<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:28:43.461-03:00</updated><category term='Textos'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Conversa entre amigos...'/><category term='Frases Aleatorias'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Family Guy Downloads'/><category term='Seriados'/><category term='Outros Blogs'/><category term='PureZone'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Os 10 Mais...'/><category term='Comentando'/><category term='Cordas de Violão'/><category term='Post Fuleira'/><category term='All About'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Selos'/><category term='USA'/><title type='text'>Mil passos contra o tedio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2282203972630062427</id><published>2012-01-21T02:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:35:39.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desativado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2282203972630062427?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2282203972630062427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2282203972630062427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2282203972630062427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2282203972630062427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2012/01/desativado.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5428883021010873705</id><published>2010-10-02T20:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:55:34.399-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Change what's already changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/TKfFhWTgjRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/AS_UpU5caV0/s1600/kopkpokpok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/TKfFhWTgjRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/AS_UpU5caV0/s1600/kopkpokpok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei minha vida escutando que fotos em sépia eram as mais bonitas;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu, eu pintei as minhas de preto e branco;&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos se passaram e elas não mudaram;&lt;br /&gt;Só ficaram mais claras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olhei as flores;&lt;br /&gt;Não vi o céu; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não observei o sol;&lt;br /&gt;Não enxerguei o que havia de escondido em cada uma dessas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traga um Photoshop para elas;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o que eu botei; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Coloque as cores de volta; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nem sempre sépias são as mais bonitas; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não dizem que crianças são o futuro?;&lt;br /&gt;Então colora os seus olhos de lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei minha vida escutando que fotos em sépia eram as mais bonitas;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, eu pintei as minhas de preto e branco;&lt;br /&gt;Salve as antigas, não quero esquecê-las;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se lembre de também ter uma copia da nova...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to all we have done;&lt;br /&gt;This is great. This is awesome, This is life;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look before I do something to change it;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look before keep them all the same forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traga um Photoshop para elas;&lt;br /&gt;Tire o que eu botei;&lt;br /&gt;Coloque as cores de volta;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre sépias são as mais bonitas;&lt;br /&gt;Não dizem que crianças são o futuro?;&lt;br /&gt;Então colora os olhos de lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só desfaça o que eu fiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*-*-*-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oi pessoas! Depois de quase 3 meses eu voltei, senti falta disso, parece que foi ontem que escrevi o último post. Talvez eu reapareça com mais frequencia por aqui nas proximas semanas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, e o que vocês acharam do novo layout? A Vicky e o Jack já estavam me enjoando, se bem que agora toda vez que olho para o Ryan dá vontade de imitar a sua maquiagem... sioaoisoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quais as novas de vocês nesses últimos 3 meses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5428883021010873705?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5428883021010873705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5428883021010873705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5428883021010873705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5428883021010873705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/10/passei-minha-vida-escutando-que-fotos.html' title='Change what&apos;s already changed'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/TKfFhWTgjRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/AS_UpU5caV0/s72-c/kopkpokpok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-507884829651778416</id><published>2010-06-28T22:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:38:51.282-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><title type='text'>Keep a calendar, this way you'll always know...</title><content type='html'>Faz tempos que eu não vinha aqui e ja estava sentindo saudade, estou completamente sem nada para escrever esses dias, não vou dar as provas como desculpa dessa vez, estou realmente sem saco para escrever, estou com umas coisas novas em outros sites e acho que em poucos meses quando ficarem prontos eu coloco eles aqui para vocês verem, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse passar aqui seria algo do tipo, "Oi, estou sem inspiração, tchau!", mas acho que esse post merece um pouco mais de atenção do que os&amp;nbsp;clássicos, então vou colocar alguns videos do YouTube que eu achei á alguns dias e que acho que talvez vocês gostem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Fred Goes Reporting - Acho que muita gente aqui ja conhece o Fred, ele é um garotinho que fica fazendo um bando de doideira, &lt;s&gt;EU TENHO UMA CAMISA DELE E VOCÊ NÃO, UAHUHAUHAUAHUAHU, TOMA.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nesse episodio ele sai entrevistando um bando de gente no meio da rua e fica 'Cutucando' a prefeitura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ds-cEjkc9Ko&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/ds-cEjkc9Ko&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Beatles 3000 - Esse video é uma montegem de um documentario dos Beatles no ano de 3000. Não acho que era para ser engraçado, mas é muito legal para quem é fã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Z2vU8M6CYI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/3Z2vU8M6CYI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - A weekend at Pete's Roses - Vocês podem até dizer que estou virando uma maniaca do Fall Out Boy, mas nesse video praticamete so a música e Pete são relacionados a eles, o Brendon e o Spencer do Panic! praticamente roubam a cena, mas mesmo assim, o video é muito legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzQPrC7RazY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/xzQPrC7RazY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3035191188542221974-507884829651778416?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/507884829651778416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=507884829651778416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/507884829651778416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/507884829651778416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/06/faz-tempos-que-eu-nao-vinha-aqui-e-ja.html' title='Keep a calendar, this way you&apos;ll always know...'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8568875784388167060</id><published>2010-06-04T23:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:36:05.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Das bocas, palavras, acordes e batidas de pessoas queridas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3isaae4n51qb6isto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3isaae4n51qb6isto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Último verão nós tocamos árvores através da placa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mas pela queda será uma história encoberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Agora nas lojas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Faça de nós garotos do poster do teu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mas nós não estamos fazendo um discurso aceitável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Eu achei o lugar mais seguro pra guardar todos os nossos segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Todo ponto vem para atualizar o jornal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Então vida longa aos acidentes do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Chorando no sofá até que os poetas voltem a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Me conserte em 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Eu posso jogar seus problemas fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Com um sentimento e uma onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Da minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Porque esse é exatamente o tipo de garoto que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A única coisa que eu não fiz ainda foi morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;E isso sou eu e minha senha ao pós-vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Multidões são ganhas, perdidas e ganhas de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mas nossos corações batem para serem duros de matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Então vida longa aos acidentes do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Chorando no sofá até que os poetas voltem a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Me conserte em 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Então vida longa aos acidentes do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Chorando no sofá até que os poetas voltem a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Me conserte em 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thriller - Fall Out Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3035191188542221974-8568875784388167060?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8568875784388167060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8568875784388167060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8568875784388167060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8568875784388167060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/06/das-bocas-palavras-acordes-e-batidas-de.html' title='Das bocas, palavras, acordes e batidas de pessoas queridas'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2612228766500556</id><published>2010-05-23T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:45:53.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you're drunk, do you see pink elephants?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S_nK_rMAv9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/HvOsBmNNhhE/s1600/kpoopkfepokfekw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S_nK_rMAv9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/HvOsBmNNhhE/s320/kpoopkfepokfekw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;“Ela corria, e corria rápido. Pulava cercas, desviava de avós, driblava bicicleteiros, sobrevoava grandes pedras, All-star nos pés, pulseiras coloridas e uma camisa grande escrito ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Proteja a natureza’&lt;/i&gt;, short jeans para completar tudo. Os cabelos sobrevoavam com o vento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Músicas tristes vinham na sua cabeça, o subúrbio parecia um lugar bom, ela corria, corria e corria, se lembrou dos momentos felizes no meio de lagrimas e deu uma risada, era simplesmente uma fantasia, aquilo não estava acontecendo, mas era melhor não arriscar, continuou correndo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Não fazia o menor sentido, no fundo ela realmente queria que algo a parasse, mas infelizmente aquilo não era um filme mariaquinha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Continuou correndo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;‘How many special people change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Correu mais rapido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;‘Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Mais rapido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;‘I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;‘So just move, just move, just move like you’re gonna die soon’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Corria cada vez mais rapido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Chegou ao topo de uma colina, parou em frente á cidadezinha em frente a ela, encostou-se em uma arvore atraz dela e simplesmente relaxou, e ficou feliz, sussurava músicas para si mesma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;‘Why don't you walk away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;No buildings will fall down’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mexia nos cardaços do sapato enquanto comia tic-tacs de menta e pensava em elefantes cor-de-rosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Colocou uma menta na boca e grita ‘HÁ!’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/3035191188542221974-2612228766500556?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2612228766500556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2612228766500556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2612228766500556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2612228766500556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-drunk-do-you-see-pink.html' title='&quot;When you&apos;re drunk, do you see pink elephants?&quot;'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S_nK_rMAv9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/HvOsBmNNhhE/s72-c/kpoopkfepokfekw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-6129533772457224476</id><published>2010-05-03T21:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:03:53.342-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Blogs'/><title type='text'>Eu, 1 ano trazendo infelicidade em seus computadores</title><content type='html'>A primeira coisa que pensei de manhã logo depois de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Porr* despertador nojento, não enche o saco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; foi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Tenho de me lembrar algo do qual me esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;, o dia foi passando, achei que era algo que tinha me esquecido ou então algum aniversário, cheguei em casa ligo o meu computador e vejo o orkut procurando por aniversários, uma tentativa fracassada. Na minha 'voltinha' pelo Blogger chego em minha pagina para ver se havia novos comentários e finalmente percebo o novo banner e cores que havia colocado na noite anterior, e me lembro que era o aniversário de 1 ano do Mil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S99to3t2jiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sszoLysqtXc/s1600/fopkewfkewpofkwp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S99to3t2jiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sszoLysqtXc/s320/fopkewfkewpofkwp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa e sem agonia abri uma pagina do Blogger, Nova postagem e&amp;nbsp;comecei&amp;nbsp;a escrever o que estava pensado para hoje a exatos 12 meses atrás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem brincadeira, minha vontade maior quando criei essa coisinha era chegar a exatos 1 ano (No&amp;nbsp;mínimo), e sair dos 3 seguidores... Durante um ano comecei a perceber que amadureci bastante, saí de um pensamento para outro, minha visão do mundo mudou muito nos últimos 365 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é algo dos amigos que fiz aqui, das diferentes&amp;nbsp;opiniões&amp;nbsp;que ouvi aqui, ou se foi o tempo, as descobertas que fiz, ou se foi uma combinação de todos eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não mudam. Isso é um fato, mas aí vem algum ser e diz que pessoas mudam sim, e elas mudam sim, mas a sua mente, o seu jeito de pensar e até os gostos... Ela nunca vai deixar de ser o que ela realmente é, ou o que pensa que é. Num dia&amp;nbsp;difícil um grande amigo meu me disse &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"Bom, como adolescente, hm, nos mudamos muito, e muitas vezes na&amp;nbsp;adolescência&amp;nbsp;estamos formando a nossa PERSONALIDADE entende?"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;E simplesmente não queremos entender isso, porque temos medo do que vamos descobrir sobre nos mesmos...&amp;nbsp;E esse meu amigo falou mais algumas coisas pra mim, e só não vou publica-las aqui porque quero que elas sejam minhas para sempre, ouviu? PARA SEMPRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1vehj04Ft1qb6isto1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1vehj04Ft1qb6isto1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, essa foi a minha desculpa para passar aqui e infernizar mais uma tarde da vida de vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Paula quer saber porque uma coisa tão banal pode ter trazido tantas lembranças boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-6129533772457224476?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/6129533772457224476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=6129533772457224476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6129533772457224476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6129533772457224476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-1-ano-trazendo-infelicidade-em-seus.html' title='Eu, 1 ano trazendo infelicidade em seus computadores'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S99to3t2jiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sszoLysqtXc/s72-c/fopkewfkewpofkwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1347932907970313014</id><published>2010-04-20T01:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:18:51.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente me entender um pouco melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;1. Qual sua&amp;nbsp;obsessão&amp;nbsp;atual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vixi, música é o meu alvo principal agora, O meu DVD do FOB ta rodando a dias, meu violão só tem folga durante as provas e to escutando muitas bandas como 'Forever The Sickest Kids', 'All Time Low', 'Cobra Starship', The Beatles, Jamie Cullum, Phoenix, Franz Ferdinand, The Doors, The Kooks, 'Vampire weekend', 'Panic! At The Disco', 'The Academy Is...', 'Midtown', 'Two door cinema club', 'McFly', 'Paramore',&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S80q6HrgslI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p9-Ipq1Ec7E/s1600/feofkepowfkewpof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S80q6HrgslI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p9-Ipq1Ec7E/s320/feofkepowfkewpof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;2. O que esta vestindo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma calça do Stewie Griffin, minha paixão permanente, e uma blusa cinza dois tamanhos maior que eu comprada por 9,90 na promoção da Renner que tem escrito "Authentic Always Toronto", meias coloridas, e uma liga estilo 'Cabo de telefone' predendo o cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;3. O que há para o jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Big Bob&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;4. Qual foi a ultima coisa que você comprou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O Big Bob...