perceber que eu sou humana e real?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perdi as contas de quantos dias eu já cheguei na ete, depois de ter chorado um dia inteiro, com um puta sorrizão no rosto... porque???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque ninguem  tem nada a ver com os meus problemas! Eles são meus e ponto final. Apenas eu tenho essa obrigação de lidar com eles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apenas porque eu não demonstro, não quer dizer que não doa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pensando bem, eu demonstro sim e muito, mas você tem que me conhecer como muito poucos para conseguir ver através das máscaras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2586158365792971418?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2586158365792971418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2586158365792971418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2586158365792971418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2586158365792971418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-no-consigo-ser-alegre-o-tempo.html' title='Eu não consigo ser alegre o tempo inteiro'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-4817312257891585635</id><published>2008-11-22T00:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:13:03.564-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWaB4PXCwFU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I had to &lt;br /&gt;I would put myself right beside you &lt;br /&gt;So let me ask &lt;br /&gt;Would you like that? &lt;br /&gt;Would you like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;If you say this love is the last time &lt;br /&gt;So now I'll ask &lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? &lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way &lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break &lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane &lt;br /&gt;So tell me how it should be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to find out what makes you tick &lt;br /&gt;As I lie down &lt;br /&gt;Sore and sick &lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? &lt;br /&gt;Do you like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line between love and hate &lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;Just let me say that I like that &lt;br /&gt;I like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way &lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break &lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane &lt;br /&gt;As I burn another page &lt;br /&gt;As I look the other way &lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane &lt;br /&gt;So tell me how it should be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, I will crawl &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for so long &lt;br /&gt;No love, there is no love &lt;br /&gt;Die for anyone &lt;br /&gt;What have I become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way &lt;br /&gt;Something's just about to break &lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane &lt;br /&gt;As I burn another page &lt;br /&gt;As I look the other way &lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place &lt;br /&gt;In the diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4817312257891585635?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4817312257891585635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4817312257891585635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4817312257891585635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4817312257891585635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-had-to-i-would-put-myself-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3249146505483510975</id><published>2008-11-21T13:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:00:58.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'> tudo o que uma vez aconteceu e eu não quero que volte a acontecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;BULIMIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the way that you acted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to the way that I felt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't worth my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now it's sad cause all I missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wasn't that good to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now that I've started you begging &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saying things that you don't mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it isn't worth my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a line's a dime a million times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I'm about to see all of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye to you, goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're taking up my time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You call my name when I wake up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to see things go your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm coughing up my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;each drag's a drop of blood a grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a minute of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's all I've got just to stay down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why the fuck am I still down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hoarding all that's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;each time I let just one slip by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wasting what is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm about to see a million things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I'd never see before and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm about to do all of the things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've dreamed of and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even miss you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus x8]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3249146505483510975?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3249146505483510975/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-4966750906401647775</id><published>2008-11-20T16:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:31:59.136-02:00</updated><title type='text'>180º</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;começo do dia=&gt; brigas feias com a minha mãe, tão feias que eu precisei  sair de casa pra por a cabeça em ordem....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meio=&gt; perdi meu cartão do banco pq eu esqueci a senha do bendito ¬¬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fim=&gt; fiquei com o angelo... e daí?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saldo: feliz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;apesar dos pesares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4966750906401647775?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7949361798916713541</id><published>2008-11-19T12:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:17:02.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The used day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/258kloHSBfU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7949361798916713541?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7949361798916713541/comments/default' 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;desta vez eu é que fui pra cozinha^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e, isso foi o ponto alto do dia ¬¬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isso e o sumido do silvio que eu finalmete consegui falar com ele no msn!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-1803780543462151272?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1803780543462151272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=1803780543462151272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1803780543462151272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='guerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the nightmare before christmas'/><title type='text'>nightmare before christmas- o estranho mundo de Jack</title><content type='html'>well well well...&lt;br /&gt;hj estava fazendo o allpaper do guerra e como ele me deu uma imagem do filme o estranho mundo de jack- que eu ainda não tinha vistoe ainda não vi- lá fui eu pela internet procurar resenhas e achei um joguinho bem legal no site da disney^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, vou por aqui^^ qualquer problema é só dar um grito^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/nightmare/widget/main.swf?api=" width="385" height="510" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div 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mundo de Jack'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6070796305812405920</id><published>2008-11-15T16:51:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:33:20.872-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba de Mon coeur qui bat</title><content type='html'>é... ontem eu tava mesmo estranha. Agora vem um "novidade..." ok eu sou estranha, mas ontem eu tava bem bem mais do que o meu "normal"&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o caso do Kuroi tenha ajudado, o calor fdp tb contribuiu mto mto mto e bem... tem aquela situaçãozinha estranha rolando.... saca? ... aquele climinha chato na sala.&lt;br /&gt;Bem eu sei que tudo definitivamente não tem nem um pinguinho de culpa minha, e por enquanto to seguindo os conselhos de um sábio koala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"she go let it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she go let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she go let it out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e para todas as outras coisa... não a resposta não é mastercerd é:&lt;br /&gt;LET IT BE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e da-lhe coralie clément na mente XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hGBf4exIBw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hGBf4exIBw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coralie Clément - Samba de Mon Coeur qui Bat&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est lâche&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est fâcheux&lt;br /&gt;Quelle tragédie, quel tracas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est vache&lt;br /&gt;Mon amoureux est reparti là-bas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est triste&lt;br /&gt;Il m'aimait si peu&lt;br /&gt;Moi je l'aimais tant je crois&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu tu t'en fiches&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu n'as d'yeux&lt;br /&gt;Que pour une autre que moi&lt;br /&gt;Même si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La samba&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;La sambaLa samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;Samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est moche&lt;br /&gt;C'est ennuyeuxTu t'es joué de moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est cloche&lt;br /&gt;De se dire adieu&lt;br /&gt;Et Paris est si froid&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu si tu existes même un peu&lt;br /&gt;Ramène-moiMon aquarelliste&lt;br /&gt;Si vaniteux&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne peignait que moi&lt;br /&gt;Même si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daí começou a tragédia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;primeiro teve a prova de portugues ... e bem, eu n fui mal... e sim me ferrei de verde marelo azul e branco=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;depois.... bem, depois....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;depois eu perdi meu mp3 dentro do onibus =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;noss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;foi tanto estress e "ajuda" das autoridades competentes q foi foda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorte q o koala achou meu bebe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas todo o nervoso q eu passei me fez acordar td dolorida =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pois é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks god, it´s weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e pq eu sou boazinha, aqui vai samba de mon coeur qui bat em ingles, pra vc conseguir enterder melhor o significado^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god but it's cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But it's distressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What a tragedy, what trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god but it's mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My lover went back over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god but it's sadHe loves me so little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me, I love him so much, I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god, you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You, you don't have eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But for someone other than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if time passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of my heart that beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The samba of my heart that beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Samba of my heart that beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god but it's ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You played me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god but it's sappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Telling him goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And Paris is so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My god, if you exist even a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Return to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My watercolor painter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who would paint nothing but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if time passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't forget&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/2290592158760958357-6070796305812405920?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6070796305812405920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6070796305812405920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6070796305812405920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6070796305812405920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/samba-de-mon-coeur-qui-bat.html' title='Samba de Mon coeur qui bat'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-9022917471167496170</id><published>2008-11-14T23:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:39:28.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seether'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding beauty in negative spaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estréia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windup'/><title type='text'>Breakdown- a estréia^^</title><content type='html'>noss hj eu to tri master mega super feliz&lt;br /&gt;finalmente ...... BREAKDOWN estreeiou *____*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o clip, como tds oficiais do Seether é extremamente bem preoduzido^^&lt;br /&gt;e tp mesmo a letra sendo linda e triste, na hora q o cachorrinho aparece vc até meio q ri, mas é um riso doído, sentido saca?&lt;br /&gt;valeu mesmo mesmo mesmo mesmo mesmo a pena esperar^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, break me down if it makes you fell right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhBQTpPfUAc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhBQTpPfUAc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-9022917471167496170?