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;5. O que esta ouvindo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;'Guilty Pleasure' do Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;6. O que você acha da pessoa que enviou esse meme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela não me enviou, gosto de pensar que eu 'roubei'... osiaosiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, sinceramente, não vou falar da boca para fora, ela é uma pessoa muito legal, de personalidade, que me entende na maioria das vezes, não segue modinhas, vai com o que gosta, e não se deixa abalar pelas coisas que a pertubam... Te adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;7. Se você&amp;nbsp;pudesse&amp;nbsp;ter uma casa totalmente decorada em qualquer lugar do mundo, onde seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Totalmente decorada? Para mim uma casinha pequena e confortável com as coisas que eu gosto no interior de Massachucets ou Rhode Island estava perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;8. Uma coisa que você gostaria de mudar na sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sei la... Vivo reclamando da vida, mas acho que não conseguiria viver de outro jeito... Se for para escolher seria o fato de que mosquitos me amam, vira e mexe estou passando repelente e creme hidrantante em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;9. Se você pudesse estar em qualquer lugar do mundo em uma hora, onde seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um show... De uma banda que eu goste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;10. Que idioma gostaria de aprender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Espanhol e Francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;11. Qual sua citação favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vixi... Toda semana eu mudo, mas acho que as mais influentes agora são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"A melhor parte de acreditar é a mentira'' - Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Eles riem de mim porque sou diferente, e eu rio deles porque são todos iguais" - Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Não se ache melhor do que o outro antes de ver as merd*s que você faz" - Um ditado popular, adaptado por mim (Obrigada ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;12. Você cozinharia para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não, a não ser que queira morrer de intoxicação alimentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;13. Qual a maneira correta de evitar pessoas que nos magoam de&amp;nbsp;propósito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que isso é algo que deve ser raciocinado antes de ter uma conclusão certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não digo para ignora-la completamente... Afinal ela/ele ainda vai estar na sua rotina, nas conversas do pessoal, nos lugares, e eu digo, suma por um tempo, saia com outras pessoas nas quais ela não tenha muita relação, talvez mudanças na sua vida venham depois disso mas é algo que não se da para mudar, se jogar a pedra no lago, não tem mais volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Essa é a parte mais&amp;nbsp;difícil, na maioria das vezes demora para cicatrizar e sempre vão deixar cicatrizes, mas lembre-se que cicatrizes contam historias da sua vida e atráz de cada uma tem uma historia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;14. Do que você tem mais medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vixi, sei la, perder algo ou alguém sem poder se despedir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;15. Quem você gostaria de encontrar nesse exato momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Minha prima, meu primo, Thiago, Tyago e a Lia. Sinto muiiita falta de todos eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;16. Qual é a sua cor preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Laranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;17. Compartilhe três dicas de estilo que funcionam para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu estilo é esportivo, não me ligo na moda e acho que revistas de moda são revistas em quadrinhos... Mas vou mandar o que eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Camisas&amp;nbsp;básicas&amp;nbsp;com desenhos, frases, ou até mesmo de uma banda, seriado ou filme que você goste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shorts são essenciais, tenha diversos modelos no armario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bandanas são um acessorio diferente e inovador, ja ouvi de que eles são icones da moda, eu gosto de usa-los no punho como uma munhequeira, ou como um cinto, neste caso sempre é bom usar uma bandana grande e fina para não encher a cintura. Em ocasiões mais formais gosto de usar no pescoço como uma especie de cachecol, minha mãe sempre diz que ficam lindos em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;18. Qual seria seu emprego dos sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ser rica, simples...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;19. Qual sua revista favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desde que a Capricho ficou uma merd* eu começei a ler a Mundo Estranho, as vezes as meninas me olham estranho porque esperam uma menina ler a capricho, mas nem ligo, eu leio a Capricho quando tem coisa legal mas sempre me decepciono no fim do texto, leia o texto sobre o 'Vampire Weekend' na edição da Kirsten e da Dakota, eu achei que os motivos que ele da para escutar a banda são muito ridiculos, eu AMO essa banda e ele vem me dizer que eu tenho que escuta-los porque eles são amigos do Joe Jonas... help*__...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;20. Se eu lhe desse 100 dolares, com o que gastaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dinheiro na minha mão é divido em dois... Como são dolares, vou dividir 50 e 50, Uma parte vou usar para comprar 100 reais e torrar em DVD's na Fnac e na Saraiva. Ja a outra parte vou usar para comprar cd's no Amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;21. O que você considera como sendo o pior fashion faux pas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itcouldbeanaccident.tumblr.com/post/526455835/antiocial-kirp-temqueverissoai-formas-de"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A ultima artimanha do Fiuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;22. Quem é o escritor mais supervalorizado do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu considero supervalorizado como aquela pessoa que recebe mais credito do que realmente merece, nesse caso seria a Stephanie Mayer, ela é sim boa&amp;nbsp;escritora, mas não tanto como dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;23. O que faz você sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pergunta boa... Nunca me perguntei isso, acho que quando eu sei que alguém esta do meu lado por bem, não só esta do meu lado, o só esta la para tirar vantagem de algo ou ate mesmo pelo meu mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;24. Sua palavra favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Destroy #StewieGriffinFeelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;25. Qual seu corte de cabelo favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;26. O que você vai fazer depois de responder este&amp;nbsp;questionário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ir ao twitter e postar que já o terminei e postar o link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;27. O que faz quando esta se sentido para baixo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vejo Family Guy, ja teve muitos dias da minha vida que eu chorei, entrei debaixo do chuveiro ate parar, sair de dentro ligar a TV e começar a chorar denovo, colocar um DVD de FG, começar a rir e me sentir bem, so ai que eu durmo... isaosia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;28. O que faz você soltar a franga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;29. Quais são os seus filmes preferidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não gosto de filmes, mas gostei bastante do ultimo filme do Robert Pattinson, apesar de não gostar dele a historia é boa e ele morre no final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;30. O que inspira você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Musica, lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l15r25fBUJ1qb6isto1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l15r25fBUJ1qb6isto1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;31. Como seus amigos costumam chamar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Paula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;32. Prefere café ou chá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chá, sem duvida, odeio café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;33. Quais outros blogs você gosta de visitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vixi, ta tudo na barra lateral...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;34. Doce ou sobremesa favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pudim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;35. Quantas páginas estão abertas no seu browser agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sinceridade? 18...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;36. Quando se olhou no espelho de manha, qual foi seu primeiro pensamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Droga, hoje tem aula!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;37. Estação do ano preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;38. Um desejo que ainda falta realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vixi, vou passar a madruga aki contando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;39. O que faz seu coração quebrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mentira, traíção, decepção, raiva, sentimento de perda, culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;40. O que pretende realizar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isso Mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isso é tudo o que eu tenho para dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3035191188542221974-1347932907970313014?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1347932907970313014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1347932907970313014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1347932907970313014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1347932907970313014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/04/1.html' title='Tente me entender um pouco melhor'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S80q6HrgslI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p9-Ipq1Ec7E/s72-c/feofkepowfkewpof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4675454626147845302</id><published>2010-04-15T01:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:50:57.545-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Blogs'/><title type='text'>100 de 1.000</title><content type='html'>Já pelo título da para decifrar de que esse é o 100º post do&amp;nbsp;Blog... &lt;s&gt;Se você não conseguiu decifrar é porque o seu nível de&amp;nbsp;inteligência está entre 10 e -10 e para você 3OH!3 pronuncia-se "Trinta 'Agar' três". Tapado!&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não gosto de coisas muito especiais para esses casos, afinal ainda só andei 10% da minha jornada, ou seja, ainda há MUITO...&amp;nbsp;Então hoje eu vou mostrar alguns dos meus perfis preferidos do YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/show/keyofawesome"&gt;The Key of Awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krl, acho que nunca vi um programa tããoo Demais, repito: DEMAIS, o nome ja diz tudo...&lt;br /&gt;O Mark faz todas as semanas vídeos sobre diversas coisas, muitas vezes são parodias de Justin Bieber, Ke$ha e John Mayer, outras vezes são história inventadas mesmo ou zoando de diversas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O 'The Key Of Awesome' é so uma programa do canal '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/barelypolitical"&gt;Barely Political&lt;/a&gt;' que também tem muiitas coisas legais ;D&lt;br /&gt;Se sabe inglês, com a minha maior certeza, você vai adorar!&lt;br /&gt;Veja alguns videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ke$ha - Paródia de 'Tik Tok', 'Glitter Puke'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7n8GqewJ2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/d7n8GqewJ2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin Bieber - Paródia de 'Baby', 'Sleep On You'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_cGo0q7krk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/W_cGo0q7krk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa ft. Beyoncé - Paródia de 'Telephone'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvOucvTpKrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/XvOucvTpKrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, gostaram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4675454626147845302?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4675454626147845302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4675454626147845302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4675454626147845302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4675454626147845302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/04/100-de-1000.html' title='100 de 1.000'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3574843212432083953</id><published>2010-04-07T23:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:21:28.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Guy Downloads'/><title type='text'>Fatos de uma vida Pacata</title><content type='html'>Desculpem a minha ignorância por esse blog, meu tempo ta corrido e as vezes me esqueço do blog... O problema? Vocês podem culpar o meu violão se quiserem... Desde que comecei a tocar eu só o quero ficar tocando, podem culpar o fato de que não posso tocá-lo depois das 22 e que depois disso quero ver TV e dormir... Podem culpar a matemática, as provas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S709WTBVffI/AAAAAAAAApc/fMOLRatCB5M/s1600/gopkgpoerwk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S709WTBVffI/AAAAAAAAApc/fMOLRatCB5M/s320/gopkgpoerwk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas chega de falar de culpa, desde que voltei das ferias a escola nova esta me sobrecarregando, o fim do Fall Out Boy apenas algumas semanas depois que ja estava COMPLETAMENTE viciada (Vocês sabem sobre os meus vícios, pego um e levo anos para largar), E a pressão das pessoas sobre as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando escrevo nesse blog é algo normal, quer dizer, já que ninguém liga para ele, ninguém me cobra de nada nele, além do mais que não me comprometo a fazer coisas aqui... Mas to ficando chateada com cobranças das quais não sou responsável, além quando quero apenas fazer algo por diversão. Já dei a aloks no twitter com raiva de algumas coisas. Só posso dizer uma coisa: "Competição é díficil". O jeito forçado de fazer alguém gostar de você, e pondo as outras para baixo... Posso dizer que isso já é comum no meu cotidiano, e no de todo mundo é, mas só percebemos isso quando chega ao ponto do exagero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloks, mudança radical de assunto a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo para ir num show do McFly agora mesmo... Nunca gostei TANTO assim, mas tipo... É impulso, digamos que das minhas 50 musicas favoritas do momento, 8 são do Mc... Mas o problema não é a musica, é o SHOW!! Eu quero ir á um SHOW!! Não sei se é para confortar o fato de que o FOB talvez não faça mais shows, ou que das 3 oportunidades que tive de ir á um show dos Jonas não pude ir a nenhuma, que o Cobra não tenha a mínima previsão de vir para o Brasil, ou que as outras bandas do qual eu poderia ir á um show já tem metade dos seus integrantes... Mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: Tem de ser do McFly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui á algumas semanas o blog faz o seu 1º aninho... Quero mudar o layout do blog, fazer um post especial... Na verdade uma semana inteira de posts especiais! Com posts que falam sobre as coisas que aconteceram durante esse ano todo... Falar sobre musica, series, opiniões opostas, também quero encher o saco das pessoas falando sobre as coisas que eu gosto (Se preparem, vai ser uma "Recapitulação" daqueles meus primeiros meses pacatos que eu falava sobre as mesmas coisas da qual as pessoas queriam a morte), um posts sobre dicas de usuários do Twitter, YouTube, Tumblr e etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartir de agora ficarei mais ativa aqui, porém vou sumir um pouco do twitter... Quero dar mais atenção ao &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fgdownloads"&gt;@fgdownloads&lt;/a&gt; ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3574843212432083953?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3574843212432083953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3574843212432083953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3574843212432083953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3574843212432083953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatos-de-uma-vida-pacata.html' title='Fatos de uma vida Pacata'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S709WTBVffI/AAAAAAAAApc/fMOLRatCB5M/s72-c/gopkgpoerwk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2605565118327964881</id><published>2010-03-13T23:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:16:33.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Humm...</title><content type='html'>Antes de começar tudo queria dizer que to sumida por conta das provas que estão chegando, ja sei que estou sacrificada em matemática e não entendo quase nada em português... Talvez fique sem vir a proxima semana toda, so no fim de semana eu entro mesmo... =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra coisa que eu queria falar é que eu criei um MeAdiciona+ Que é onde junta todas as contas de diversos serviços em uma pagina só... Clique&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://meadiciona.com/paulakmf"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;para ir lá, além disso, la tem o link do meu Tumblr que eu acabei de criar... Além de outras coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2605565118327964881?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2605565118327964881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2605565118327964881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2605565118327964881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2605565118327964881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/03/gosto-vs-personalidade.html' title='Humm...'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7955125294020144203</id><published>2010-03-06T19:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:26:47.483-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>And i'm still falling down... (You can't see it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S5LWRZ7exDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4RjlQZgQfsw/s1600-h/jfioewro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S5LWRZ7exDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4RjlQZgQfsw/s320/jfioewro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu estou aqui, na minha, você esta ai, pensando em qual vai ser a proxima musica do &lt;i&gt;shuffle&lt;/i&gt;, em como vai prender o cabelo para a próxima aula... Você só pensa em como você vai sobreviver no seu solo firme, enquanto o meu vira areia movediça =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei que tudo seria como os seriados infantis que mostram a chamada "Realidade" dos adolescentes, vida de espião, vida de colégio, 3 meninos correndo atráz de você para encher o saco, enquanto está apenas gamadinha por um deles, o primeiro príncipe encantado e Blá, Blá, Blá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso tudo é como aqueles filmes, que a criança se esquece da cartinha para o "Papai Noel" e vai ate o Pólo Norte entregar a carta... O filme seria realista se a criança fosse milionaria, tivesse permissão para ir ao&amp;nbsp;Pólo Norte&amp;nbsp;e no lugar da fábrica, tivesse algo mais que... Neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento colocar para fora tudo o que eu sinto, mas só o que sai são palavras confusas que logo vou esquecer, voltar, ler denovo, e perceber o quanto fui patética... Que nada vai sair desta mente desconformada, triste, que não sabe o que fazer... Me ajuda? Vem ca, faça esse favor e me tire dessa situação da qual você não tem nada a ver, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Faça isso por alguém que se importa com você! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguem que se consideraria amigo no seu lugar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tira daqui... Por favor!! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7955125294020144203?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7955125294020144203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7955125294020144203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7955125294020144203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7955125294020144203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-im-still-falling-down-you-cant-see.html' title='And i&apos;m still falling down... (You can&apos;t see it)'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S5LWRZ7exDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4RjlQZgQfsw/s72-c/jfioewro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5041816164022264953</id><published>2010-03-04T19:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:43:12.417-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Meme Musical Respostas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;As repostas estão no fim do post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de postar no blog e fazer um meme musical, eu fui ao&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tanan.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Tanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;procurar um meme para fazer aqui... Achei um beem legal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lumakimura.net/wlog/2009/joguinho-meme-musical/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A ideia do meme é escrever a primeira linha de 25 musicas aleatorias do seu Play-list. Depois os leitores do blog tentam adivinhar as musicas e atravez dos comentarios dão suas respostas, com o tempo as musicas vão sendo adivinhadas e o escritor do blog coloca os resultados das musicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S3tob2HIAMI/AAAAAAAAAno/qGm0EIFtdlA/s1600-h/jisjadciovdsiovjds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S3tob2HIAMI/AAAAAAAAAno/qGm0EIFtdlA/s640/jisjadciovdsiovjds.