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/9022917471167496170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=9022917471167496170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9022917471167496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9022917471167496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakdown-estria.html' title='Breakdown- a estréia^^'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6216714340696342718</id><published>2008-11-14T09:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:57:56.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'>breakdown - letra e tradução</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;The sun is gone and the flowers rot&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol se foi e as flores estão podres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Words are spaces between us&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras são espaços entre nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And I should have been drown in the rivers I found of token lost&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu deveria estar afogado nos rios que encontrei das lembranças perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And I should have been down when you made me insecure&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu deveria estar mal quando você me deixou inseguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;So break me down if it makes you feel right&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então acabe comigo se isso te faz se sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And hate me now if it keeps you alright&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me odeie agora se isso te mantém bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You can break me down if it takes all your might&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode acabar comigo se isso está em seu poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Because I'm so much more than meets the eye&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sou muito mais que encontros de olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And I'm the one you can never trust&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aquele em quem você nunca pode confiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Because wounds are ways to reveal us&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque as feridas são modos de nos revelar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, eu poderia ter tentado e devotado minha vida a nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;But what a waste of my time when the world we had was yours&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que desperdício do meu tempo, quando o nosso mundo era seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;So break me down if it makes you feel right (so break me down)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então acabe comigo se isso te faz se sentir bem (então acabe comigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And hate me now if it keeps you alright (so break me down)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me odeie agora se isso te mantém bem (então acabe comigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You can break me down if it takes all your might&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode acabar comigo se isso está em seu poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Because I'm so much more than all your lies&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sou muito mais do que todas suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hate me, break me down. (so break me down)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me odeie, acabe comigo (então acabe comigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;So break me down if it makes you feel right&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então acabe comigo se isso te faz se sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And hate me now if it keeps you alright&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me odeie agora se isso te mantém bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You can break me down if it takes all your might&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode acabar comigo se isso está em seu poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Because I'm so much more than meets the eye&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sou muito mais que encontros de olhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6216714340696342718?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6216714340696342718/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2855842111535412218</id><published>2008-11-14T08:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:38:16.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fã de carterinha*___*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SR1i-mMaNOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PYqjx4i4lQo/s1600-h/Maynard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SR1i-mMaNOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PYqjx4i4lQo/s400/Maynard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268475966637356258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SR1i-eewKUI/AAAAAAAAALw/mwM6XVHXhCA/s1600-h/48b345573c6be79de13dffb40ffccd8f_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SRtKCLb4MmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xEFrNLTd3AQ/s72-c/Imag068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3277452460728855090</id><published>2008-11-12T16:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:17:57.724-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky could fall tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt; De fita vermelha e cachinhos no cabelo.... pois é, eu voltei a brincar de ursa.. porque ? porque é delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentada em frente ao pc, comendo maracujá, rindo das asneiras alheias (mauricio e guerra no skype), &lt;b&gt; urso no msn *__* &lt;/b&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voltando a minha vidinha de setembro.... será???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem... hj me deu vontade de ouvir amber pacific- quem n conhece ainda, tá aqui um video de uma das minhas musicas favoritas deles *___* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-_24zwTQs0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-_24zwTQs0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E, é só.... por agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7679575088321967691</id><published>2008-11-05T13:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:43:11.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SRG8R9LbQAI/AAAAAAAAALA/ez4UChH85E4/s1600-h/everysingleday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SRG8R9LbQAI/AAAAAAAAALA/ez4UChH85E4/s400/everysingleday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265196456039104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só porque eu gosto demais de você guri é que eu vou colocar essa foto, a sua preferida certo????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;te adoro demaids XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prometo agora tentar voltar ao chat okays??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;já q a comu da mallu foi pro saco o jeito é se contentar com a outra e ver no que que dá!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aHHH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;agora deu uma preguiça do cão!! prometo que hoje escrevo um bom texto^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bjus na bunda e não, isso não é até segunda XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7679575088321967691?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7679575088321967691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3001358209856322969</id><published>2008-11-05T13:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:25:22.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ausente*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;desculpem a todos meus queridos por essa fuga nem tão passageira, é que ultimamente eu ando tão estressada tão cheia de problemas que pensei melhor e achei que na vida nem sempre é melhor a gente encher o mundo de stress.... nada como um dia após o outro pra gente ver como tudo mudou e poder enfim dar vazão aos nossos sentimentos sem magoar ou ferir ninguém.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*beto eu to com saudade suas tá?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*pri, você entende o porque eu ter ficado tão ausente do meu blog e do chat.... cara eu tava pilhada demais pra aguentar aquela janela piscando toda hora, então dava umas bloqueadinhas básicas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DESCULPA*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*koala: Você ainda tá vivo?????????*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;agora eu to bem bem bem bem bem bem bem Melhor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3001358209856322969?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3001358209856322969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=3001358209856322969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3001358209856322969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3001358209856322969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/ausente.html' title='*Ausente*'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2004652994535526702</id><published>2008-11-03T13:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:30:28.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fds?????</title><content type='html'>Well wel well....&lt;br /&gt;Tirando que eu tava com sono demais pra escrever qualquer coisa decente ontem, tá tudo bem ^^’ (desculpas a todos, já estou arrumando aquele post ;*)&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá&lt;br /&gt;Isso deveria ser um resumo do meu fim de semana, entao eu prefiro que seja um saldo do  fds (que pela ausência de postagens vai começar na quinta okays???)....&lt;br /&gt;Koala: não sei o que ele tem... Desde terça tá estranho comigo =[ então ontem eu levei uma bronca dele pq n tinha avisado q ia ter prova de ingles..... minha justificativa: eu realmente pensei que ele viria pra aula tá?&lt;br /&gt;Juma: muititas saudades de você guria!!! E isso porque eu vou te ver hoje^^!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe: depois de eu ter chegado dois dias seguidos em casa depois da meia noite (a culpa não foi minha foi do bruno XD) tá meio brava comigo =[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bruno: Eu adoro te deixar marcado, mas isso n quer dizzer Q eu goste q vc faça o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guerra: atendendo a pedidos: SIm vc é um cara legal tá????? adorei ontem^^ foi ROXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX até dizer CHEGA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bem acho q é só por agora okays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bjXXxXXXxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2004652994535526702?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2004652994535526702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2004652994535526702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2004652994535526702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2004652994535526702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/fds.html' title='Fds?????'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5446922287808464887</id><published>2008-11-02T23:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:27:38.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;desculpem a demora entre as postagens, é que realmente n tenho tido muito tempo pra ficar no pc ^^'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bem, quinta eu..... EU fiquei com o bruno....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; e sexta TAMBÉM XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;daí, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a gente foi pro tendall hoje&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;com o guerra, o maurício, o ninin, o zica e o felipe (primo do guerra)... foi bem legal^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ri demais com as palhaçadas dos guris.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ROXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX até dizer CHega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;em resumo, foi isso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amanha eu posto decentemente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bjbjbj&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUIIIIIIIII&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5446922287808464887?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5446922287808464887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5446922287808464887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5446922287808464887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5446922287808464887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/11/tendall.html' title='Tendall'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7495703654510768101</id><published>2008-10-29T23:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:59:31.354-02:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SQkUzS13O9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u5xLLoKtg4/s1600-h/arco_iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262760511022775250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SQkUzS13O9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u5xLLoKtg4/s400/arco_iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não estou mais brava com vc hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sei lá....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vida passa e de repente você descobre o quanto tudo é efêmero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não posso, não quero, não vou mais brigar com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mágoa continua, mas fazer o que????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela se cura com o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Nem sempre Dora tem razão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7495703654510768101?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7495703654510768101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=7495703654510768101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7495703654510768101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7495703654510768101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-goes-on.html' title='what goes on...'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SQkUzS13O9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8u5xLLoKtg4/s72-c/arco_iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6532006144755401024</id><published>2008-10-29T00:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:02:03.886-02:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz (des) aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ima.dada.net/image/2020656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 768px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ima.dada.net/image/2020656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não esperava isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não de vocês, não isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triste, magoada, deprimida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim, eu estou deste modo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eu só esperava no mínimo consideração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Isso não foi pedir demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoje eu só vi tua cara porque era necessário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esperei demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdooei demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dora sempre tem razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6532006144755401024?