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem 5 regras basicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 - Colocar o Player no Shuffle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 - Postar a 1º Linha das 25 primeiras músicas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 - Riscar a musica da lista quando acertarem o artista e o nome da musica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 - Pra quem vai adivinhar PROCURAR AS LETRAS NÃO VALE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;s&gt;I think i'm gonna be sad&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ticket To Ride - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can think of younger days when living for my life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Yo, Check it out, I've got a plan&lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;s&gt;Eu quero ficar so, mas comigo so eu não consigo&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amor maior - Jota Quest&lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;s&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you're gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;6 - Pick up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;7 - I could start dreamin', but it'd never end&lt;br /&gt;8 - &lt;s&gt;When you first left me&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Smile - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;9 - &lt;s&gt;Do me a favor&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dream - Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;s&gt;Standing In line to see a show tonight&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;By The Way - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;11 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;12 - &lt;s&gt;I saw you looking over, now you're moving this way&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Party - Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;13 - &lt;s&gt;I bust the windows out your car&lt;/s&gt; - Essa ta facil! Bust Your Windows -&amp;nbsp;Jazmine Sullivan - O do Glee é cover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;14 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;They told him don't you ever come around here&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Beat it - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;15 - Ever since i was a young boy, i play the superbowl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;16 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Misery Bussiness - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;17 - &lt;s&gt;Levava uma vida sossegada&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ovelha negra - Rita Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;18 - I know that i said that i was leaving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;19 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Half past twelve,&amp;nbsp;And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gimme, gimme, gimme - ABBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;20 - &lt;s&gt;As vezes me distraio, se não me vigio um instante... &lt;/s&gt;Equalize - Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;21 - &lt;s&gt;Oh RAIOS&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vira Vira - Mamonas Assasinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;22 - &lt;s&gt;You Make me feel out of my element&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chemicals React - Aly n' Aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;23 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Better stop dreaming of the quiet life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;24 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm a preacher sweating in the pew&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Fame &amp;lt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Infamy - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;25 - &lt;s&gt;Jogei fora fotos de nos dois&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fotos - Victor e Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;As unicas musicas que faltaram foram a 2, 3, 6, 7, 11, 15, 18 e 23. As respostas delas são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - How Can You Mend a Broken Heart - Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;3 - I Kissed a Boy - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;6 - Turn Right - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;7 - Straight From the Heart - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;11 - Sheena is a Punk Rocker - Ramones&lt;br /&gt;15 - Pinball Wizard - The Who&lt;br /&gt;18 - Let me Try Again - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;23 - A town called Malice - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E essas foram as pessoas que acertaram e quantas elas acertaram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905629371529637856"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09873202867022590412"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;TyyagoFlexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 3, a 4º não vale &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gihnaomi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Gih Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12212963312976582530"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Gi Nascimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006373498907598397"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Lia C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00726391852047414814"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Ammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 2&lt;br /&gt;Anônimo ¬¬' - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5041816164022264953?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5041816164022264953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5041816164022264953&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5041816164022264953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5041816164022264953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/02/meme-musical.html' title='Meme Musical Respostas!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S3tob2HIAMI/AAAAAAAAAno/qGm0EIFtdlA/s72-c/jisjadciovdsiovjds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-239670432482817700</id><published>2010-02-07T15:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:48:06.059-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversa entre amigos...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>Uma conversa entre amigos...</title><content type='html'>Imagine, você, MSN, umas 2hs da manhã..., seu amigo entra e a conversa flui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S28KTQMgKAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/GmikSNHY1uA/s1600-h/kopekwo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S28KTQMgKAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/GmikSNHY1uA/s320/kopekwo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tyagof. diz:&lt;br /&gt;Oii&lt;br /&gt;- Paula &amp;nbsp; . diz:&lt;br /&gt;Oiie&lt;br /&gt;(Bam, bam, vc sabe o que rola)&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso rola um bom papo... Começamos a falar sobre as lentas conexções de internet, google, orkut, cachorros, Fresno, Nxzero, Fall Out Boy, Restart, Tavares, Um certo odio por Strike, Selena Gomez e posers... Até que chegamos ao assunto de que o Tyago iria morrer numa banheira, na qual ele estava tomando banho, alguem joga um radio na cabeça dele onde esta tocando nada mais nada menos do que uma de suas musicas preferidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a conversar de como EU iria morrer... Disse que queria morrer bêbada, em seguida começamos a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Possibilidade 1&lt;/span&gt; - Bêbada o suficiente para escrever algo MUITO estupido sobre o Vida de garoto (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/vidadegayroto"&gt;Vida de GaYroto&lt;/a&gt;, kkk morro de rir) Em seguida as "Curilietes" (Acho que é assim que se escreve) vem atraz de mim e me matam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Possibilidade 2&lt;/span&gt; - Bêbada o suficiente para ir até a fabrica do Willy Wonka e beber da fonte de chocolate, em seguida um Woomba Loomba me acerta um brigadeiro gigante so para eu desmaiar... Acordo no dia seguinte numa banheira de chocolate e me pergunto o que aconteceu na noite anterior (Como qualquer bêbado) E do nada um microondas cheio de pipoca cai na minha cabeça e eu morro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Conversa entre amigos..." Essa é a nova coluna daqui do meu blog... Vai ser so quando eu achar uma conversa boa e tals... Se vocês quiserem podem manda SIM as suas conversas... Mandem o basico para o meu e-mail &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;paulakosmfurtado@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; e eu vou criar um texto á base da conversa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o blog do Tyago - &lt;a href="http://ofantasticoidiotacolorido.blogspot.com/"&gt;OFantasticoIdiotaColorido&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- e o Twitter -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tyago_flexa"&gt;@tyago_flexa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandem suas conversas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-239670432482817700?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/239670432482817700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=239670432482817700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/239670432482817700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/239670432482817700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/02/uma-conversa-entre-amigos.html' title='Uma conversa entre amigos...'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S28KTQMgKAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/GmikSNHY1uA/s72-c/kopekwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7675056560645231094</id><published>2010-02-02T20:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:02:36.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Bea e Joanna - O fim?</title><content type='html'>Pense como essas duas amigas eram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proximas, hora sim, hora não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma discutia com a outra ha alguns anos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas recentemente isso deu meia volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nunca se entenderam muito&lt;br /&gt;Mas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;são muito amigas&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser estranho isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o jeito do qual elas se entendem"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Mas imaginem um tchau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;uma despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;algo que não volta mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;vai voltar denovo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você foi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não vai me deixar, ne?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quero dizer que ainda te adoro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amiga!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So quero que saibam que elas não brigaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So que o destino de cada uma deu um rumo diferente para as duas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Uma certa duvida ficou no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A duvida do abandonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Parece que aqueles interesses em comum&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vida parecida&lt;br /&gt;E as mesmas experiencias&lt;br /&gt;Tinham finalmente se juntado"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;E vão continuar assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Essa é uma pergunta que voce me reponde, Bea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Pra quem não me entendeu tem o texto&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/bea-e-joanna-nunca-se-entenderam-muito.html"&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que é a base desse aqui...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Finalmente surgiu um pouco de inspiração nessa vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Paula, para a sua informação esse blog é uma merda, então sou vou te dizendo que você tem a inspiração de um rato #prontofalei) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e consegui tirar algo da minha cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/span&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/3035191188542221974-7675056560645231094?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7675056560645231094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7675056560645231094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7675056560645231094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7675056560645231094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2010/02/bea-e-joanna-o-fim.html' title='Bea e Joanna - O fim?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4376138351838835574</id><published>2010-01-26T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:48:33.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Hehehe =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oiii, mil desculpas pela falta de anteção nesse blog de merda... É que eu tava viajando e por algum motivo o blogger não entrava la =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;To tentanto escrever algo faz dias mas não estou conseguindo, então vou colocar o selo que recebi do blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://haumaestrelanoceu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ha uma estrela no céu&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S19eQSs8UzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6nhwJLZDaxY/s1600-h/eiojwfod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S19eQSs8UzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6nhwJLZDaxY/s320/eiojwfod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Vou mandar o selo para os blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://potencialcritico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Potencial Critico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaginemso.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imaginem só&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docesorvete.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Not Me, It's You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4376138351838835574?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4376138351838835574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4376138351838835574&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4376138351838835574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4376138351838835574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/hehehe-d.html' title='Hehehe =D'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/S19eQSs8UzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6nhwJLZDaxY/s72-c/eiojwfod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-6477333769595031077</id><published>2009-12-23T10:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:01:55.215-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases Aleatorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comentando'/><title type='text'>Assunto Antigo: Novo Orkut</title><content type='html'>O novo orkut pode ser interpretado de duas formas: 3% da população diz que é otimo, e 97% + 2.137 da população dizem que é pessimo.&lt;br /&gt;De que lado eu estou, well, faço parte dos 3% mas com o tempo o novo orkut deixa de ser novo, ou pelo menos decente.&lt;br /&gt;Problemas do novo orkut - começei no twitter e vou continuar aqui... As tres primeiras são minhas e a continuação vem depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzIXZ9ImW5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/4cEPOR7Li_o/s1600-h/fire%C2%B40fkerd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzIXZ9ImW5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/4cEPOR7Li_o/s400/fire%C2%B40fkerd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Tem uma letra super estranha&lt;br /&gt;5 - Os aplicativos demoram&amp;nbsp;séculos&amp;nbsp;para carregar&lt;br /&gt;6 - Achar comunidades esta super dificil&lt;br /&gt;7 - Os nomes das comunidades nunca ficam completos&lt;br /&gt;8 - Achar amigos tambem esta mais complicado&lt;br /&gt;9 - No meu sempre da problema na hora de postar depoimentos&lt;br /&gt;10 - Além do mais é confuso - By Luiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-6477333769595031077?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/6477333769595031077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=6477333769595031077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6477333769595031077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6477333769595031077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/assunto-antigo-novo-orkut.html' title='Assunto Antigo: Novo Orkut'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzIXZ9ImW5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/4cEPOR7Li_o/s72-c/fire%C2%B40fkerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4892636886783295158</id><published>2009-12-22T11:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:02:29.195-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>O fim de ano chegando, hein? O que você pensa sobre isso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzDZ3jiGPaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PFykeloXtRE/s1600-h/r93irewio9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzDZ3jiGPaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PFykeloXtRE/s320/r93irewio9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Essa frase vi no Twitter ainda agora e faço essa mesma pergunta para mim mesma, o ano ta chegando no fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas lembranças, coisas boas e ruins que aconteceram esse ano, para mim e as pessoas que eu amo. Acho que os melhores momentos desse ano foram: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1- "Eu ter ganhado meu computador novo" Isso pode ate parecer besteira e conquista material, mas é MUITO mais que isso. Meu pai decidiu comprar um pc novo para ele, e me deu o antigo (Depois ele trocou mas não vamos entrar em detalhes). Na epoca (Por volta de abril desse ano) não sabia nem bater Paint, mas olhava para o meu laptop pensando: "Poxa ele vai aprodecer se eu não usar!" Me certificava todo dia de usa-lo. Quando não tinha mais nada para fazer decidi tornar realidade um sonho que agora se tornava realidade, um sonho chamado Mil Passos Contra O Tedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Na primeira semana não houve uma alma se atrevesse a entrar "nisso". Foi quando eu soube que uma amiga proxima tinha um blog também, foi nesse momento que uma amizade que ja existia floresceu ainda mais. Outras 2 amigas beem proximas criaram blogs nessa mesma epoca. Depois de dois meses de infinitas bobagens e besteiras o blog ganha o primeiro selo, que exigia 10 blogs para indicar e foi quando outra maravilha começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Sai a procura de outros blogs, conheci amigos, adicionei alguns no msn, conversava com eles nos lugares mais malucos possiveis. Por volta de agosto ou setembro recebo o convite para participar de um concurso (Mesmo que não tenhamos ganhado, foi uma das melhores experiencias da minha vida). Fiz mais amigos ainda! (Essa parte ainda não terminou, quero deixar o melhor para o fim do texto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;2 -  Minha escola (Num geral) - Estudo na mesma escola a 12 anos, com as mesmas pessoas todos os dias, as minhas amigas do jardim de infancia são minhas melhores amigas ate hoje. Os coordenadores são os mesmos, os professores, o porteiro, o pipoqueiro e todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Esse ano foi especial porque foi meu ultimo ano la e obviamente vou sentir falta =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;3 - Aprendi muito de mim mesma esse ano - Ano passado eu meio que me livrei daquele universo "Disney" (Nada contra, ainda vejo, ouço e tenho muito contato com as coisas disney, mas aço que me soltar um pouco dele me fez ver algumas coisas que eu não fazia a minima ideia de que podiam existir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Descobri uma garota que adora os amigos, perde-los pode significar o fim do mundo, que gosta do tipo de musica mais estranho que voce poderia ver em sua vida, também descobri coisas infinitas de que, pff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, tudo o que vocês leram agora é o post natalino e de fim de ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Queria dizer mais é que, a maioria das pessoas que vão ler isso são os meus amigos virtuais, mas isso vale para aqueles que mudaram minha vida esse ano..&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Vocês podem estar longe, ou aqui do meu lado, cada contato é importante e como ja dito antes, eu sou uma pessoa que tem medo de perder os amigos, ou as pessoas que estão do seu lado. Os nossos amigos nos poem nas piores furadas, nos apoiam nos momentos de dor, gritam de raiva quando os chamam no msn no meio do The Sims 3, atrapalhando a "Familia mais perfeita de todas" mas que a conversa flui e voce nem sabe mais o que significa "Motherlode" (Eu não grito quando me chamam no msn, to disponivel a qualquer tipo de conversa a qualquer hora =D). So posso dizer que voces mudaram a minha vida de tantas formas e de tantos jeitos que não trocaria vocês nem pelo pedaço de bolo mais delicioso do mundo (Acredite isso me abala!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;Feliz natal e Prospero ano novo para Todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ps. Não posso me esquecer nunca do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyguydownloads.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Family guy Downloads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; que é outra preciosidade na minha vida, um blog que ja adimirava a tanto tempo sobre a minha serie preferida "Family Guy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4892636886783295158?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4892636886783295158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4892636886783295158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4892636886783295158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4892636886783295158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/essa-frase-vi-no-twitter-ainda-agora-e.html' title='O fim de ano chegando, hein? O que você pensa sobre isso?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SzDZ3jiGPaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PFykeloXtRE/s72-c/r93irewio9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8139111768610796686</id><published>2009-12-16T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:24:52.055-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 9 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SylCCBsMgrI/AAAAAAAAAko/zrTk6fxr1B4/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SylCCBsMgrI/AAAAAAAAAko/zrTk6fxr1B4/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte, já no aeroporto, Sam entrega os bilhetes ao homem na porta do avião quando ouve um grito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- NÃO! – ela se vira e la no fundo vê Matt com uma calça de pijama e casaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que? Voce veio ate aqui? – Pergunta ela emocionada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vim, Sam quero e dizer algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que, pode dizer – Sam já estava conformada que ele não era para ela, ainda o amava, mas ele nunca ficaria com ela. Mas uma resposta do destino veio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Poxa, nem sei o que dizer, quer dizer, gostei de voce por tanto tempo mas com o tempo percebi que era melhor sermos apenas amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Serio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É, mas olha tenho que ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Fala comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Todo dia – Abrindo um grande sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tchau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tchau – Os dois se abraçam fortemente e Sam entra na sala de embarque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No avião pegou o IPod e parou para pensar em Matt: 1. Ele a amava 2. Ela amava ele 3. Foram amigos durante 3 longos anos e milhões de outra coisas entre os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chegando em casa sua mãe a esperava na sala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- MAE! – correndo em direção a mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Amorzinho, tava com tanta saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Cade os pirralhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tao dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Entao ta, depois falo com eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tenho uma surpresa para ti, vem ca – A mãe de Sam a dirige para o quarto dela – Abra os olhos – Sam abriu os olhos e seu quarto estava completamente reformado – Gostou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Amei! Valeu! Sentia tanta falta daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- E avisando sua aula começa amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O QUE! – Sam gritou de um jeito que ate Matt pode ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É amorzinho já estamos no meio do semestre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, vou aceitar isso, mas so porque amanha é a quinta da batata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- E outra coisa, voce não vai para o Ome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Voce não vai para o Ome, o Ome chama muita atenção e vou ter que contratar mais um segurança para voce, e amanha todos vão estar atras de voce porque voce “por acaso” é uma estrela de Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que, vou ter um segurança? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Claro, em Hollywood voce é uma desconhecida, mas aqui é o coração da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ta bom, primeiro voce tira o Ome de mim e agora quer me dar um segurança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- E quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Samantha, conheça Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como se eu prescisasse de um, haha, e – Olha para traz – Uau! – Aquele tal de Moe era grande mesmo, tinha cabeça rapada com a maquina 2 do barbeador eletrônico, barba feita, era um monstro de grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- E sua escola agora é aquela pequena do lado, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Serio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah! – Grita para a parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu sei que voce se sente desprezada e sozinha mas gritar não vai adiantar – Diz Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Moe, voce não sabe, quero minha vida de volta, eu sei que la eu era um desconhecida mas tinha como fazer o que eu gostava e aqui eu sou o coração da cidade mas é como se meu eu estivesse vazio e alem do mais o meu melhor amigo disse que me amava na hora que eu fui embora! – Ela se senta no chão e se agarra em uma das pernas de Moe e fica la. Sua cabeça batia no joelho dele mas mesmo assim, não era como se abraçasse Matt. Ela tenta olhar a cabeça de Moe, não conseguindo, Sam olha para a frente e diz com uma lagrima no rosto – Quero ele de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu sei que sente triste e queria lhe consolar mas essa não é a minha função - Diz Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou te chamar de Bud, ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que a senhora quiser – Em seguida Sam se levanta olha para Moe e diz enxugando as lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou comer, Bud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-8139111768610796686?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8139111768610796686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8139111768610796686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8139111768610796686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8139111768610796686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-9.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 9 -'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SylCCBsMgrI/AAAAAAAAAko/zrTk6fxr1B4/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2943230607186088292</id><published>2009-12-15T11:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:55:05.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>England Vs. USA</title><content type='html'>Oiii, Não tinha nada para postar hoje, minha cabeça ta nas alturas, ainda to pra baixo e acho que ninguém iria querer ver mais um poema sobre como estou triste ou alguma muisca que eu goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então decidi fazer um "Ranking" entre Inglaterra e Estados Unidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyeXgsrwCJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TSPw55ZPp58/s1600-h/iejfioewjfioewjf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyeXgsrwCJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TSPw55ZPp58/s320/iejfioewjfioewjf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Educação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; - O pessoal dos eua tem uma educação rude, talvez o lugar que você mais ache essa perola seria na area da Nova Inglaterra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt; - Os Ingleses são conhecidos por sua educação acentuada, muitas vezes soada pelos americanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Governo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; - George W. Bush, esse nome simplesmente signifique um Fuck You (Resposta Ingesa/ Fuck You - Lily Allen), ou um desastre no governo americano. Barack Obama é uma coisa completamete diferente, todos estamos percebendo melhoras no governo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inglatera&lt;/span&gt; - Vossa Alteza, governa aquilo desde que nasceu =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; - Quem nunca quis ter um McDonald em casa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt; - As comidas da terra da Rainha são boas, mas me diga se voce conhece alguma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; - Os EUA recebem visitantes de todas as partes do mundo, Disneylandia, Orlando, New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt; - Inglaterra arranca gerações com suas lindas paisagens. Mas os USA são invenciveis com esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; - Britney, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Mariah Carey, Miley Cyrus... Artistas pop's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt; - Lily Allen, McFly, e os Infaleciveis The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resultado: Os dois países são D+ mas na minha opinião prefiro a Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se&amp;nbsp;alguem&amp;nbsp;tiver alguma reclamação pode dizer, ponha a sua opinião sobre o país que é melhor ou&amp;nbsp;dêem&amp;nbsp;alguma dica de um&amp;nbsp;tópico&amp;nbsp;que tenha esquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2943230607186088292?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2943230607186088292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2943230607186088292&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2943230607186088292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2943230607186088292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/england-vs-usa.html' title='England Vs. USA'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyeXgsrwCJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TSPw55ZPp58/s72-c/iejfioewjfioewjf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1955096651187416158</id><published>2009-12-13T17:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:53:50.706-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>No Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Segundos, horas, tantos dias&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que quer, mas&amp;nbsp;quanto tempo mais você pode esperar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyVTR4oyK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/IEc9qARUZaQ/s1600-h/jiojfioekjfpoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyVTR4oyK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/IEc9qARUZaQ/s320/jiojfioekjfpoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada momento dura para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sente que perdeu seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se as minhas chances já tinham ido embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Comecei a acreditar que poderia estar errado&lt;br /&gt;Mas você me deu uma boa razão&lt;br /&gt;Para lutar e nunca ir embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então aqui estou - ainda agüentando firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo que você sobe, outra montanha&lt;br /&gt;Cada respiração é mais difícil de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue superar a dor&lt;br /&gt;Passar pela tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Para chegar àquela única coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quando você acha que a estrada não o leva a&lt;br /&gt;lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quando você quase desiste de todos os seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eles te levam pelas mãos e mostram que você é capaz&lt;br /&gt;Não há limites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutei até o limite&lt;br /&gt;Para estar no topo&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje é bom como parece&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde o futuro está me levando&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai me desanimar&lt;br /&gt;Pulei cada ponte e ouvi todas as mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Eu arrisquei ficando seguro, mas eu sempre soube&amp;nbsp;porquê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kris Allen/Adam Lambert - No Boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1955096651187416158?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1955096651187416158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1955096651187416158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1955096651187416158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1955096651187416158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-boundaries.html' title='No Boundaries'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SyVTR4oyK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/IEc9qARUZaQ/s72-c/jiojfioekjfpoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8183892779647758735</id><published>2009-12-07T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:46:40.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>No meu cubo de infelicidade</title><content type='html'>La estava,&amp;nbsp;No canto,&lt;br /&gt;Sentada como uma pessoa que não estava nem ai para nada,&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando&amp;nbsp;as própias pernas,&lt;br /&gt;Encostada no canto da parede,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sx2hjrpq9DI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P24PcAyVwLM/s1600-h/lpl%C2%B4%C3%A7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sx2hjrpq9DI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P24PcAyVwLM/s320/lpl%C2%B4%C3%A7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De oculos escuros e casaco de capuz,&lt;br /&gt;Parecia estar dormindo,&lt;br /&gt;Ou chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade nunca soube o que as pessoas pensavam naquela hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que atenção não chamou,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&amp;nbsp;ignoraram,&lt;br /&gt;Como se a falta de educação,&lt;br /&gt;Dominasse o lugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la estava eu,&lt;br /&gt;Sentada, triste, sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;No meu propio cubo de infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia somos bombardeados por pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas dominantes,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas satisfeitas&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas quadradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ser tridimensional ganha o cubo,&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa com uma personalidade, ou que não está ai para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Ganha o cubo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cubo que deveria demonstrar diferença, destaque e amor,&lt;br /&gt;Acaba virando infelicidade, dor, e esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja o quadrado,&lt;br /&gt;Ganha o cubo,&amp;nbsp;Injustamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-8183892779647758735?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8183892779647758735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8183892779647758735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8183892779647758735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8183892779647758735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-meu-cubo-de-infelicidade.html' title='No meu cubo de infelicidade'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sx2hjrpq9DI/AAAAAAAAAhU/P24PcAyVwLM/s72-c/lpl%C2%B4%C3%A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2477969035809619501</id><published>2009-12-06T16:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:25:29.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 8 - Perda ou Vitoria? Perda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SxwFH2qkt0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/cDNNR2_f5Mo/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SxwFH2qkt0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/cDNNR2_f5Mo/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ai esta senhora! – Informa o motorista parando o carro no meio-fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Obrigada – Agradece Sam, corre para apertar a campainha e é logo atendida, sobe as grandes escadarias da mansão e chega no quarto de Zolee – Oi, o que você queria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Amém, achei que nunca iria chegar – Reclama Zolee com uma baita raiva de patricinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que voce quer falar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Nada, não vejo voce desde o dia da festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah, ta. Olha Zolee tenho de te dizer algo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O que amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Meu pai acha que estou me distanciando muito da minha família e ele quer que... – Interrompida por Zolee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Chegue ao ponto, querida&amp;nbsp; - Levantando uma taça de Champanhe e se achando Maximo, as vezes Sam achava que ela so bebia na frente dela para poder dizer em silencio: “Olha como eu sou rica, moro em uma mansão, tomo os melhores vinhos e champanhes, uma carreira promissora, pais famosos, e voce mora de cortesia em um hotel no qual o seu pai trabalha e é uma imigrante que não tem carreira, ou que pelo menos ainda esta no chão”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Bom, ele quer que eu volte para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Que casa? Voce mora em um estúpido hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Você conhece, CASA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, pode ir, mas saiba que todos os dias que eu dei alguma atenção a voce, vão ser disperdiçados, jogados fora, e voce vai se arrepender de não ter ficado aqui comigo, que é onde voce deveria ficar, porque voce é como um alien aqui, é nova, tem pouca esperiencia, sem influencia. Hollywood não foi feita para voce, querida, ela te aceita aqui porque tem um rosto bonitinho, so isso. – Diz Zolee de uma Maneira que faria qualquer um chorar ate sair as tripas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu tenho de ir, não tenho outra escolha – Sam ainda continuava forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Voce vai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou – Desabafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Então sai... – Apontando para a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Zolee, olha não queria ferir voce, mas a descisão não é minha, é do meu pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- SAI! – Grita Zolee, Sam sai com cara que tinha perdido algo, mas algo que não iria fazer falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte teve a festa do termino da segunda temporada que estaria no ar na próxima semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sam, não acredito que vai voltar para casa – A voz de Jake chega por traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É, vai me esperar para começar as filmagens? – Reponde Sam se virando para o diretor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Na verdade a season premiere vamos esperar por voce, e enquanto voce não chega vamos fazendo as cenas sem voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Valeu, esse é o meu sonho, mas olha, já vou, tenho de arrumar as malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, vamos sentir sua falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tchau! – Do lado de fora Matt ainda não tinha chegado, o programa dele ainda estava em gravação então Sam sobe na bicicleta e corre ate o estúdio do amigo, chegando ele ainda esta gravando então ela espera fora do bloco como fazia todos os dias, quando Matt sai do estúdio ela o chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- OI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ai, que susto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vamo, como foi ontem com a Zolee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- O fim da picada, ela disse que não era mais para procurar ela, não somos mais amigas, mas to me lixando para isso, ela era so um peso na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Na vida de todos nos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mas voce acha que eu perdi com isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- No sentido de que... Ela se vinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Qual é, ela ate pode se vingar mas vai ser algo que tipo... Deu o que deu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mas voce a considerava como amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sim, mas o tipo de amiga que se deveria evitar, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sei, Queria ter visto a cara dela naquela hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Não fala assim, ela ficou triste mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tudo bem. Vai para casa, ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou, tenho de arrumar a mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tem como eu te deixar amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- É no meio da madrugada, se compromete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Minha mãe não vai deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Então te vejo daqui a 6 meses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Acho que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Então tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, Tchau. Vou sentir sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Também – Abraçando o amigo com força, e o deixando com uma lagrima no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2477969035809619501?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2477969035809619501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2477969035809619501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2477969035809619501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2477969035809619501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-8-perda-ou.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 8 - Perda ou Vitoria? Perda!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SxwFH2qkt0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/cDNNR2_f5Mo/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8266561761890836067</id><published>2009-12-03T07:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:39:53.604-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Blogs'/><title type='text'>Comentários</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Há alguns meses tenho reparado no número de comentários, que abaixou muito, outros blogueiros reclamam disso e acho que alguns tem razão, muitas vezes os comentários são complementos que ajudam o blog a ficar cada vez melhor, se não há comentários o blog não anda e acaba que fica para tráz, fazendo com o blog fique cada vez sem incentivo e com que o blogeiro acabe desistindo de escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sxb9RLl-nzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aXbRA-z8yaQ/s1600-h/mjok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sxb9RLl-nzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aXbRA-z8yaQ/s320/mjok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mesmo assim não quero forçar vocês a comentarem mas que ao menos possam comentar, no meu último post não recebi nenhum comentário em 3 dias, já no anterior só um em 4 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Outra coisa que eu queria dizer é que hoje é o niver da minha querida Lia, beijos, felicidades, tudo de bom e que você SEMPRE seja feliz, podemos estar emocionalmente&amp;nbsp;frustradas&amp;nbsp;ou alegres mas eu te adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3035191188542221974-8266561761890836067?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8266561761890836067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8266561761890836067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8266561761890836067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8266561761890836067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/12/comentarios.html' title='Comentários'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sxb9RLl-nzI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aXbRA-z8yaQ/s72-c/mjok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3587944417231737422</id><published>2009-11-29T18:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:19:53.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Videos do YouTube</title><content type='html'>Queria mostrar para vocês alguns dos videos que eu achei no YouTube, são 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - SNL Monolog Song - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse video todo mundo sobre a terra e além dela ja deve ter visto, nao gostei do video pela Tay, mas gostei por ser um video do SNL... O SNL é um programa que existe desde a decada de 70 e é SUPER conhecido nos EUA, feito ao vivo de NY numa noite de Sabado, o programa é conhecido pelo elenco fixo de comediantes, que sempre são... Coadjuvantes, Toda semana é convidado um ator ou atriz famoso(a) para ser a estrela principal do episódio e um cantor ou uma banda para fazer a participação especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgn1P_gKqB4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/mgn1P_gKqB4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;2 - Comercial Chevrolet Agile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O comercial Chevrolet Agile foi muito bem feito, a ideia foi super criativa, mas o comercial foi cortado na hora de ir para a Tv, aqui esta a versão inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzndNQCIs7Q&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/lzndNQCIs7Q&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Hino Nacional Americano - Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee ta fazendo o maior sucesso, e por isso e por seu talento o elenco cantou o hino nacional americano na abertura de um jogo de baiseball nos EUA, sendo aplaudidos de pé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACNSpkbRm4I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/ACNSpkbRm4I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viciada! E esse vídeo também é muito engraçado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lDIb_XHyFY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/6lDIb_XHyFY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3587944417231737422?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3587944417231737422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3587944417231737422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3587944417231737422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3587944417231737422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/queria-mostrar-para-voces-alguns-dos.html' title='Videos do YouTube'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7522527753713452187</id><published>2009-11-25T22:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:58:58.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About'/><title type='text'>Eu e Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu e você somos muito diferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu e você não nos conhecemos a muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu e você somos salto alto e all star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu e você nos adoramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sw3PuJV_TuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EyfmizNFgM0/s1600/ijmiokol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sw3PuJV_TuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EyfmizNFgM0/s320/ijmiokol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Começamos com o pé direito, sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas foi um pequeno passo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Estávamos&amp;nbsp;com focos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E amizades diferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Talvez nunca&amp;nbsp;fôssemos&amp;nbsp;nos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E nunca&amp;nbsp;teríamos&amp;nbsp;essa amizade que temos agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Amizade é para sempre se levarmos á frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Madrugadas juntas, desabafando, falando sobre nossos amores reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Outras vezes desabafando sobre nossas vidas, mexendo em nossos "Bebês"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Amor de amiga é um doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos juntamos numa só&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Imagine se&amp;nbsp;andássemos até o além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Garimparíamos telefones com trotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Algo que nunca fizemos, mas&amp;nbsp;poderíamos... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E não quero um ponto final nisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E os amigos que fizemos são inesqueciveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Somente aqueles que&amp;nbsp;falávamos, só nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Pelo menos não vou me esquecer de uma noite nas conversas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E as tardes que&amp;nbsp;deitávamos&amp;nbsp;na grama artificial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Rodeando cabeças até achar algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Outras coisas que nunca vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Quanto mais tempo passo com você, mais vejo que nossa amizade é especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Unica: é assim que eu a chamo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Estaremos sempre juntas, mesmo separadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Viveremos o momento como nenhum outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ou perderemos a nossa liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Como vou me esquecer dos "Bifes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E dos banhos de mangueira no quintalzinho de traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Somos unidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E vamos aproveitar enquanto podemos ser nos mesmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Mesmo que isso acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Prepararei os textos que nos juntaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Riremos até não podermos mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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(Infinitive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Se lembre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Estarei aqui sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;La nos maus momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E nos bons momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Mesmo que um dia esquecemos de nossos bebês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Be Your Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Radiamente o meu ainda estará aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;E sempre vai poder ler esse texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Penso que nossa amizade é eterna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E mesmo que esteja "Do avesso em uma semana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Estará no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Se vocês não entenderam o texto, tudo bem, porque esse texto foi escrito para alguém que em um ano conseguiu mudar grande parte da minha vida e só ela vai conseguir entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7522527753713452187?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7522527753713452187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7522527753713452187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7522527753713452187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7522527753713452187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-e-voce_25.html' title='Eu e Você'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sw3PuJV_TuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EyfmizNFgM0/s72-c/ijmiokol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8219429517602355616</id><published>2009-11-23T19:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:36:41.378-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><title type='text'>Voltei?? - Novo layout e 5000 visitas</title><content type='html'>Eu ja estou ha muito tempo sem postar no blog, tenho de dizer que sinto muita falta! Culpo cinco coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;1 - O fim de ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2 - As garrafinhas de licor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;3 - A minha escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;4 - Meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;5 - As pessoas de quem sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todo fim de ano de escola, tem feira, despedida e bla bla bla! Essas coisas, ainda mais que agora que a minha escola, que é conhecida na cidade por não passar provas decidiu que as tradições deviam ser mudadas! E me diz desde quando se muda tradições??!&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos tão uma bagunça! Sinto falta de pessoas com quem não converso faz um tempo, noites que ficava horas e horas conversando, milhões de tweets e acho que essas pessoas se auto-identificam quando lêem isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de layout e juro que o antigo já estava me deixando com vontade de vomitar, recebi 5000 visitas e acho que agora volto com tudo, sinto muita falta disso e quero ter aqueles dias de volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção: Twittem #eLeo ate não poderem mais, eu a @pietrapb e a @AnaZahlouth estamos querendo que entre para os #TT. E para constar é uma giria da nossa escola e vejam esse video do YouTube para ver porque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVImAe9tmT0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/bVImAe9tmT0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-8219429517602355616?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8219429517602355616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8219429517602355616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8219429517602355616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8219429517602355616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/voltei-novo-layout-e-5000-visitas.html' title='Voltei?? - Novo layout e 5000 visitas'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7747058172560576624</id><published>2009-11-18T13:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:22:47.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><title type='text'>Tempo, apenas tempo</title><content type='html'>To num momento muito confuso e so presciso de tempo agora, nao vou deixar de escrever no blog e nem de ler os outros, mas quero um tempo para o fim das aulas, e quando eu entrar de ferias eu volto com um bando de coisas que ja tenho planejada&lt;br /&gt;Falando nisso hj é meu niver =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7747058172560576624?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7747058172560576624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7747058172560576624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7747058172560576624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7747058172560576624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/tempo-apenas-tempo.html' title='Tempo, apenas tempo'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7544622240069216927</id><published>2009-11-11T17:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:23:38.556-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><title type='text'>Hi's People</title><content type='html'>Ja faz uma semana que eu não posto como sempre so tenho a dizer: Sem ideias, absolutamente nada, to a 5 dias sem sair de casa por conta de uma febre e dor de cabeça que não me deixam em paz. O meu computador acabou de perder um botão! Isso mesmo: um BOTÃO! E eu to com muita raiva porque o meu computador tem menos de um ano e já perdeu um botão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então era so isso mesmo... = /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7544622240069216927?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7544622240069216927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7544622240069216927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7544622240069216927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7544622240069216927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-people.html' title='Hi&apos;s People'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5197313590618434106</id><published>2009-11-04T20:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:23:18.938-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 7 - Com ela so da briga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SvIJxakGI4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/IynUO2KMYps/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SvIJxakGI4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/IynUO2KMYps/s320/kiepfd.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- Ai esta senhora! – Informa o motorista parando o carro no meio-fio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Obrigada – Agradece Sam, corre para apertar a campainha e é logo atendida, sobe as grandes escadarias da mansão e chega no quarto de Zolee – Oi, o que voce queria?&lt;br /&gt;- Amem, achei que nunca iria chegar – Reclama Zolee com uma baita raiva de patricinha&lt;br /&gt;- O que voce quer falar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;- Nada, não vejo voce desde o dia da festa&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, ta. Olha Zolee tenho de te dizer algo...&lt;br /&gt;- O que amor?&lt;br /&gt;- Meu pai acha que estou me distanciando muito da minha família e ele quer que... – Interrompida por Zolee&lt;br /&gt;- Chegue ao ponto, querida - Levantando uma taça de Champanhe e se achando o maximo, as vezes Sam achava que ela so bebia na frente dela para poder dizer em silencio: “Olha como eu sou rica, moro em uma mansão, tomo os melhores vinhos e champanhes, uma carreira promissora, pais famosos, e voce mora de cortesia em um hotel no qual o seu pai trabalha e é uma imigrante que não tem carreira, ou que pelo menos ainda esta no chão”&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, ele quer que eu volte para casa&lt;br /&gt;- Que casa? Voce mora em um estúpido hotel! - Até que ela percebe a intenção de Sam - Ahh não!! Ok, pode ir, mas saiba que todos os dias que eu dei alguma atenção a voce, vão ser disperdiçados, jogados fora, e voce vai se arrepender de não ter ficado aqui comigo, que é onde voce deveria ficar, porque voce é como um alien aqui, é nova, tem pouca esperiencia, sem influencia. Hollywood não foi feita para voce, querida, ela te aceita aqui porque tem um rosto bonitinho, so isso. – Diz Zolee de uma Maneira que faria qualquer um chorar ate sair as tripas&lt;br /&gt;- Eu tenho de ir, não tenho outra escolha – Sam ainda continuava forte &lt;br /&gt;- Voce vai? &lt;br /&gt;- Vou – Desabafa&lt;br /&gt;- Então sai... – Apontando para a porta&lt;br /&gt;- Zolee, olha não queria ferir voce, mas a descisão não é minha, é do meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;- SAI! – Grita Zolee, Sam sai com cara que tinha perdido algo, mas algo que não iria fazer falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte teve a festa do termino da segunda temporada que estaria no ar na próxima semana&lt;br /&gt;- Sam, não acredito que vai voltar para casa – A voz de Jake chega por traz&lt;br /&gt;- É, vai me esperar para começar as filmagens? – Reponde Sam se virando para o diretor&lt;br /&gt;- Na verdade a season premiere vamos esperar por voce, e enquanto voce não chega vamos fazendo as cenas sem voce&lt;br /&gt;- Valeu, esse é o meu sonho, mas olha, já vou, tenho de arrumar as malas&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, vamos sentir sua falta!&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau! – Do lado de fora Matt ainda não tinha chegado, o programa dele ainda estava em gravação então Sam sobe na bicicleta e corre ate o estúdio do amigo, chegando ele ainda esta gravando então ela espera fora do bloco como fazia todos os dias, quando Matt sai do estúdio ela o chama&lt;br /&gt;- OI!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ai, que susto!&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos?&lt;br /&gt;- Vamo, como foi ontem com a Zolee?&lt;br /&gt;- O fim da picada, ela disse que não era mais para procurar ela, não somos mais amigas, mas to me lixando para isso, ela era so um peso na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Na vida de todos nos!&lt;br /&gt;- Mas voce acha que eu perdi com isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;- No sentido de que... Ela se vinga&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é, ela ate pode se vingar mas vai ser algo que tipo... Deu o que deu...&lt;br /&gt;- Verdade&lt;br /&gt;- Mas voce a considerava como amiga?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas o tipo de amiga que se deveria evitar, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;- Sei, Queria ter visto a cara dela naquela hora.&lt;br /&gt;- Não fala assim, ela ficou triste mesmo&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem. Vai para casa, ne?&lt;br /&gt;- Vou, tenho de arrumar a mala&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, vou amanha te deixar no aeroporto&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, Tchau&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do setimo capitulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5197313590618434106?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5197313590618434106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5197313590618434106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5197313590618434106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5197313590618434106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-7.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 7 - Com ela so da briga'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SvIJxakGI4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/IynUO2KMYps/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7480581626450243960</id><published>2009-11-03T14:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:02:53.336-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comentando'/><title type='text'>Comentando (2)</title><content type='html'>1 - Acho que voces se lembram do post &lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/comentando.html"&gt;Comentando...