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6532006144755401024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6532006144755401024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6532006144755401024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6532006144755401024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/feliz-des-aniversrio.html' title='feliz (des) aniversário'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5892949718411542369</id><published>2008-10-26T14:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:15:37.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'>felicidade é uma banda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nicollasgolzio.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/minina_do_guarda_chuva0_25072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 584px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nicollasgolzio.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/minina_do_guarda_chuva0_25072007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje logo pela manha-minha manhã pelo menos, afinal pra mim se eu acabei de acordar ainda é de manhã- entrei no chat da jaballu e meio que caí numa discussão sobre o que é felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra você, o que é felicidade??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se considera feliz??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é ser pessimista e o que é ser otimista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nasceu pra sofrer enquanto tem um outro que só curte o lado bom da vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal, o que é o lado bom da vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O difícil é ser a única otimista no mar de pessimismo, a única assumidamente feliz em um mar de pseudo infelicidade, a única que acha que a gente faz a nossa própria felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de parar de ouvir "why does always rain on me" pra ouvir "come clean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF1m8HcjMAY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF1m8HcjMAY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afinal a chuva ser sempre a mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que difere é o que voce faz com ela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5892949718411542369?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5892949718411542369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5892949718411542369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5892949718411542369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5892949718411542369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/felicidade-uma-banda.html' title='felicidade é uma banda?'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-9198486774083888037</id><published>2008-10-23T15:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:02:58.378-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seether'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdown'/><title type='text'>vida ou vício?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07YBFWAMUrA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07YBFWAMUrA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;é definitivo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;estou completamente viciada em seether.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isso tá passando dos limites...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu tava mol feliz, mol empolgada porque (teoricamente) hoje seria a estréia do clip breakdown.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seria né&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;porque entrei no site oficial deles e NADA, no site da yahoo music tá a mesma bosta... no canal deles do you tube idem!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;socorro socorro socorro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amo seether&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amo demais e isso tá virando minha doença=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX51dr4MN5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX51dr4MN5c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;contagem ansiosa e regressiva até o clipe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;provavelmente uma semana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-9198486774083888037?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/9198486774083888037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=9198486774083888037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9198486774083888037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9198486774083888037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-ou-vcio.html' title='vida ou vício?'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7080183358595182723</id><published>2008-10-22T13:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:46:43.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Segunda eu tava mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Segunda eu tava muito mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei lá. Estressada, meio louca.  E pra eu dizer que EU tava MEIO louca é que o negócio tava foda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terça eu já tava bem^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7080183358595182723?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7080183358595182723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=7080183358595182723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7080183358595182723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7080183358595182723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/tied-my-hands.html' title='Tied my hands'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5422329771856657912</id><published>2008-10-20T13:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:07:00.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'>segundinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv2zw3nfEy8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv2zw3nfEy8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wakes up in the morning In the same room that she's been in her whole life And everything still looks the same But the feeling of the room has changed in spite She said: "You don't know what it's like to be stuck in my mind" She said:"You don't know what it's like to be stuck in my mind all the time"Bruised lips and the make-up Tattooed hips and pierced For the sake of letting everybody know She don't belong here Old tricks that she made up Attitude I don't give a fuck For the sake of letting everybody know She says I won't belong So long It's not a lost cause She's just a runaway Is there nothing left for you to say? And if she comes home Do you think she'll want to stay? Is there anything for her? She's a runaway Turn your back on yesterday She calls at seven thirty And wants to talk about her boyfriend one last time Mom and Dad are fighting in the background, Shattered glass cuts through red wine I said: "I don't know that I'm right but I know that you're wrong" [Repeat Chorus]Blacked out Passed out at a party In another town With the same old Bacardi Nothing ever changes what's inside me Someone find me, someone find me My heart showed me the way out Don't stop Don't give up on me now Two beats, two streets Too many repeats to blow my only other way out [Repeat Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5422329771856657912?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5422329771856657912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5422329771856657912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5422329771856657912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5422329771856657912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/segundinha.html' title='segundinha'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3887446464288960311</id><published>2008-10-19T17:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:33:22.317-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças, efeitos que (não) vivi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Houve um tempo em que eu fluia em uma neblina de hortelã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Pegava meus bens mais preciosos e os enterrava em formigueiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Observava atentamente as aventuras de um bicho-bola qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Até tirava folhas secas do caminho para não perdê-lo de vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Lembro de arrancar pedras enraizadas de seus cômodos sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Punha no bolso todas aquelas que pareciam descompromissadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Mas sempre atento aos cones, guiava meus dedos por entre os arbustos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Já que tão inocente, sempre tive liberdade para o desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Sempre pensava naqueles metros e pelos que cortariam meu cordão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;No amanhã eu me via coberto por parábolas brancas e confetti verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Sonhava e me deslumbrava com o momento mais pleno de minha existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Minhas sensações se debatiam incansávelmente por essa espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;As palavras então começaram uma marcante metamorfóse em seu conceito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;As crenças e o jeito de caminhar pela sala mudaram completamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;O bicho-bola havia adquirido um novo caminho ou simplesmente morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;E as pedras eram compostas por uma canção batida de um velho qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;A simplicidade agora ecoa em uma sala escura e abafada de temores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Fico me perguntado onde foi parar aquela neblina que sempre me acariciou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Onde será que estão as atenções esbranquicadas que percorriam meu cérebro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Sinto falta daqueles pequenos dedos e olhos redondos que percebiam tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Aquela sede de tudo que cumpunha meu ser curioso e atento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Todos os detalhes para os quais eu me focava eram a grande chave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Mas eu não tenho idéia de como por essa papelada em prática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Eu virei um retrato velho que insiste em manter-se no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Não tenho paciência para insistir na guia de um balão bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Não tenho curiosidade nem coragem para ações simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Como eu queria meus olhos redondos de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:green; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;Como sou bobo ao me prender nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beto Macedo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3887446464288960311?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3887446464288960311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=3887446464288960311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3887446464288960311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3887446464288960311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembranas-efeitos-que-no-vivi.html' title='Lembranças, efeitos que (não) vivi'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-1474281943531940777</id><published>2008-10-18T22:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:43:24.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um sabadabadabadabadow roXXXXXXXX</title><content type='html'>Quando eu finalmente consegui levantar, já era 06:30 e considerando que a excursão (teoricamente) sairia as 07:30, nem fiquei preocupada..... Só saí tão voada de casa que esqueci a autorização, que no final das contas, ninguem olhou.&lt;br /&gt;Na descida da serra, PMFM (por motivos de força maior) fui sentar lá na frente, e fui reparando: como aquele motorista é um perdidido ‘O.O’&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fomos pra CODESP. Cara que tédio!!!! Apresentação mais chata! Momento nós somos uma empresa certinha, boazinha e perfeita!! Humrum, ATÁ&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos DE ONIBUS para o museu do porto. DETALHE: era LITERALMENTE do lado da CODESP....&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;CARA EU VI UM ESCAFANDRO!!!!!! JURÃO!!!!!!!!! Mtomtoroxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos até o cais no terminal de passageiros, afinal nós iriamos ver o porto de barco^_^&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todo o terrorismo de dona madalena,- que falou, falou, falou mas na hora de ir com a gente pra santos neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem- o passeio foi ótimo!!! Ninguem enjoou, ninguem passou mal e o barco não balançou.&lt;br /&gt;As meninas tinham tomado remédio pra enjoo, então tavam mol sonolentinhas =*.*= A pri capotou no meu colo enquanto eu fazia cafuné nela. Depois fomos de onibus pro museu do porto e, adivinha, DE NOVO aquele mané se perdeu, foi aquela linha conheça santos XD&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao museu do café, em que eu já conhecia tudo, fiquei mais solta do grupo, quer dizer, mais solta mas não sozinha, fomos eu e o bruno ver tudo antes do povo pra depois eu tomar o melhor frozen que eu já provei na vida *.* Quer dizer, frozen não que lá eles conhecem por shake de capuccino ^^&lt;br /&gt;Como a gente ainda assim tava bem adiantado do resto do grupo, fomos conhecer as redondezas, dando uma volta no quarteirão. Como lá é zona portuária e sinceramente um lugar que eu não vou sozinha nem me pagando, pedi pro bruno”tio,  me dá o braço?”. Quando a gente virou a esquina, tinham dois travecos que, na boa, eram os travestis mais feios que eu já vi na minha vida (serioserioserio) o bruno virou pra mim e falou” Evelyn, pelamordedeus, me dá a mão”nem ri na hora , MAXINA XD, mas no final das contas nem fomos mexidos.&lt;br /&gt;No onibus a gente foi junto mesmo, ele quase deitado no meu colo. Chegando em SBC fomos para um show do Forka(muitomuitobom) detalhe: de paraquedas XDD.Depois fomos  pra galeria metropole, porque eu tava azul de fome. Decidimos enrolar um pouco mais, e no mezanino que o bruno nunca tinha reparado que existia, ficamos.&lt;br /&gt;Sim queridos, eu fiquei com o bruno, mas não foi em santos como a maioria pensa, foi em são bernoia mesmo.quando eu tava voltando pra casa, o bruno quis vir comigo. Não pela minha compania, mas sim pelo amor da vida dele: A PRETA.&lt;br /&gt;Chegando em casa eu fiquei na net até as duas da manhã, depois CAMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-1474281943531940777?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1474281943531940777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=1474281943531940777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1474281943531940777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1474281943531940777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-sabadabadabadabadow-roxxxxxxxx.html' title='um sabadabadabadabadow roXXXXXXXX'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6371131720322165179</id><published>2008-10-17T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:09:28.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindo de Porta</title><content type='html'>Pra começar o dia, nada como um surto. Melhor ainda quando ele NÃO é seu. ¬¬. Depois de eu acordar duas horas antes do que precisava, fui baixar o cd do lulo, que desde então estou ouvindo insistentemente ( I S2 POR UM TRIZ). Me acalma, me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;Já com a cabeça em ordem, fui pro chat (AIDS) e de zuzu descobrimos que eu e o marcelo somos Indies e não sabíamos XD&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;se a gente for seguir o teu conceito, marcelo, q pra ser indie tem q ser branco, eu sou quase a rainha dos indies&lt;br /&gt;Marcerlo=&gt;HAHAHAH eu faleio aquilo ironicamente ...&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;eu uso skinny...&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;eu tambem&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;tenho franja...&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;eu tambem&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;uso all star pra caralho...&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;eu uso nike&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt; eu uso listras pra caramba&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt; gosto de beatles...&lt;br /&gt;Tigre=&gt;mas você não é arrogante...&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;eu normalmente uso camisas sociais velhas, jaquetas velhas, calças apertadas e nike&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;o:&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;e sou arrogante&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt;acho que sou indie -hum&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;eu tb to achando q eu sou marcelo&lt;br /&gt;Tigre=&gt;e não fuma cigarro de grama pra ser cool ou fica fazendo pose de bêbado porra loka nas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt; eu nao tiro fotos nem tenho orkut&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;eu não fumo&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt; eu bebo&lt;br /&gt;Tigre=&gt;mas tira foto com pose de bêbado porr loka?&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;as veses meus amigos tiram fotos minhas bebada&lt;br /&gt;Eve=&gt;q as veses ficam melhores do q quando eu to sobria...&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo=&gt; eu sou sexy bebado&lt;br /&gt;Depois fui pra ete, pra assinar por meia sala quase, fomos então eu, koala e ogro beber. Detalhe: o dia inteiro eu só tinha comido UMA club Social e UMA vono.&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: uma merda linda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Com menos de duas garrafas de Jazz de maracujá eu já fiquei alegrinha. Isso porque eu bebo 4 smir facilfacil sem nem ficar sentindo nada. Tanto que quando o bruno virou pra mim e diss “porta” eu nem conseguia mais parar de rir... (sem comentários)&lt;br /&gt;Quando fomos pro onibus, após  eu  já ter comido meu chocolate, isso graças à muita carinha fofa e voz doce, quem começou a ficar ruim foi o koala, tanto que eu acabei dando graças a deus quando alguem também desceu no meu ponto, porque eu tava tão na brisa que me esqueci até de apertar o botão do sinal XD (sem comentários 2)&lt;br /&gt;Subindo pra chegar em casa eu PROPOSITADAMENTE tava andando em ziguezague na avenida dos andradadas. (sem comentários 3)&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fui dizer oi pra minha mãe, ela me falou:&lt;br /&gt;- você tá cheirando á bebia, andou bebendo?-&lt;br /&gt;-não mãe (ah tá) XD&lt;br /&gt;Nem fiquei contente de ter pizza de janta. Terminei de comer e me joguei na cama, porque no dia seguinte, nós iriamos pra Santos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6371131720322165179?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6371131720322165179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6371131720322165179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6371131720322165179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6371131720322165179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/rindo-de-porta.html' title='Rindo de Porta'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-545178804174573167</id><published>2008-10-17T16:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:06:06.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye my lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I give to you all of my life what you'll do with the gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I give to you my heart, do you'll fell something about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last nite, she sayd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never fell so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never fell so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never fell so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never felt like this before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause you are so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I think that I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My body lies, my heart lies to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wakes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She makes up and finally thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should GO away now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can be my lover, my hell, my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you are just a good memory now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I see you now, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ever have been sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be worry about me sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon you'll see me in the same way that I can see you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good bye my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good bye my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good bye childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time to be a woman now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll still ever be a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'll see you on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9c4bfe; font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-545178804174573167?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6603234564801047124</id><published>2008-10-17T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:36:11.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá la lá lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpyWJKC1Bi0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpyWJKC1Bi0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:16;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Um Triz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:16;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulo Scroback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Pitta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;color:#333333;"&gt;Por toda casa o que me embala é o teu som&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão louco e tons,&lt;br /&gt;Perto dos jetsons,&lt;br /&gt;Por todo livro,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que você não tem,&lt;br /&gt;Por todo hoje, explicação por todo ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te crer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te ser,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te estar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil viver,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas cordas já estou por um triz,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo país,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu chão,&lt;br /&gt;Tintas velhas de um outro estação,&lt;br /&gt;Cores que vem, cores que vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão num canto as chaves,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você vem,&lt;br /&gt;Espero todo zen,&lt;br /&gt;De super-homem.&lt;br /&gt;Na secretária frases,&lt;br /&gt;Vozes de ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Por todo hoje, explicação por todo ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil correr,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te matar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vira e você me diz,&lt;br /&gt;Toda feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu não&lt;br /&gt;Poesias na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Versos que vem, versos que vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas balas festis de anis,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quis,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que não,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo azul na clara imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que vem, sonhos que vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavra pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;tento me calar,&lt;br /&gt;Na volta o mesmo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;para te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que negue e foge da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Alguém careta que se esconde e pede piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te crer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te ser,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda te estar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil viver,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas frases tão razas de atriz,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quis,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que não,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo palco meus textos no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Falas em vão, falas em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vc vira e vc me diz,&lt;br /&gt;Toda feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu não&lt;br /&gt;Poesias na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Versos que vem, versos que vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda esquina tem um telefone,&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a agenda letras do seu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Espero alguém que passe e informe&lt;br /&gt;Se nesta vida estou só&lt;br /&gt;Ou tenho um codinome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6603234564801047124?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6603234564801047124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6603234564801047124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6603234564801047124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6603234564801047124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/l-la-l-l.html' title='Lá la lá lá'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6381415638127099916</id><published>2008-10-15T10:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:02:47.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo, tempo </title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;"Tempo, tempo mano velho, falta um tanto ainda eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Pra você correr macio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T78_X5k2aE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T78_X5k2aE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cara... ultimamente o que mais tem me faltado foi é tempo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tudo por causa daquele maldito trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pior é que eu tenho quase certeza que vou acabar fazendo tudo sozinha ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e depois você é a estressada&lt;br /&gt;a chata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;só mesmo esse clip do limp bizkit pra me fazer dar rizada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Oq9Houle5I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Oq9Houle5I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6381415638127099916?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6381415638127099916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6381415638127099916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6381415638127099916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6381415638127099916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-tempo.html' title='Tempo, tempo '/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2876347341203881384</id><published>2008-10-12T20:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:36:23.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Dá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é passar o tempo todo com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é passar tentando te esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é olhar no espelho e só dizer não dá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é olhar todo esse tempo por nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é fazer isso e simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixar tudo pra depois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso somente não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só simplesmente não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu tive tudo pra poder te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tive tudo pra tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas simplesmente não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu fiz meu mundo inteiro por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra não te fazer sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas simplesmente não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é tentar ao menos te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é sempre tentar e você nunca querer me ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é arranjar um tempo por nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você sabe o que é largar tudo por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E você deixar tudo pra depois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso somente não dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra poder te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tive tudo pra poder me conter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas simplesmente não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu fiz minha vida inteira por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra não me fazer sorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas simplesmente não dá!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu escrevi este poema com 16 anos de idade, na época, por incrível que pareça, meu namoro estava ótimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ela seria originalmente uma música (eu tenho a melodia na cabeça até hoje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoje olhando para a letra, percebo que foi uma premonição de tudo o que eu passaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas isso é passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;os momentos ruins da nossa vida só servem pra gente aprender com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e aí beto??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feliz com meus poemas??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2876347341203881384?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2876347341203881384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2876347341203881384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2876347341203881384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2876347341203881384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-d.html' title='Não Dá'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5180036813283165953</id><published>2008-10-12T20:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:02:18.