&lt;/a&gt;? Então, Apartir de agora quero fazer um post desse pelo menos uma vez por mês, o que voces acham? Vale a pena? Vou colocar uma enquete do lado para voces decidirem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Esse comentando é so para falar de coisas que queria falar aqui mas são muito pequenas para falar num post comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - É uma mistura de Ps's e Tweets, ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Acabei de voltar de uma viagem para o Rio e to supercansada! Torci os dois punhos andando no Barra On Ice, e não consigo fazer nada, to digitando com a maior dificuldade! Ja melhorou bastante, mas ainda doi bastante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Na viagem comprei Cd dos Beatles, Fall out boy, um bando de CD legal, e comprei dois boxes de seriados, a primeira temporada de Friends e a segunda de That 70's show. Depois eu falo aqui como eles são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Voces ja viram o meu novo blog o &lt;a href="http://familyguydownloads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family Guy Downloads&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp;Onde escrevo as noticias do programa Family Guy, ou Uma familia da pesada como muitos devem conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - O setimo capitulo de &lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/search/label/Cordas%20de%20Viol%C3%A3o"&gt;Cordas de Violão&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ja ta pronto mas acho que ainda vai demorar para postar&amp;nbsp;: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7480581626450243960?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7480581626450243960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7480581626450243960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7480581626450243960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7480581626450243960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/11/comentando-2.html' title='Comentando (2)'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-438319640416753226</id><published>2009-10-28T00:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:22:11.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fuleira'/><title type='text'>Acabe com as espinhas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Espinhas são mais um fato e um pesadelo de todo e qualquer adolescente com problemas de oleosidade. Mas ja pensou: "Porque essa coisa tá aqui?" ou "Será que haveriam coelhinhos dentro daquela espinha?". Bom, agora que já sabemos o que você pensa de espinhas aqui vão&amp;nbsp;5 verdades e conceitos de espinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sue-lcINrwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XrOJZ7xuyLo/s1600-h/9ifefkoel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sue-lcINrwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XrOJZ7xuyLo/s320/9ifefkoel.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1 - As espinhas da TV são sempre maiores e mais inesperadas que o normal - A primeira espinha de uma menina na TV é na vespera do baile no qual vai com o principe dos sonhos - A primeira espinha do menino na TV é a mais horrenda da historia - #fato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - As espinhas são o parque de diversão do pus, ou seja se seu chulé desapareceu derrepente, é porque ele merecia férias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Compre o creme secativo e perca dinheiro, mas use o de graça em uma loja e ganhe mais uma espinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Definitivamente coelhinos MORAM dentro de suas espinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Mais 5 maneiras de esconder suas espinhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corretivo = Meninos, tentem!&lt;br /&gt;- Livro colado na cara&lt;br /&gt;- Mão pregada no rosto o resto do dia&lt;br /&gt;- Fugir para a Inglaterra, se juntar com uma galera no metro de Londres e daí nunca mais prescisara se procupar se voce tem mais espinhas que o adolescente britanico do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;- Pular de cima da torre de TV da sua cidade, se voce não for para o hospicio e ficar isolado do resto da sociedade, voce provavelmente morrerá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Postei usando o BlogPressLite para IPhone e IPod Touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-438319640416753226?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/438319640416753226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=438319640416753226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/438319640416753226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/438319640416753226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/acabe-com-as-espinhas.html' title='Acabe com as espinhas!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sue-lcINrwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XrOJZ7xuyLo/s72-c/9ifefkoel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3924612101243631066</id><published>2009-10-26T02:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:04:45.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Guy Downloads'/><title type='text'>Family Guy Downloads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quem é fã de Family Guy ja deve saber do site "Family Guy Downloads" e eu, Paula acabo de entrar na equipe e minha função é postar as noticias do programa, sobre os atores ou sobre as novidades, quem quer ver o meu primeiro post pode clicar &lt;a href="http://familyguydownloads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuU2uRGengI/AAAAAAAAAes/hpQd-h_JceA/s1600-h/FG_wallpaper06_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuU2uRGengI/AAAAAAAAAes/hpQd-h_JceA/s320/FG_wallpaper06_1024x768.jpg" vr="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejem-me sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vejam e comentem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3924612101243631066?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3924612101243631066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3924612101243631066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3924612101243631066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3924612101243631066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-guy-downloads.html' title='Family Guy Downloads'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuU2uRGengI/AAAAAAAAAes/hpQd-h_JceA/s72-c/FG_wallpaper06_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5073335924930309948</id><published>2009-10-24T23:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:21:14.688-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>Uma propia trilha sonora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuO7BTLlUrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O1CcFsu7LSg/s1600-h/kml.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuO7BTLlUrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O1CcFsu7LSg/s320/kml.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Escutando no IPod as musicas favoritas, percebemos que temos uma propia trilha sonora, quero dizer que todos temos uma lista de musicas favoritas #Fato, muitas vezes elas podem ter uma letra bonita que nos comove, ou tem um ritimos contagiante, ou ate mesmo representa um pouco da nossa vida. Tenho musicas de todos esses tipos e muitas vezes me pego cantando elas do nada. E com o tempo percebemos que elas são partes de nos e que imaginamos momentos de nosso cotidiano que se encaixam com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Voce se esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que que eu estava pelo menos viva&lt;br /&gt;Voce se esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que ja tivemos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't Forget - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Além do horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Existe um lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bonito e tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para agente se amar..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Além do Horizonte - Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Me leve para onde podemos ficar sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ficarei esperando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo o que prescisa fazer é correr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Voce sera o principe e eu a princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Isso é uma historia de amor, e é so dizer sim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Voce disse que nao iriamos conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas olhe onde chegamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por tanto tempo meu coração estava quebrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas agora estamos fortes&amp;nbsp;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Voce é um desastre, mas nao te amaria se mudasse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trainwreck - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre fui um grande amigo seu&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao sei se assim vai ser&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te contei segredos meus&lt;br /&gt;Estou apaixonado por voce!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amigo Apaixonada - Victor e Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Queria colocar muiscas conhecidas por voces senão colocaria artistas que escuto muito mas acho que o pessoal que le aqui nao é muito de escutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps: Perdemos o PureZone mas cabeça erguida : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppps: Desculpa a falta de posts esses dias, agora que aprendi a baixar episodios de seriados e consegui o real player para o computador to vendo muito Family guy, Cleveland Show, Glee, Chuck, Bones&amp;nbsp;e South Park e outros seriados. Ja viciei tanto em Glee que coloquei os meninos da minha sala para ver o piloto e alguns episodios eles se racharam de rir com a Rachel, aquela garota estranha e principalmente o Kurt... Ele dancando "Single Ladies" era muito melhor que os meninos do Vida de garoto ou o Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5073335924930309948?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5073335924930309948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5073335924930309948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5073335924930309948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5073335924930309948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-propia-trilha-sonora.html' title='Uma propia trilha sonora'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuO7BTLlUrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/O1CcFsu7LSg/s72-c/kml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-6453904979726566220</id><published>2009-10-23T20:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:20:54.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Respostas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuI6d-WJgpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ihtsn_XumEA/s1600-h/oepfkew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuI6d-WJgpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ihtsn_XumEA/s320/oepfkew.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Essa é&amp;nbsp;a classificação dos 10 melhores desenhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1 - Bob esponja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2 - Family guy e Os simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3 - American Dad, Robot Chicken, South Park e The Cleveland Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4 - Ben 10 e Futurama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E na classificação extra ganhou os Padrinho magicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-6453904979726566220?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/6453904979726566220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=6453904979726566220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6453904979726566220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6453904979726566220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/respostas.html' title='Respostas'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SuI6d-WJgpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ihtsn_XumEA/s72-c/oepfkew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4520509497948555974</id><published>2009-10-18T23:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:20:35.312-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases Aleatorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><title type='text'>Frases Aleatorias</title><content type='html'>"Nunca deixe alguém te fazer sentir como se você não merecesse o que quer."&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(Do filme Dez coisas que eu odeio em você)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje dê um dos seus sorrisos a um estranho. Esse pode ser o único raio de sol que ele verá durante todo o dia." &lt;em&gt;(Gerry, no filme P. S. Eu Te Amo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A vida já é tão difícil, por que a gente fica arranjando mais problemas pra gente? Que necessidade é essa de apertar o botão de auto-destruição?” &lt;em&gt;(Meredith, em Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como minha mãe sempre diz: Sempre quando estiver tendo um dia ruim, alguém lá fora está tendo um dia pior ainda, então pare e se concentre nas coisas boas."&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(Lucas, em One Tree Hill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha mamãe disse que as pessoas têm que chorar todas as lágrimas para dar espaço a um coração cheio de sorrisos." &lt;em&gt;(Jamie, em One Tree Hill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O único defeito de Julie é...ela não é Rachel."&lt;em&gt; (Ross, em Friends)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sentiria saudade de você mesmo sem ter te conhecido." &lt;em&gt;(Nick, no filme Muito Bem Acompanhada)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diga sim a vida (...) Quando você se abre para ela, coisas incríveis acontecem!" &lt;em&gt;(Christine, em The New Adventures of Old Christine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coragem não é a ausência do medo, e sim agir apesar do medo." &lt;em&gt;(Alan, em Two and a Half Men)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Continuem votando na enquete do post abaixo e tambem deixem suas opinioes sobre os programas&lt;br /&gt;Pps: Comentem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Postei usando o BlogPressLite para IPhone e IPod Touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4520509497948555974?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4520509497948555974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4520509497948555974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4520509497948555974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4520509497948555974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/nunca-deixe-alguem-te-fazer-sentir-como.html' title='Frases Aleatorias'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-781950484728375099</id><published>2009-10-14T17:00:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:03:29.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Os 10 desenhos animados mais marcantes atualmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;American Dad - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvHK2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XB14W1Qio3k/s1600-h/kmkmk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvHK2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XB14W1Qio3k/s320/kmkmk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Stan Smith é um agente da CIA que apesar de ser ignorado pelo chefe e ter uma baixa posição nao deixa de ser um patriota americano. Casado com a maravilhosa Francine, filha de dois milionarios foi abandonada em um voo porque bebes nao podiam entar na classe executiva e adotada por uma familia japonesa a qual nao trocaria por nada. Juntos o casal teve dois filhos, Steve e Hayley, Hayley é uma garota de 18 anos que luta em prol da natureza e da vida, tem um estilo meio Hippie mas as vezes se passa por emo ou dark, Steve é o tipico garoto nerd de 14 anos que&amp;nbsp;esta passando pela puberdade. Andando pela casa ainda tem Klaus um peixe falante que nao prescisa respirar pela agua mas sempre tem de ficar em contato com ela, o que o faz andar em uma tigelinha pela casa, sempre deixado para traz por ser o menor da familia. Tambem tem Roger que talvez seja o personagem mais "Diferente" do seriado, o alien foi achado por Stan em uma base militar e somente a familia sabe do ser, é o mais "Ousado" da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://www.southparkeseriados.com/2008/06/american-dad.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Robot Chicken - Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvZv9VUsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0-7EWDKmC0c/s1600-h/ofkerpofk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvZv9VUsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0-7EWDKmC0c/s320/ofkerpofk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Um cientista (Obviamente maluco) achou um frango morto que tinha sido atropelado por um carro e ressucitou o coitado, so que metade robo. Agora o frango é obrigado a assistir uma serie de canais aleatorios com programaçoes horrives que da pra rir muito de tão absurdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://www.southparkeseriados.com/2008/01/robot-chicken-frango-rob-diversas.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ben 10 - Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvrworS3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/d6rCC2U1Zb0/s1600-h/jepofke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvrworS3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/d6rCC2U1Zb0/s320/jepofke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Robot Chicken é o programa mais assistido do Cartoon nos Eua e Ben 10 vem logo em seguida, ja o resto fica com 0% da audiencia do canal sendo salvo apenas pelo Adult Swim (Bloco de Robot Chicken). Mas aqui no Brasil Robot Chicken nao passa no Cartoon e o Adult Swim nao tem nada então a conta do fim do mes sai do reloginho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ben 10 é um garoto que pode se transformar em 10 superherois apenas usando o relogio, mas essa nao é a questão, é o queridinho ate das minhas irmas mas nao é o meu. Proximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Family guy - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwEhV64MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/H5RJi9CKxTE/s1600-h/jfjfejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwEhV64MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/H5RJi9CKxTE/s320/jfjfejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Family guy é&amp;nbsp;a &lt;a href="http://tv.globo.com/Entretenimento/Tv/Noticia/0,,AA1651405-7175,00-STEWIE+ULTRAPASSA+BART+SIMPSON+NA+AUDIENCIA+DA+TV+AMERICANA.html"&gt;Animação mais assistida da FOX Americana&lt;/a&gt;, Ja tem Spin-off (Que esta na lista) e vem arrastando fãs pelo mundo todo (Inclusive eu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Peter Griffin é um gordão estupido que ja passou por 3 empregos durante o seriado (Montador de brinquedos - nesse ele matou o chefe com um pãozinho, Pescador - Não dava lucro, e Assistente na produção de cerveja), é casado com a disputada Lois que faz o maximo para deixar a familia em um nivel de normalidade, juntos tiveram 3 filhos, Meg, uma garota que deseja ser popular e desejavel para os garotos, so tem uma coisa: ela é feia e é enjoadinha alem de ser zoada por todos, ja senti muita pena dela. O clone do pai Chris que é BEM mais estupido do que o pai e excluido na escola, e o malevolo Stewie (Stewie Forever), que tem os planos de dominar o mundo e matar a mae por lhe manter preso em sua barriga durante 9 dolorosos meses. Ainda tem Brian o cachorro que é o mais inteligente da familia, anda, fala, bebe, e fuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O programa tambem é conhecido por ser meio "Pesado", ja cantaram musicas sobre a legalização da maconha, tambem ja fizeram um episodio sobre aborto. Outro ponto alto do programa são os Flashbacks que poem os personagens e qualquer pessoa em qualquer situação. O programa ja foi indicado ao Emmy de melhor comedia, perdendo para 30Rock (Que surpresa), Sendo que foi a&amp;nbsp;segunda animação a ser indicada a essa categoria, a primeira foi os Flinstones que tambem perderam. Sem falar que o programa tambem ja foi cancelado duas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://familyguydownloads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;South Park - Comedy Central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwWZurI4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZVxgF9vgRWQ/s1600-h/pofrkpe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwWZurI4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZVxgF9vgRWQ/s320/pofrkpe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Outro programa que tambem arrasta legiões de fãs, South Park&amp;nbsp;conta a historia de 4 garotos do 4 ano que moram em&amp;nbsp;South Park no Colorado, e passam por diversas situações, tanto com artistas (Jonas Brother ja foram um desses artistas)&amp;nbsp;quanto&amp;nbsp;uma das fantasias de algum deles. O programa tambem pode ser considerado "Pesado" por mostrar os garotos conversando e brincando com coisas relacionadas a&amp;nbsp;sexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://www.southparkeseriados.com/2007/01/south-park-todas-as-temporadas-11.