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am doll parts doll skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doll legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois de quase morrrer após seu trabalho inacabado que mais parecia um dos 12 trabalhos de Hércules, nossa heroína finalmente tem tempo de entrar no seu belo bloguinho e deixar seus queridos sabendo de sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ebaebaeba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5180036813283165953?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5180036813283165953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5180036813283165953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5180036813283165953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5180036813283165953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/doll-parts.html' title='Doll parts'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7629372787625759031</id><published>2008-10-10T13:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:29:28.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartaruguinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como diria o white, ando um tanto tartaruguinha esses dias... afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não vou pra ete desde quarta... e pretendo nem ir  tão cedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só não estou legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabecomé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curtindo ficar ouvindo legião no fone de ouvido. Enrolada no cobertor, só olhando a vida passar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7629372787625759031?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7629372787625759031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=7629372787625759031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7629372787625759031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7629372787625759031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/tartaruguinha.html' title='Tartaruguinha'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3232775878077597729</id><published>2008-10-08T18:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:53:02.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Phyg_uIPQII&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Phyg_uIPQII&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3232775878077597729?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3232775878077597729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=3232775878077597729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3232775878077597729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3232775878077597729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/infancia.html' title='infância'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8026961385528118871</id><published>2008-10-08T17:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:21:58.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seether</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;the gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me now I need to feel relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I never wanted anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so ashamed of defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm out of reason to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm out of trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't face myself when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And look inside a mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so ashamed of that thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I'll let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untill I have something more to say for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so afraid of defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm out of reason to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm out of trying to defy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me now I need to feel complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I matter to the one I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm so ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so ashamed of me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8026961385528118871?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8026961385528118871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8026961385528118871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8026961385528118871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8026961385528118871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/seether.html' title='Seether'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-1947468509770146712</id><published>2008-10-08T17:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:09:17.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink e ozzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continuando cm  a sessão random no windows media player....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Derepente, me vejo ouvindo "please take me home" pra cair em "crazy train" oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parece estranho, inexplicavel, mas o resultado ficou mto bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi através do modo aleatório que eu descobri que a melhor música para ficar em seguida de "he's a rocker- the vines" é "outtaway-the vines"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( HEY JUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graças ao Silvio eu descobri Rx bandits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma banda mto boa de ska... sim meu bem eu também gosto de ska!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim como eu gosto de Le tigre, Madonna, Amber Pacific ( de amber eu não gosto, sou quase fã), e de los hermanos – mesmo após o camelo ter gravado com a Jaballu- mas isso é uma outra história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"já tentei muitas coisas, de Smir, a jesus, tudo que fiz foi por vaidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus foi traido por um beijo, (...) Não sei mais se é só questão de sorte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lage dor- legião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-1947468509770146712?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1947468509770146712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=1947468509770146712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1947468509770146712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1947468509770146712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/blink-e-ozzy.html' title='Blink e ozzy'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6053158611444144366</id><published>2008-10-08T14:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:12:02.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje está um friozinho bom ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão bom que hoje nem vou postar, só vou mostrar o amor da minha vida para os desavizados!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/eveangelmills/SJ-5WI-KCtI/AAAAAAAAABY/bZUUHkhD-sk/s400/PIC_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;preta!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6053158611444144366?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6053158611444144366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6053158611444144366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6053158611444144366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6053158611444144366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-amor-da-minha-vida.html' title='O amor da minha vida'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/eveangelmills/SJ-5WI-KCtI/AAAAAAAAABY/bZUUHkhD-sk/s72-c/PIC_1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-4442807005642579068</id><published>2008-10-07T18:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:44:20.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um poema direto do meu fichário- 15 anos de idade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Não me deixe sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Se eu não posso te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Não me faça voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Ao que eu não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Te amo, te desejo, te quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Não te tenho, não te encontro, te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Volto a ver aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;O que eu desisti de procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Mas não posso te tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Não sei se te amo ou se te quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Na dúvida, espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;O tempo é meu inimigo, meu aliado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Espero um dia estar do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Faço meu mundo sem pensar em volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Vivo a vida assim, solta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Começo a pensar que você é uma causa perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Mas não controlo tua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Pensando nisso tudo, tive até vontade de chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;No meu quarto, ouço o som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Te chamo e acordo num pulo veloz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2f2f2;"&gt;Contigo sonhava e acabei de acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Beto..... olha essa quantidade absurda de rima pobre oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Como a gente cresce né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4442807005642579068?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4442807005642579068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4442807005642579068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4442807005642579068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4442807005642579068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-um-poema-direto-do-meu-fichrio-15.html' title='Mais um poema direto do meu fichário- 15 anos de idade'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6992257749794863233</id><published>2008-10-07T14:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:56:43.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peole are strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;Enquanto estou baixando o le fil da Camille, aproveito pra por a cabeça no seu devido lugar e as minha idéias em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:KissMeKissMeKissMe;font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;Sabe, há cerca de um ano atras, a difrença entre o que eu sou hoje eu o que eu era é absurda.Garotinha bem, bem estranha... Triste mesmo sabe...&lt;br /&gt;O que me mudou tanto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:KissMeKissMeKissMe;font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;Tempo... Tempo faz toda a diferença. SEMPRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:KissMeKissMeKissMe;font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz mais espertos, mais fortes, mais inteligentes, mais dignos, mais sábios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria não nos vem de graça. Ela é sempre conquistada... Á sangue, suor e lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, graças a muitas, muitas lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;olha essas fotose compare vocÊ mesmo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254487068366344226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOuwJjLcECI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FFh8szUHOTg/s400/evy7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254487072226971250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOuwJxj4jnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nAB0NbDA4Eo/s400/DSC03986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;quantos anos eu tenho em cada foto??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;valendo um bis pra quem acertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:KissMeKissMeKissMe;font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:KissMeKissMeKissMe;font-size:14;color:red;"&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/2290592158760958357-6992257749794863233?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6992257749794863233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6992257749794863233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6992257749794863233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6992257749794863233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/peole-are-strange.html' title='Peole are strange'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOuwJjLcECI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FFh8szUHOTg/s72-c/evy7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-965788255439209565</id><published>2008-10-07T12:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:08:13.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do título ao todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem eu estava pensando sobre o próprio fato de escrever nesse blog, pois só o fato de escrever aqui, é ter uma grande parte de mim exposta. Mesmo considerando o fato que esse blog nem é tão íntimo e pessoal assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Querendo ou não, essa é uma grande parte de mim. Grande parte do meu Eu. Todos os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; são pequenos pedacinhos do meu ser, que te ajudam a compor uma imagem minha, ou decompor, vai saber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo mundo mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo mundo fala a verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo é uma questão de ponto de vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo ponto de vista é uma visão à partir de um ponto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo depende do que você é e de quem você quer ser amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos nós temos pré- conceitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos nós somos um pouco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;neofóbicos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinal, todos nós temos uma imagem construída de algo ou alguém., mesmo sabendo que todos nos decepcionarão, para o bem ou para o mau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guardamos as pessoas em caixas, rotulando-as de acordo com a nossa conveniência. Quando nós descobrimos que as pessoas são falhas em nossos conceitos, o nosso mumdo cai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo mundo é bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo mundo é mau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo é uma questão de como você o vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-965788255439209565?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/965788255439209565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=965788255439209565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/965788255439209565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/965788255439209565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-ttulo-ao-todo.html' title='Do título ao todo'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6891308409466058099</id><published>2008-10-07T00:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:10:29.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>camille, pra sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIuyVAXvf1k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIuyVAXvf1k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6891308409466058099?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6891308409466058099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6891308409466058099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6891308409466058099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6891308409466058099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='camille, pra sempre'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8395034748844913417</id><published>2008-10-06T12:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:52:30.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo!</title><content type='html'>ontem eu tava falando com o Beto sobre poemas, e sentimentos, então comentei sobre os meu fichario de poemas...&lt;br /&gt;esse daqui é de quando eu tinha 14 anos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÉRIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tentei te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tentei te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No barulho das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E no brilho do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tentei te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No sussuros das estátuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E no sorriso do olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tentei te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas antes que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pudesse te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Precisaria me achar denovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tentei me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas só vi você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8395034748844913417?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8395034748844913417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=8395034748844913417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8395034748844913417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/8395034748844913417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo.html' title='tempo!'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5935604706476421255</id><published>2008-10-06T11:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:30:54.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>segunda de manhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgxErWWe6PU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgxErWWe6PU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5935604706476421255?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5935604706476421255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5935604706476421255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5935604706476421255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/5935604706476421255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/segunda-de-manh.html' title='segunda de manhã...'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3390427092450719176</id><published>2008-10-05T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:57:25.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominguinho</title><content type='html'>mas que dominguinho de merda!!&lt;br /&gt;tá loco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada de acontecimentos, nada de novidades... Nada de nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254036255359803778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOoWIx2-oYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SUAc0Us0R28/s400/shaun-morgan-seether-crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a propósito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje tava ouvindo teatro mágico e me lembrei da gente ....Não. Não era por "O anjo mais velho", nem por "Ana e o mar", muito menos por "Realejo"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi por "Abaçaiado" mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque ??&lt;br /&gt;por causa desse trecho aqui:&lt;br /&gt;"Onde as meninas brincando no portão&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que são senhoras, &lt;strong&gt;têm horas, que horas são?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que resta é sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Fico perdido, sem direção"&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem comentarios please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3390427092450719176?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3390427092450719176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=3390427092450719176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3390427092450719176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3390427092450719176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/dominguinho.html' title='Dominguinho'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOoWIx2-oYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SUAc0Us0R28/s72-c/shaun-morgan-seether-crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-808421671128642653</id><published>2008-10-04T20:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:59:50.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabadabadabadabadow!!!</title><content type='html'>hoje foi bom demaaaaaais&lt;br /&gt;porque??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sabiam queridos, que se um dia você acha que alguém é extremamente retardado... um Jaballu Mongalhões da vida, e pensa... coitado! esse nunca vai arranjar um emprego na sua vida, engana-se, viu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque eu tenho tanta certeza??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estávamos eu, Bruno e Rafael na coop da faria lima (SBC) e decidimos pegar cada um uma Smir. Quando fomos passar no caixa olha só o que aconteceu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caixa: Querida, me mostra o seu RG??&lt;br /&gt;eu: ok, sem problema (desmontando minha bolsa)&lt;br /&gt;Bruno: pode deixar que o meu tá mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;eu: nem precisa Bruno, agora EU faço questão... ACHEI!! tá aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entreguei para a caixa... ela olha olha e pensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;pausa dramática&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caixa: mas voce tem 17 !!!&lt;br /&gt;eu: QUERIDA, eu tenho 18... NASCI EM 1989, FAÇO ESSE MES 19!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;pausa ainda mais dramática&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caixa: ah, é....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com a maior cara de bunda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFFFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"momento como pode"&lt;br /&gt;como pode alguem daquela idade não saber fazer uma simples conta de subtração?? oO³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se fosse só essa bizarisse, meu dia estava oteeeeemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o metrópole foi um tremendo freack show.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinha mulher de pescoço torto, piriguetes mirins de montão, cada baianinho pior que o outro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daí.... fomos pra praça da matriz... do lado da marechal.... o Rafael contou cada história.. a maioria, impublicáveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra variar, o freack show, continuou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;após deixarmos o rafael em casa... PORQUE HOJE TINHA JOGO DO PARMERA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começams a andar pela marechal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-então Helouquisa liga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem ouvi a conversa. afinal ,Mamãe me deu educação pra usa-la ne??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ele desligou, eu só vi ele tirando a aliança, a coleira, e a plaquinha de identificação....&lt;br /&gt;vira pra mim derrepente e fala terminei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com mol brilho nos olhos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depis fomoas andando até o wallmart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quegando lá, mortos, os dois, de cansaço!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no final, acabei nem falando com a diri.=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o dia foi roxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-808421671128642653?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/808421671128642653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=808421671128642653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/808421671128642653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/808421671128642653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabadabadabadabadow.html' title='Sabadabadabadabadow!!!'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7667240449540064167</id><published>2008-10-03T12:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:02:11.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um prato que se come frio</title><content type='html'>aiaiai é hoje que a priscila tem um infarto de tanta felicidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para refrscar a memória dos mais peixinhos dourados, ontem foi o VMB ( como marcelo nova prefere dizer-&gt; vindo muita bosta)... Mallu Magalhães (que à partir deste momento será apenas chamada de Jaballu Mongalhões) ontem estva concorrendo à três categorias.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para a festa, foi de mamãe eu sou demente, vide essa foto:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOZFClPS-jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrF4oQsxzG0/s1600-h/0,,15620602-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961926032587314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOZFClPS-jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrF4oQsxzG0/s400/0,,15620602-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem: site globo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra começar.... essa anta se acha bailarina ?? oO&lt;br /&gt;depois: repara bem.... com essa idade ainda não sabe por os sapatos sozinha..... tá usando uma sapatilha de cada cor oO&lt;br /&gt;o mais interessante é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se liga no povo se matando de rir ao fundo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detalhe: geralmente, as crianças com 3 anos já sabem escolher os proprios sapatos, sem fazer caca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ainda se perguntam pq eu odeio a jaballu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkstkstks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maluzeeeeenha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voce sinceramente mereceu não ter levado nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afinal até o dimdim do seu pai tem limite né??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fala sério pri... hoje tá combinando demais com festinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detalhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje ela foi na jovem pan oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem quizer ouvir&lt;br /&gt;olha o link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://virgula.com.br/panico/audio2.php?id=127"&gt;http://virgula.com.br/panico/audio2.php?id=127&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7667240449540064167?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7667240449540064167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=7667240449540064167&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7667240449540064167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7667240449540064167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-prato-que-se-come-frio.html' title='Um prato que se come frio'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOZFClPS-jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KrF4oQsxzG0/s72-c/0,,15620602-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2387861387203028054</id><published>2008-10-02T22:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:48:50.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=&gt;Love&lt;=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOV5zGt5j1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xw1bdtyyxks/s1600-h/dhri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252738459280969554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOV5zGt5j1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xw1bdtyyxks/s400/dhri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Alguem que eu amo demaaais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amo voce amo voce amovoce amo voce amo voce amo voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;minha melhor amiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pra sempre sempre e sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2387861387203028054?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2387861387203028054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2387861387203028054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2387861387203028054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2387861387203028054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title='=&gt;Love&lt;='/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SOV5zGt5j1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xw1bdtyyxks/s72-c/dhri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6396331974416614865</id><published>2008-10-02T11:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:33:45.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus doesn't  want me for a Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&gt; Leo me perguntou porque eu mudei o meu apelido... De Cherry para Lilith. A resposta não está no vento. está em alto e bom som:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que você pode ser a cereja se pode ser o símbolo da tentação??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é claro que essa resposta é mentira!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é porque meu nome quer dizer filha de eva... mas para e pensa:&lt;br /&gt;lilith foi expulsa do jardim do edem por se achar com os mesmos direitos que adão!!!&lt;br /&gt;detalhe:&lt;br /&gt;para tirarem-na de lá foram necessarios tres anjos&lt;br /&gt;enquanto para adão e eva apenas um!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou mais filha de lilith do que de eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou brigenta&lt;br /&gt;insubmissa&lt;br /&gt;liberteé&lt;br /&gt;fratenité&lt;br /&gt;igualité&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6396331974416614865?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6396331974416614865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=6396331974416614865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6396331974416614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6396331974416614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus-doesnt-want-me-for-sunbeam.html' title='Jesus doesn&apos;t  want me for a Sunbeam'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-4384195895091988180</id><published>2008-10-01T07:16:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:19:32.