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os Simpsons - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwqM_EDTI/AAAAAAAAAck/VUdlvp0QlGo/s1600-h/moko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYwqM_EDTI/AAAAAAAAAck/VUdlvp0QlGo/s320/moko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O seriado famoso no mundo todo, conta a historia de Homer e sua famila, Homer é um cara que burro e gordo que sustenta a familia e coloca em todas as situações possiveis, é casado com Marge uma tipica dona de casa (Voces vriram? ela vai sair na capa da Playboy!), Tem 3 filhos: Bart é o tipo garoto muleque que é conhecido por aprontar todas, Lisa é a mais inteligente da casa e provavelmente da cidade (Lisa Forever), apoia o meio ambiente e&amp;nbsp;tem dificuldade para fazer amigos, Maggie é a filhinha da mamae que nunca sai do colo de&amp;nbsp;Marge, porem consegue fazer tudo sozinha (Uma coisa que me intriga é aonde ela fica quando so aparece os 4 em algum lugar fora da casa? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com os Flanders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O programa tambem é conhecido por fazer piadas de si mesma e ser um classico. Mas ultimamente esta dando uma recaida muito&amp;nbsp;grande, podia-se fazer algumas mudanças, matar a mulher do Flanders&amp;nbsp;foi ate que bom para dar algumas outras historias, mas podia fazer mais, como o Family guy que ta sempre mudando algo, como as namoradas do Brian, da&amp;nbsp;Meg e do Chris, ou os empregos do Peter que em 9 temporadas ja mudou 3 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://www.vmseries.com/2009/07/simpsons.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cleveland Show - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYw_C-pqlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4k61Rhn7Rwo/s1600-h/jokl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYw_C-pqlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4k61Rhn7Rwo/s320/jokl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cleveland Brown de Family Guy finalmente recebe seu divorcio depois de sua mulher Loretta o ter traido com Quagmire, e além de tudo recebe a custodia do filho e a sua ex quer a casa então Cleveland decide se mudar para sua cidade natal, onde reencontra o amor de sua vida Donna que esta divorciada e Cleveland tenta uma chance e com ela e consegue logo esta casado com a garota dos seus sonhos e seus novos e velhos filhos: Roberta uma garota&amp;nbsp;bonita que pensa em festa em garotos, Cleveland Jr. seu filho que so aparece em 3 episodios de Family guy, 1 em cada uma das 3 primeiras temporadas, depois disso o garoto nunca mais foi visto ate mesmo no divorcio do casal, e ele era agitado e magrinho, ja nessa Spin-off ele esta masi calmo, porem gordinho, e por ultimo Rallo que é praticamente uma copia boa do Stewie (Por que o Stewie é mau mesmo). Muito legal, adorei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://familyguydownloads.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futurama - Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYxX-1T9mI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yb0iNGkAX6I/s1600-h/jijkol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYxX-1T9mI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yb0iNGkAX6I/s320/jijkol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Após um congelamento crio gênico acidental, Fry acorda na virada do ano 3000. Com a ajuda de seus dois novos amigos, um robô degenerado chamado Bender e Leela, a bela alienígena de um olho só. Fry desafia a determinação de ser garoto de entregas para toda vida. Ele encontra seu tatara-tatara-tatara-etc. sobrinho, o Professor Farnsworth, que contrata os três para trabalhar em seu serviço deentregas galácticas. É um admirável mundo novo e Fry está disposto a curtir sua nova vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O programa foi cancelado e tinha filmes na epoca de cancelado mas agora vai voltar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver? Clique &lt;a href="http://www.vmseries.com/2009/07/futurama.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Esponja - Nickelodeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYz7Y-5EPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XBO3i-t0CF8/s1600-h/pdepf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYz7Y-5EPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XBO3i-t0CF8/s320/pdepf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Esponja vive no fundo do Oceano Pacífico, numa cidade chamada Fenda do Bikini, dentro de um abacaxi, com seu caramujo de estimação, Gary. Ele é uma esponja do mar amarela e usa calças quadradas comuma gravata vermelha. É um trabalhador da lanchonete Siri Cascudo e sua vida se baseia em arrumar confusõ&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ultima voces escolhem como sempre, quem merece entrar na lista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-781950484728375099?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/781950484728375099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=781950484728375099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/781950484728375099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/781950484728375099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-10-desenhos-animados-mais-marcantes.html' title='Os 10 desenhos animados mais marcantes atualmente'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/StYvHK2TJKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XB14W1Qio3k/s72-c/kmkmk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3653052897652358661</id><published>2009-10-09T00:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:19:58.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><title type='text'>Ultimo dia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss6nPFM0QlI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5j6R8s5PUeI/s1600-h/hikjiok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss6nPFM0QlI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5j6R8s5PUeI/s320/hikjiok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Hoje eh o ultimo para votar no PureZone, Vote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=77B23AAFB0EA7160DF75B00E0D1D0447"&gt;Aqui!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou viajar amanhã então demore para postar denovo, talvez poste sobre o PureZone quando sair o resultado, mas quando voltar vou postar mais um "10 mais..." dessa vez será "Os 10 melhores desenhos animados do momento", e tenho que dizer que to viciada em desenhos animados, de todos os tipos, velhos, novos e ja esta ate pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vou sentir saudade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3653052897652358661?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3653052897652358661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3653052897652358661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3653052897652358661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3653052897652358661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimo-dia.html' title='Ultimo dia!!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss6nPFM0QlI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5j6R8s5PUeI/s72-c/hikjiok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3899166217534201792</id><published>2009-10-07T20:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:19:42.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 6 - Choque! - Ler até o final!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss0g4PWHiKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lcRmX3BwPCo/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss0g4PWHiKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lcRmX3BwPCo/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Oi pai! – Sam chega em casa surpresa pelo pai ainda estar acordado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi Sammy, posso falar com voce?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode claro, so trocar de roupa e tirar a maquiagem?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok! – Sam vai para dentro do quarto tira a roupa da festa, lava o rosto, desarruma o cabelo, liga o ar do quarto e veste a calça do pijama de bolinha branco e preto com uma camisa sem manga branca e prende o cabelo com uma liga especial para a noite e vai para a sala. – E ai, o que voce tem para me contar?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu tava falando com sua mãe no telefone&lt;br /&gt;- O que? – Interrompido por Sam – Ela ligou? Não podia ter me esperado? Não ouço a voz dela e dos gêmeos a meses! – Exclamando totalmente feliz&lt;br /&gt;- Essa não é a questão! Finalmente deram o tempo dela de se mudar para ca.&lt;br /&gt;- Serio?? Voce ta brincando ne? Agente vai se mudar para uma casa normal? Ela vai trabalhar aqui? Ou vamos continuar morando aqui? – Dizendo perguntas fora da ordem&lt;br /&gt;- É algo mais complexo que isso&lt;br /&gt;- Ela não vai voltar?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, ela vem mas... – Diz ele mordendo o lábio – Eu conto p vc amanha, voce tem aula, agente almoça junto, tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem. – Sam vai para o quarto e dorme com o violão, parecia estranho e desconfortável mas era algo que a reconfortava nesses momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam já estava na porta do estúdio esperando por Matt no dia seguinte, pensando na conversa do pai, pálida e assustada, olhos despertados. Matt passa como de costume&lt;br /&gt;- Bu!&lt;br /&gt;- É, boo! – Desanimada, sobe na bicicleta e vai andando. No meio do caminho ele se vira para traz e pergunta&lt;br /&gt;- Voce ta bem? Ta lenta!&lt;br /&gt;- Não, to bem&lt;br /&gt;- Ah – Continuam a pedalar – Ela fica um pouco mais feliz. Chegando ao trailer ele continua mas ela o chama&lt;br /&gt;- Matt! Vem aqui! – Ele vem num ritimo rápido – Quero te contar algo&lt;br /&gt;- O que?&lt;br /&gt;- Vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;- Pra onde?&lt;br /&gt;- Pra casa – Lagrimas caem pelo rosto&lt;br /&gt;- O que? Assim, de repente?&lt;br /&gt;- É &lt;br /&gt;- Meu Deus! Como? &lt;br /&gt;- Meu pai acha que me distanciei da mamãe e dos gêmeos, quer que eu enfrente as pessoas das quais voce já sabe.&lt;br /&gt;- Entra – Guiando ela para dentro do trailer. Eles se sentaram e ela o abraçou e ele retribui, depois de um tempo ela dorme. Ele fica preocupado sobre o tempo mas não queria acorda-la, então se levantou arrumou a mochila dela e foi pegar a sua, em seguida se sentou ao lado dela e deu um grande abraço fazendo com que a acordasse&lt;br /&gt;- Oi sonolenta&lt;br /&gt;- Oi&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda ta triste&lt;br /&gt;- To&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos? Já se passou uma hora depois que você dormiu!&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa tudo isso!? Ainda bem que amanha é sábado&lt;br /&gt;- É, vou para a sua casa, não adianta dizer não. Agora que voce ta precisando de alguém. Mas então quando voce vai?&lt;br /&gt;- Quarta-feira&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa ta tão perto ne?&lt;br /&gt;- É, meu pai vai ver com o estúdio para so começar a gravar a terceira temporada quando eu voltar, daqui a 6 meses.&lt;br /&gt;- Então quer dizer que vou passar 6 meses longe da bruxinha?&lt;br /&gt;- É – Diz ela triste, já com lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, calma, vamos de bicicleta que ai voce dorme – Ele sobe na bicicleta e ela na garupa, se deita nas costas dele e dorme abraçada com o “amigo”. Ao chegar na recepção o pai dela e a mae dele estão la, esperando e vão para as suas casas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do sexto capitulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Votem na nossa historia, o link esta na imagem no topo da pagina, alem disso clique &lt;a href="http://blogdaliaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/votem-help.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;para escolher um botton e colocar na barra lateral do seu blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3899166217534201792?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3899166217534201792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3899166217534201792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3899166217534201792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3899166217534201792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-6-ler-ate-o.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 6 - Choque! - Ler até o final!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Ss0g4PWHiKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lcRmX3BwPCo/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1216810508597391223</id><published>2009-10-04T17:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:19:18.994-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><title type='text'>Eu te amo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Voce sempre esteve aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Em um lugar que mais ninguem poderia substituir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Vejo voce todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sinto saudade quando estamos longe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SskJC8CxvNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DiG0bCfJwwY/s1600-h/rfijerhf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SskJC8CxvNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DiG0bCfJwwY/s320/rfijerhf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu coração sabe que estou apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela esta confusa...&lt;br /&gt;Por que isso esta acontendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce me ajudou quando escutei vozes&lt;br /&gt;Me ajudou quando passei por problemas&lt;br /&gt;E me colocava em primeiro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja salvei sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Assim como voce ja salvou a minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sou o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Mudei muito depois dos meus problemas?&lt;br /&gt;Algo me afetou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou minha mente mudou e o novo eu te ama&lt;br /&gt;E eu não?&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixa em duvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sou eu mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Bones e Booth Forever!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse poema de cima foi eu quem escrevi, logo depois de ver o primeiro episodio da quinta temporada de Bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votem em nos clicando &lt;a href="http://www.inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=77B23AAFB0EA7160DF75B00E0D1D0447"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Ou na imagem da barra lateral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1216810508597391223?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1216810508597391223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1216810508597391223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1216810508597391223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1216810508597391223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/voce-sempre-esteve-aqui-em-um-lugar-que.html' title='Eu te amo?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SskJC8CxvNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DiG0bCfJwwY/s72-c/rfijerhf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2104761309106364369</id><published>2009-10-03T01:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:18:52.604-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 5 - Confissoes - Ler até o final!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SsbSFsnIOTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/38yaYWnoGoI/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SsbSFsnIOTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/38yaYWnoGoI/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fim da cerimônia Matt e Sam conversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, vencedor, feliz? – Pergunta Sam a Matt&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, claro voce ganhou &lt;br /&gt;- E eu to feliz que voce tenha ganhado!&lt;br /&gt;- Legal nos dois ganharmos ne?&lt;br /&gt;- É mas imagine a fera que a Zolee vai ficar quando souber que não ganhou&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, ela te deixou bêbada, se ela ficou também era problema dela, ela não me ajudou da ultima vez, porque iria ajudar ela&lt;br /&gt;- É – Disse ela indecisa&lt;br /&gt;- Então vamos?&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos – Eles andarão até o restaurante que ficava do lado do teatro sentarão-se em uma grande mesa com todos os atores, atrizes e pessoas em geral que ganharam o mesmo premio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da cerimônia eles vão ate os tapetes entrando nas limos e Sam pergunta&lt;br /&gt;- Matt, voce vai com quem?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu vou com o Jay, ele vai deixar o Jake na casa dele que é uns 15 minutos daqui e volta para me apanhar, voce ia voltar com a Zolee ne?&lt;br /&gt;- É &lt;br /&gt;- Volta comigo então &lt;br /&gt;- Claro – Em seguida Jay chega &lt;br /&gt;- Sam, Jake soube o que aconteceu com a Zolee e quis saber se voce não quer ir com ele&lt;br /&gt;- Diz para ele que tudo bem eu vou quando voce vier apanhar o Matt, não vou deixar ele sozinho&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem agente pergunta para ele – Chegando na Limo – Jake, ela aceita mas so se o Matt for, tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro, entrem – Tudo fica em silencio ate a chegada de Jake em sua mansão – Jay, esses dois ficam na sua responsabilidade, delvova a limo depois&amp;nbsp; – Diz ele com uma cara que se deixasse os meninos sozinhos eles iriam aprontar algo.&lt;br /&gt;- Amanhã é sexta ne? – Pergunta Matt&lt;br /&gt;- É, vai la para casa treinar o violão no sábado.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok! Que horas?&lt;br /&gt;- A de sempre, 13.&lt;br /&gt;- Então ta&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Ei, o que foi que aconteceu mesmo com voce e a Zolee? – E quando o amigo foi abrindo a boca ela o interrompe – E por favor não diga que é porque voce já não se da com ela de nascença porque essa já é passada!&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda bem que voce tem pavil longo! Senão já teria explodido há muito tempo – Diz ele brincando e rindo – Não que voce tenha explodido... – Repete confuso arrependido de ter dito sobre humor – Esquece – Agora arrependido&lt;br /&gt;- É ainda bem que eu tenho pavil longo! – Brinca ela, rindo&lt;br /&gt;- Foi uma festa de uma companhia de filmes, eu e ela tínhamos feitos filmes separados para a mesma companhia, ela tinha 12 anos e eu 13, foi uns 3 meses antes de voce chegar aqui em LA, e tinha bebida na festa e ela querendo dar em cima de mim me deu uma taça de champanhe, era horrível mas era melhor do que ouvir aquela voz de tacora rachada dela – Diz ele fazendo uma careta enquanto ela ria – Depois de umas 4 taças demos a louca de nos jogar na piscina do salão mas o “eu” bebado não queria se molhar, já ela se atirou e chamou a atenção de todos, e ela ficou chateada porque eu não paguei mico com ela e daí começou essa richa, acho que ela so não me provoca porque não caiu no paparazzi. Então...&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho de tomar cuidado? – Interrompe ela. Ele balança a cabeça indicando um sim. – Mas foi voce que me tirou de la &lt;br /&gt;- É.&lt;br /&gt;- Perai. Então ta me dizendo que vai todo o temperamento para voce?&lt;br /&gt;- Mais ou menos, depende de como ela estiver amanhã&lt;br /&gt;- Ui! Tudo bem pra voce?&lt;br /&gt;- O que? Ela é mau humorada comigo! Não minha namorada! – Em seguida eles param na frente do hotel de Sam e ela sai&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau! Ate amanha.&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau. – Ela responde fechando a porta. Em seguida Jay abaixa a “parede” que separa o lado dos passageiros e do motorista. - Voce escutou? – Pergunta Matt preocupado&lt;br /&gt;- Sim! &lt;br /&gt;- Aiii!!! – E ele cai lentamente no sofá com ódio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Votem na enquete e se voces tiverem alguma sugestão de seriado, coloquem nos comentarios que eu ponho na enquete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps: Votem tambem para nos no PureZone clicando no link do post abaixo (o site do PureZone naum ta funcionado agora, quando voltar ajeito aki). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppps: Alguem aqui ve Robot Chicken? Ou frango robo como algumas pessoas chamam aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pppps: Commennntteeeemmmm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2104761309106364369?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2104761309106364369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2104761309106364369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2104761309106364369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2104761309106364369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/10/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-5-ler-ate-o.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 5 - Confissoes - Ler até o final!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SsbSFsnIOTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/38yaYWnoGoI/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3458500881836051795</id><published>2009-09-29T19:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:00:38.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote, Vote e Vote!