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing e Mallu Malhagães</title><content type='html'>Pare e Pense :&lt;br /&gt;eu amo essa música:&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWmb0CSUWUs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWmb0CSUWUs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; caso não de pra ver&gt;&gt; tá aqui a url :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWmb0CSUWUs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ela ao vivo é um terror oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3STI2y0hY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3STI2y0hY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sendo que eu prefiro essa versão de uma banda cover do brasil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQrUkB4VDos&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQrUkB4VDos&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí você para e pensa:&lt;br /&gt;porque gente sem tanto talento consegue tanto sucesso e algumas musiquinhas boas&gt;&gt; eu sinceramente odeio admitir mas a música é boa&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; papai Simpson (não, não é o Homer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde pequena, sempre mostrou seu interesse pela dança, então papai Simpson, uniu o útil ao agradável, transformando sua caçulinha em uma das dançarinas de Jessica Simpson e mais tarde transformando-a em cantora também e popstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nunca viu algo assim por aí??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu nome??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mallu Magalhães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/Malluu.jpg/200px-Malluu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momento "como pode??":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode uma guria de 15 anos, que não canta absolutamente nada, que tem letras imbecis, não sabe sequer tocar um violão (quanto mais ser uma multinstrumentista, como a midia adora chama-la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;¬¬³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) fazer tanto sucesso????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind the answer is blowin' in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caso pra você ele fale em outro idioma, eu explicito e traduzo pra você:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, dizer que suas influências foram Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan e Beatles é fácil, mas saber que são seu ídolos na verdade, fica difícil né maluZEEEEEEnha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tocar direito que é bom então.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saber escrever letras... piorou!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;então só resta uma alternativa para o XUXEço (preciso explicar a grafia errada??):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Papai pagar!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;afinal, a gente finge que acredita que ao usar o dim dim pra gravar no estúdio suas "obras primas" ela tenha realmente ficado sem festa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me engana que eu gosto! (ou como eu prefiro dizer, e eu sou o mickey!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afinal... de que adinta ter seu "pequeno pássaro cantante", se não podes exibir para o mundo???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aí que entra meus amigos, o tão famoso JABÁ!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;detalhe : Só de aparecer no jô, o papi dela já desembolsou 50 mil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4384195895091988180?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4384195895091988180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4384195895091988180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4384195895091988180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4384195895091988180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/10/mudana.html' title='Marketing e Mallu Malhagães'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6681825881755717740</id><published>2008-09-30T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:32:12.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bonequinha de luxo</title><content type='html'>com batom forte&lt;br /&gt; de unha vermelha&lt;br /&gt;com faixa escarlate no cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicidade de menina&lt;br /&gt;corpo de mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malícia de Súcubo&lt;br /&gt;coração de mademoissele D'arc&lt;br /&gt;rosto de bonequinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de luxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-6681825881755717740?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6681825881755717740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/6681825881755717740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/bonequinha-de-luxo.html' title='bonequinha de luxo'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-7269246784086237396</id><published>2008-09-29T13:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:42:16.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincando de rafael</title><content type='html'>sabe quando voce simplesmente se cansa de alguem???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois bem bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu casei de brincar de ursa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiro brincar de rafael....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí vem a pergunta: como assim de rafael??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando voce quer terminar com alguem voce tem duas alternativas:&lt;br /&gt;a primeira é ser legal e decente, chegar na criatura e falar qual é a real ouuu.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar uma de rafael=&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&gt; vamos considerar que no meu caso é mais facil , pratico e condizente com a situação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afinal voce precisa estar namorando para poder terminar com classe&lt;br /&gt;se vc está apenas de rolo&lt;br /&gt;foda-se a classe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual é o meu brinquedo favorito??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7269246784086237396?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7269246784086237396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/7269246784086237396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/brincando-de-rafael.html' title='Brincando de rafael'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3978989209723705841</id><published>2008-09-27T19:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:52:50.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'>piada do dia</title><content type='html'>Um cidadão entra numa Delegacia em Brasília e diz ao delegado:&lt;br /&gt;- Vim entregar-me, cometi um crime e desde então não consigo viver em paz.&lt;br /&gt;- Fique calmo... o que o senhor fez!?&lt;br /&gt;- Atropelei um petista na estrada de Taguatinga.&lt;br /&gt;- Ora meu amigo, como o senhor pode se culpar se esses  petistas atravessam as ruas e as estradas a todo o momento?&lt;br /&gt;- Mas ele estava no acostamento!&lt;br /&gt;- Isto é sinal que iria atravessar...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse o senhor seria outro qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não tive sequer coragem de avisar a família dele!&lt;br /&gt;- Meu amigo, se o senhor tivesse avisado haveria manifestação de repúdio, passeatas com apoio da CUT, MST, pancadaria e morreria muito mais gente; então o senhor fez muito bem, portou-se como um pacifista.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas doutor, eu enterrei o pobre homem ali mesmo, na beira da estrada!&lt;br /&gt;- O senhor realmente me parece uma pessoa de bem. Enterrar um petista é postura de benfeitor. Outro qualquer o abandonaria ali mesmo para ser comido por urubus.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas enquanto eu o enterrava, ele gritava : Estou vivo, estou vivo!&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo mentira, esses petistas mentem muito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3978989209723705841?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3978989209723705841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3978989209723705841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/piada-do-dia.html' title='piada do dia'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-9060211270757988380</id><published>2008-09-27T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:52:13.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>doente</title><content type='html'>Iron &amp;amp; Wine - Resurrection Fern&lt;br /&gt;In our days we will live&lt;br /&gt;Like our ghosts will live:&lt;br /&gt;Pitching glass at the cornfield crows&lt;br /&gt;And folding clothes&lt;br /&gt;Like stubborn boys across the road&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep everything:&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's gun and the black bear claw&lt;br /&gt;That took her dog&lt;br /&gt;When sister Laurie says, "Amen"&lt;br /&gt;We won't hear anything:&lt;br /&gt;The ten-car trains will take that word&lt;br /&gt;That fledgling bird&lt;br /&gt;And the fallen house across the way&lt;br /&gt;It'll keep everything:&lt;br /&gt;The baby's breath&lt;br /&gt;Our bravery wasted and our shame&lt;br /&gt;And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire&lt;br /&gt;Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire&lt;br /&gt;All the more a pair of underwater pearls&lt;br /&gt;Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern&lt;br /&gt;In our days we will say&lt;br /&gt;What our ghosts will say:&lt;br /&gt;We gave the world what it saw fit&lt;br /&gt;And what'd we get?&lt;br /&gt;Like stubborn boys with big green eyes&lt;br /&gt;We'll see everything:&lt;br /&gt;In the tender shade of the autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;And the buzzard's wing&lt;br /&gt;And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire&lt;br /&gt;Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire&lt;br /&gt;All the more a pair of underwater pearls&lt;br /&gt;Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-9060211270757988380?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9060211270757988380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/9060211270757988380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/doente.html' title='doente'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-5139353836556149</id><published>2008-09-26T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:11:25.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAU FIXE</title><content type='html'>J'aime bien, les roses rouges, les roses blanches&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'offres à tort ou sans raison&lt;br /&gt;J'aime aussi, mettre du rouge sur mes joues blanches&lt;br /&gt;Pour un soir, pour un oui, pour un non&lt;br /&gt;Je suis bien dans la paresse de nos dimanches&lt;br /&gt;Je suis loin quand il fait un peu froid&lt;br /&gt;Je n'attends que ton épaule où je m'épanche...&lt;br /&gt;J'aime aussi ces petits gestes-là&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fil&lt;br /&gt;Un souffle, un battement de cil&lt;br /&gt;Si l'un&lt;br /&gt;De nous se défile&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fil&lt;br /&gt;J'aime aussi lorsque je pars où bon te semble&lt;br /&gt;J'aime autant le jour où tu reviens&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais avoir pour toi les mots qui tremblent&lt;br /&gt;Oublier de me perdre en chemin&lt;br /&gt;J'aime tant courir vers toi à perdre haleine&lt;br /&gt;Sans garder le meilleur pour la fin&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux que poser ma main dans la tienne&lt;br /&gt;Et m'étendre jusqu'au petit matin&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fil&lt;br /&gt;Un souffle, un battement de cil&lt;br /&gt;Si l'un&lt;br /&gt;De nous se défile&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fil&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fil&lt;br /&gt;Un souffle, un battement de cil&lt;br /&gt;Si l'un&lt;br /&gt;De nous se défile&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Ne tient qu'à un fixe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-5139353836556149?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5139353836556149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=5139353836556149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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estranha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fala comigo, voce sabe que sempre pode contar comigo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eve, voce tá bem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eve, que vizu mais dark... o que aconteceu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o que aconteceu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aconteceu que eu cansei de ser boazinha gente.... que nem todo dia a gente quer brincar de se fingir de alegre, brincar de ser perfeita, de brincar de agradar os os outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje, eu tô simplesmente seguindo a música go let it out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quem não conhece.... está aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YD2cP2pGUw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YD2cP2pGUw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1473934529938653460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/explicaes-e-desculpas.html' title='explicações e desculpas'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8899628476397062898</id><published>2008-09-26T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:36:16.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/eveangelmills/SN0MoFwbzAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lqVufnir4G4/s400/evy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1- porque msn pra gente é luxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2- porque caçar os patos é SEMPRE BOM MEU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3- porque voce é minha comadre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4- porque me ensinou a falar puti lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5- porque marechal de sábado é foda oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6- porque vc ama coralie clement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7- porque voce ama carla bruni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8- porque voce ama música francesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9 - porque sempre posso contar com você e vice e versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10- e mais 666 razões que não cabem neste&lt;/span&gt; depo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-7692403328013907188?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7692403328013907188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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com quem ela simplesmente não quer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;há pessoaas que me amam ou odeiam, nunca você vai ouvir um tanto faz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;isso pode ser um defeito, uma qualidade, ou simplesmente uma característica tão minha quanto as minhas impressões digitais ou a minha iris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E isso, sim, isso também traz complicações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ontem, eu saí com as meninas no intervalo para o metropole.... se estivesse apenas elas.. fmz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas meu... tava os gemeos com elas junto!!! eu simplesmente não suporto eles... sabe aquele tipo de gente que o seu santo não bate de cara e depois voce vai descobrindo só mais motivos pra não gostar dela???? bem isso ocorre comigo e com os gemeos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;não vou com a cara e não faço a menor questão de ser fofa e/ou simpática com eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e pra variar.... como eles tem uma mentalidade&gt;&gt; ao meu ver, ok!&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;daí quando eu e a diana fomos finalmente para as americanas comprar choco... meu humor que já nem era dos melhores naquela hora, foi pro vinagre de vez quando a Di começou a me dar bronca, como se eu fosse a única errada na historia... pelo jeito que ela falava não tava esperando que eu fosse bem, objetiva com ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;isso não quer dizer que brigamos , mas sim que o clima ficou meio estranho, salvas pela caixinha da igreja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;daí quando estavamos saíndo das americanas, cadê o povo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;nem esperaram a gente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e ainda queriam choco!!!??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;¬¬ !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como eu nem tava afim de chocolate a diana comeu quase a caixa toda sozinha durante a subida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÈRIO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é cada coisa que me acontece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....Silvio Luiz (8) (b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;não sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;23/9/2008&lt;br /&gt;12:05:19&lt;br /&gt;*unicefEve--&gt;(8)With the birds I'll shareThis lonely view(8)=**.**= ('.')para:&lt;br /&gt;....Silvio Luiz (8) (b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem colocou a placa de não pise na grama la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;23/9/2008&lt;br /&gt;12:05:57&lt;br /&gt;....Silvio Luiz (8) (b)&lt;br /&gt;*unicefEve--&gt;(8)With the birds I'll shareThis lonely view(8)=**.**= ('.')para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6-pack de Budweiser, ou Ingresso para o show do Sugar Kane no Plano B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23/9/2008&lt;br /&gt;12:06:09&lt;br /&gt;....Silvio Luiz (8) (b) para:&lt;br /&gt;*unicefEve--&gt;(8)With the birds I'll shareThis lonely view(8)=**.**= ('.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a melhor resposta ganha um pack de Budweiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-1273542319476198324?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1273542319476198324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=1273542319476198324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/1273542319476198324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Koala- agora me responde , porque Ursa?&lt;br /&gt;Ursa- porque eu namorolo um urso meu, agora você pergunta, um Urso?&lt;br /&gt;Koala- isso mesmo!!! (rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Ursa- porque ele é grande, fofinho, peludinho, preguiçozinho e me faz tão bem!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;(rsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Koala – além de ursa, do que mais ele te chama?&lt;br /&gt;Ursa- de zebra, de gatona... e suas variantes dependendo da ocasião (rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Koala- caralho meu, você parece mais é um zoológico com tanto apelido&lt;br /&gt;Ursa- nanão! A ete é que parece um zoo.... vide... Leandro.. Tb conhecido como louva- diminutivo de louva deus&lt;br /&gt;Koala- o Leandro já é outra historia.... ele é um quase... Leônidas&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-4609880207101780456?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4609880207101780456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4609880207101780456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4609880207101780456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4609880207101780456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/dilogo-entre-um-koala-e-uma-ursa.html' title='Diálogo entre um Koala e uma Ursa'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-4302539968368717882</id><published>2008-09-23T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:47:03.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beiral</title><content type='html'>Dez metros&lt;br /&gt;Nem um centímetro a mais&lt;br /&gt;Um impulso&lt;br /&gt;Um salto&lt;br /&gt;Um fim&lt;br /&gt;Um meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que os meus fins ainda justificam os meus meios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinze metros&lt;br /&gt;Alguns meses a mais&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sonhos a menos&lt;br /&gt;À sete palmos&lt;br /&gt;À poucos saltos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres tigres tristes&lt;br /&gt;Brigaram por um pouco de trigo&lt;br /&gt;No final, todos passaram fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinte metros&lt;br /&gt;Um ano a mais&lt;br /&gt;Infinitas tristezas a menos&lt;br /&gt;Dor, insanidade e tudo o que me fazia sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Já não faz mas parte do meu Eu, Hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três dias&lt;br /&gt;Três horas&lt;br /&gt;Três semestres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sóbria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nX2qlTn6t24"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nX2qlTn6t24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scar Tissue&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Anthony Kiedis, Flea, John Frusciante, Chad Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Scar tissue that I wished you saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarcastic Mister Know-it-All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Push me up against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Young Kentucky Girl in a push-up bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fallin' all over myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To lick your heart and taste you health 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blood loss in a bathroom stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Southern girl with a scarlet drawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wave good-bye to ma and pa 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft spoken with a broken jaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Step outside but not to brawl in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autumn's sweet we call it fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll shareThis lonely view…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scar tissue that I wished you saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarcastic mister know it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the birds I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely viewWith the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This lonely view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2290592158760958357-4302539968368717882?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4302539968368717882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=4302539968368717882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4302539968368717882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/4302539968368717882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/beiral.html' title='Beiral'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-8384183344913122943</id><published>2008-09-22T23:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:36:31.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SNj7myOW5wI/AAAAAAAAADI/2b5B-kCpu1A/s1600-h/DSC04749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222009435907842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SNj7myOW5wI/AAAAAAAAADI/2b5B-kCpu1A/s320/DSC04749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^- vista da janela da minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia brincando de Alice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um dia brincando de Lollita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Um dia brincando de zebra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um dia brincando de Ursa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só quero brincar com você !! ^^&lt;br /&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-8384183344913122943?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTvlemWm8Pc/SNj7myOW5wI/AAAAAAAAADI/2b5B-kCpu1A/s72-c/DSC04749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-2007434749898447042</id><published>2008-09-22T11:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:20:47.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>prii- pra vc que duvidava</title><content type='html'>Eve--&gt;(8)She go let it out, She go let it in, She go let it out(8)=**.**= ('.') diz (11:15):&lt;br /&gt;viu??&lt;br /&gt;pulmón diz (11:15):&lt;br /&gt;voce ja tinha feito antes haha&lt;br /&gt;*unicefEve--&gt;(8)She go let it out, She go let it in, She go let it out(8)=**.**= ('.') diz (11:15):&lt;br /&gt;na vdd nao&lt;br /&gt;rssr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-2007434749898447042?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2007434749898447042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=2007434749898447042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2007434749898447042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/2007434749898447042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/prii-pra-vc-que-duvidava.html' title='prii- pra vc que duvidava'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-3601224145972415254</id><published>2008-09-21T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:09:12.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>musicas que amo!!</title><content type='html'>3 Libras&lt;br /&gt;A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;Threw you the obviousAnd you flew with it on your back,A name in your recollection,Down among a million same.Difficult not to feel a little bitDisappointed and passed overWhen I look right throughTo see you naked but obliviousAnd you don't see me.But I threw you the obviousJust to see if there's more behind theEyes of a fallen angel,Eyes of a tragedy.Here I am expecting just a little bittoo much from the wounded.But I see, see through it all,See through and see you.'Cause I threw you the obviousTo see what occurs behind theEyes of a fallen angel,Eyes of a tragedy.Oh well, oh well, apparently nothing.Apparently nothing at all.You don't, you don't, you don't see me.You don't, you don't, you don't see me.You don't, you don't, you don't see me.You don't, you don't, you don't see me.You don't see me.You don't, you don't, you don't see me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For No One&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Lennon / McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Your day breaks, your mind aches,You find that all her words of kindness linger on,When she no longer needs you.She wakes up, she makes up,She takes her time and doesnÂ’t feel she has to hurry,She no longer needs you.And in her eyes you see nothing,No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one,A love that should have lasted years.You want her, you need her,And yet you don’t believe her,When she says her love is dead,You think she needs you.And in her eyes you see nothing,No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one,A love that should have lasted years.You stay home, she goes out,She says that long ago she knew someone but now,He’s gone, she doesn’t need him.Your day breaks, your mind aches,There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head,You won’t forget her.And in her eyes you see nothing,No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one,A love that should have lasted years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un M'a Dit&lt;br /&gt;Carla Bruni&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Carla Bruni / Léos Carax&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaudQue de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteauxPourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...Refrain:Que tu m'aimais encore,C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.Serait ce possible alors ?On dit que le destin se moque bien de nousQu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet toutParait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fouPourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...Au refrainMais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits"il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les rosesOn me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaudQue de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...Au refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Belong To Me&lt;br /&gt;Carla Bruni&lt;br /&gt;See the Pyramids Along the NileWatch the sun rise On a tropic isleJust remember darling All the whileYou belong to meSee the market place In old AlgiersSend me photographs And souvenirsJust remember 'Til your dream appearsYou belong to meI'll be so alone Without youMaybe You'll be lonesome, tooMaybe You'll be lonesome too And blueFly the ocean In a silver planeSee the jungle When its wet with rainsJust remember Till you're home againOr until I come home to youYou belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Beauté&lt;br /&gt;Coralie Clément&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Benjamin Biolay&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu'il faut une fin, Puisqu'on ne se verra plus jamais De la vie Sur la bouche Ou en douce Puisque même un rien Puisque tu as trop peur Que je ne vois plus mes pieds Dans quelque été Tu diras juste Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté S'il faut un coupable, S'il te faut un motif Alors dessine-le À même le sable À même l'été Nous rentrerons à Paris Le coeur bien lourd Un vendredi En trois mots Vers la bouche De métro Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté Bye Bye, Bye Bye Beauté Ça finira comme je l'ai dit Dans les larmes, sous la pluie Tout finira comme je l'ai prédit Sans vacarme, sans un cri, Peut-être même un vendredi Sous une rame, à Bastille, Ça finira comme je l'ai dit Comme une panne dans la vie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290592158760958357-3601224145972415254?l=minhaestorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3601224145972415254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290592158760958357&amp;postID=3601224145972415254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3601224145972415254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290592158760958357/posts/default/3601224145972415254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaestorias.blogspot.com/2008/09/musicas-que-amo.html' title='musicas que amo!!'/><author><name>Eve</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42boiQwmJCI/TeWiapha0bI/AAAAAAAABC8/l7NqPLmt-Ak/s220/CoDSCF5152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290592158760958357.post-6556790616450996989</id><published>2008-09-20T10:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:59:58.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>começando o recomeço... ou será um descomeço?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre tento começar um blog e ir até &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o fim... mas chegar até o fim que é bom.. necas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como tudo na minha vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bicicleta, a facul de desing, uma paixão que eu jurei ser amor ( e hoje eu só consigo diferenciar porque amor é eterno... se não foi eterno, não era amor)... meu cabelo curtinho, o curso de ingles ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tenho a triste mania de ~me viciar rápido em algo ou em alguem..... mas com a mema velocidade que se torna interessante aos meus ohos, o objeto adorado pode perder a graça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coisa de guria mimada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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