</title><content type='html'>Pra quem naum sabe eu to participando do concurso do Purezone com a Lia&amp;nbsp;a Pi a Nana e o Thiago, e nos precisamos da ajuda de voces para conseguir votos, então votem, votem e Votem! &lt;a href="http://www.inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=77B23AAFB0EA7160DF75B00E0D1D0447"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para lembrar eu to c uma enquete, e a pergunta é "Qual dessas series é a sua preferida?" Na verdade so coloquei os meus seriados preferidos e dai vcs dizem qual é o preferido de vcs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3458500881836051795?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3458500881836051795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3458500881836051795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3458500881836051795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3458500881836051795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/vote-vote-e-vote.html' title='Vote, Vote e Vote!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5381305124541583640</id><published>2009-09-26T13:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:18:02.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Simulado e Musica = )</title><content type='html'>Hoje teve simulado na minha escola, todo mundo estudando que nem doido, isso porque são 30 questoes de multipla escolha valendo 0,4 cada ¬ ¬ &lt;br /&gt;Tava uma bagunça so na sala, era cappucino e biscoito pra todos os lados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha esses videos bem legais que eu acho no YouTube, tem de tudo: Musica, Comedia e varios outros : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse aqui é Magic dos Feiticeiros de warvely place, cantado pela Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DciL0-aHFqM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/DciL0-aHFqM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse daqui todo mundo ja viu mas eu naum paro de ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtQpu11ZNGI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/GtQpu11ZNGI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tree Friends... Algo mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmXL6-F3vZQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/nmXL6-F3vZQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Glee o novo seriado da FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Akr9fRajrKM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Akr9fRajrKM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5381305124541583640?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5381305124541583640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5381305124541583640&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5381305124541583640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5381305124541583640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/simulado-e-musica.html' title='Simulado e Musica = )'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3569665416337406345</id><published>2009-09-25T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:17:39.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selos *_*</title><content type='html'>So pra consatar quem mandou os 2 selos foi o thiago do &lt;a href="http://imaginemso.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imaginem Só&lt;/a&gt;, outra coisa que eu tb queria avisar é que minha meta é de escrever um post por dia ou pelo menos a cada 3 dias, se passar de&amp;nbsp;3 dias é porque eu não to podendo postar, so avisando para a proxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Srw1q6hB7kI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pmIBqb582Hg/s1600-h/njn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Srw1q6hB7kI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pmIBqb582Hg/s320/njn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Escever 5 blogs ou mais para receber o selo, vou colocar 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Imaginem so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Penso que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Blog da Lia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Blog da Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Ao inves de falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Tipo assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Potencial Critico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Penso que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Blog da Lia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Blog da Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Imaginem so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Bubble Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;You've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3569665416337406345?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3569665416337406345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3569665416337406345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3569665416337406345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3569665416337406345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/selos.html' title='Selos *_*'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Srw1q6hB7kI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pmIBqb582Hg/s72-c/njn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3753647519311987723</id><published>2009-09-22T20:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:17:07.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Bea e Joanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/span&gt; nunca se entenderam muito&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/span&gt; são muito amigas&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser estranho isso &lt;br /&gt;Mas é o jeito do qual elas se entendem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequena &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/span&gt; nunca se deram bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas tinham os mesmos gostos&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas experiencias &lt;br /&gt;E a vida parecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passados alguns anos, isso ja na pre-adolescecia&lt;br /&gt;Bea se tornou muito amiga de duas meninas&lt;br /&gt;E Joanna de um grupo de meninas bem legais&lt;br /&gt;Ja&amp;nbsp;na adolescencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea tinha se separado das amigas&lt;br /&gt;Sendo que uma delas virou a melhor amiga de Joanna&lt;br /&gt;Logo depois &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Bea e Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;se aproximaram de alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que aqueles interesses em comum&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vida parecida&lt;br /&gt;E as mesmas experiencias&lt;br /&gt;Tinham finalmente se juntado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não sejam melhores amigas&lt;br /&gt;Estão coladas uma a outra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historia a cima é uma historia real, na verdade não é "Real", é baseada em uma historia que eu ouvi ha algum tempo, so que eu usei outros nomes e essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Comentem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3753647519311987723?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3753647519311987723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3753647519311987723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3753647519311987723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3753647519311987723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/bea-e-joanna-nunca-se-entenderam-muito.html' title='Bea e Joanna'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4606983339704567396</id><published>2009-09-21T21:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:16:47.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><title type='text'>Resultado Emmy 2009</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que ja ta enjoando eu falar do emmy mas eu prometo que esse é meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ULTIMO&lt;/span&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Série Drama – Mad Men - &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quem eu queria que ganhasse: Dr. House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Ator Drama – Bryan Cranston (Breaking Bad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Atriz Drama – Glenn Close (Damages) - &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quem queria que ganhasse: Holly Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ator Coadjuvante Drama – Michael Emerson (Lost) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Atriz Coadjuvante Drama – Cherry Jones -&lt;/span&gt; Quem queria que ganhasse: Sandra Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Série Comédia – 30 Rock - &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quem queria que ganhasse: Family guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Ator Comédia – Alec Baldwin (30 Rock) -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Quem queria que ganhasse: Jim Parsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Atriz Comédia – Toni Collette (United States of Tara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ator Coadjuvante Comédia – Jon Cryer (Two And a Half Men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atriz Coadjuvante Comédia – Kristin Chenoweth (Pushing Daisies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As que não tem do lado é porque&amp;nbsp;não tinha uma opção mesmo, mas tenho que dizer que em todas essas competiçoes os que eu quero que ganhem sempre perdem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4606983339704567396?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4606983339704567396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4606983339704567396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4606983339704567396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4606983339704567396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/resultado-emmy-2009.html' title='Resultado Emmy 2009'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7303263219608971555</id><published>2009-09-16T18:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:16:28.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><title type='text'>Quem diria que ia fazer falta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrFdNmlHrCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hxJkkBLD6HE/s1600-h/oijiok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrFdNmlHrCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hxJkkBLD6HE/s320/oijiok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tudo começou difilcilmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pelo visto&amp;nbsp;foi um dos mais dificeis dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As palpebras caiam assim como os livros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ja era tarde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os passos eram fracos e mal pisados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No primeiro lugar que parasse iria ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas entrei la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Vi o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E tudo ficou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...Bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...Melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente vejam a nossa historia do &lt;a href="http://www.inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Grupo_Det.aspx"&gt;"Inventando Historia PureZone"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;so tem o primeiro capitulo por enquanto mas ta mt legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ta online no meu &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paulakmf"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;no dia do Emmy dizendo quem ganhou, os concorrentes e tals. Para saber mais clique &lt;a href="http://allabout-ppa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7303263219608971555?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7303263219608971555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7303263219608971555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7303263219608971555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7303263219608971555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/quem-diria-que-ia-fazer-falta.html' title='Quem diria que ia fazer falta?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrFdNmlHrCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hxJkkBLD6HE/s72-c/oijiok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3737108207075365484</id><published>2009-09-15T19:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:16:00.283-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 4 - Calma, ta tudo bem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrAQux8symI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tQLUxXd0wHk/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrAQux8symI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tQLUxXd0wHk/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt tinha de achar algo para acalmar ela, tudo o que ele acha no bolso é uma barra de cereal que seria para o meio da cerimônia, mas agora já era, na limo só tinha café com leite e água, perfeito! Exceto pela parte do café mas era melhor eletrificada do que louca. Ele coloca café em um copo e água num outro e quando ele acaba ela pega ele pelo pescoço e coloca num jetio que ele olhe para ela, Sam segura a gravata dele e desmancha lentamente, em seguinte ainda bêbeda desabotoa os 3 primeiros botões da camisa e fica passando a mão como se fosse macio como o carpete do banheiro de Zolee, ele logo pega o copo de café assustado e da para ela e diz como se fosse um robô &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beba!&lt;br /&gt;- É champanhe? – Pergunta ela semichapada&lt;br /&gt;- Sim!? – Diz ele tentando convencê-la a beber o café se vestindo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;- Não é não! &lt;br /&gt;- Mas como sou bobo, isso é uísque! – Diz ele como um verdadeiro ator, em seguida ela agarra o copo e bebe &lt;br /&gt;- Me da mais?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro! – Diz ele lhe passando a água, logo em seguida ela já tinha bebido uns 4 copos de água e estava voltando ao normal&lt;br /&gt;- Você é burro ou o que? Não é assim que se veste um terno! – Diz Sam desarrumando o terno dele mais uma vez, mas dessa vez ela só entorta a gravata – Assim ta melhor! – Em seguida ela deita no colo dele e fica la uns 10 minutos quando a limusine para e ele se lembra em voz alta&lt;br /&gt;- A premiação! – Em seguida avisa para o motorista do parking – Ei!, ainda estamos aqui! - Mentindo&lt;br /&gt;- Não, eu passei no carpete! E voce não estava ai, era uma outra garota!&lt;br /&gt;- Por acaso voce deixou ela tão bêbada também á ponto de assaltar a Bozze também, bundão? - Diz ele agressivo&lt;br /&gt;- Não senhor, vou deixa-los na premiação – Com tom de envergonhado&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem! Agora aproveite que tem alguém que se meta no meio do caminho e pegue toda a bebida desse carro e venda, quero me livrar disso! – Diz ele tentando prejudicar Zolee&lt;br /&gt;- Sim Senhor, algo mais?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, Quero que quebre esse estéreo ele me incomoda a meses!&lt;br /&gt;- Claro, mais alguma coisa senhor?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode parar de falar “Mais alguma coisa”? e me leve a festa agora! – Diz ele com tom de líder&lt;br /&gt;- Sim Senhor, adoro seu trabalho senhor!&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigado – “...Mas odeio o seu”. Desejava dizer isso mas também já era demais para o coitado ou não!. 3 minutos depois ela se levanta e diz meio tonta &lt;br /&gt;- Matt!? Blawaahhhhh! – Vomintando&lt;br /&gt;- Ai! Prefeito! – Reclama ele – Começou a ressaca&lt;br /&gt;- To com dor de cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;- Deita aqui, te chamo quando estivermos chegando – Em seguida ela deita lentamente no colo dele e abraça apaixonadamente o corpo do garoto, sentindo confortável mesmo com a dor de cabeça. Ele se sente no meio e começa a acariciar a cabeça da amiga, com cuidado para não bagunçar o lindo cabelo castanho claro. Entrando na entrada principal a 5 minutos da festa ele acorda Sam.&lt;br /&gt;- Sammy, acorde! – Diz ele calmamente&lt;br /&gt;- Que foi?&lt;br /&gt;- Chegamos na festa&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, eu to legal? – Esperando tirar isso para saber se ele a achava bonita&lt;br /&gt;- Uau! – Diz ele de um jeito meio sabido – So tem de dar uma ajeitadinha no cabelo, eu ajudo voce! – Ela da um sorriso desanimado enquanto ele mexe no cabelo dela – Ei! Não fica assim! Voce ta concorrendo a dois grandes premios, tem um ótimo amigo que te tirou de uma grande encrenca, não fica triste! – diz ele pegando a mão dela, mas ela o abraça, Matt retribui o abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando na festa eles saem da limo juntos e de repente um guarda aparece com Zolee nos braços.&lt;br /&gt;- O que aconteceu? – Pergunta Matt&lt;br /&gt;- Bebida em carros devia ser proibida! – Diz ele tentando fazer graça, mas sem sucesso – Ta maluca, já tentou beijar dois atores e um apresentador. E fica puxando o vestindo para cima e pulando de um lado para o outro. Vai para casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é colocada dentro da limusine que vai embora. Os dois começam a ser entrevistados. Depois das entrevistas e na entrada do teatro onde iria acontecer a cerimônia Sam e Matt conversão&lt;br /&gt;- Sam, voce já ta legal?&lt;br /&gt;- To meio loucona ainda mas to bem melhor, valeu por me ajudar, não sei o que faria sem voce&lt;br /&gt;- De nada, dizem “Quando precisar me chama” mas eu já sei quando voce precisa de ajuda&lt;br /&gt;- Hehe, sei...&lt;br /&gt;- Mas é verdade... Louca&lt;br /&gt;- Vou ficar torcendo para voce, se eu e voce ganharmos nos vamos juntos para festa dos vencedores, legal, ne?&lt;br /&gt;- É, também vou torcer para voce, já vou tenho de ir.&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau – Eles seguem o caminho do elenco de seus seriados e sentam a cerimônia começa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do 4 capitulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3737108207075365484?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3737108207075365484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3737108207075365484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3737108207075365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3737108207075365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/matt-tinha-de-achar-algo-para-acalmar.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 4 - Calma, ta tudo bem!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SrAQux8symI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tQLUxXd0wHk/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3845804235358322299</id><published>2009-09-14T20:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:15:40.667-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 3 - Tequila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq7XkL72rlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IDNyHiwbLOE/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq7XkL72rlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IDNyHiwbLOE/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sam coloque o filme que fizemos juntas para ver ai! – Sam coloca o filme &lt;br /&gt;- Ei Samantha, porque voce anda com o Matt?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque ele é meu amigo – Responde ela sabendo que Zolee iria falar algo mal do amigo&lt;br /&gt;- Voce sabe por que agente não se da?&lt;br /&gt;- Já sei e nao quero saber!&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem! Não prescisa ser agressiva!&lt;br /&gt;- E desde quando sou agressiva?&lt;br /&gt;- Desde agora!&lt;br /&gt;- Chega!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok! – O silencio se alastra pelo quarto cor de rosa e cheio de posters luxo que vendiam aos montes no Wal-mart, e duas horas depois as duas estavam prontas. A limusine branca que Sam adorava já estava na porta esperando pelas duas garotas, Ao entrar na limusine de vestido as duas saem para o concurso que ficava a mais ou menos uns 45 minutos dali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á 15 minutos dali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matt, voce esta lindo! – Diz a mãe dele – A sua amiga naum vai desgrudar de voce&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe! – Reclama o filho &lt;br /&gt;- Voce não namora com ela? – Pergunta ela assustada&lt;br /&gt;- Não?!! – Diz ele confuso&lt;br /&gt;- Humm... esse não!&lt;br /&gt;- Para mãe!&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpa – Diz a mãe envergonhada&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau mãe – Diz o garoto saindo de casa e entrando na Limo – Oi Jay, valeu por me levar na sua limo – Agradece ele ao amigo 5 anos mais velho&lt;br /&gt;- De nada, eu to concorrendo na subcategoria de melhor assistente! &lt;br /&gt;- O que? Isso existe? – Perguntou confuso&lt;br /&gt;- Não!&lt;br /&gt;- É, me engana!&lt;br /&gt;- Na verdade tenho de ir para ajudar o diretor, ele esta mesmo concorrendo a um premio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso na Limo das meninas...&lt;br /&gt;- E ai Sam... tem assunto?&lt;br /&gt;- Seu amigo o Ma... – Interrompida por Sam&lt;br /&gt;- Não inventa falar dele! – Se impõe&lt;br /&gt;- Para voce se impor a favor dele voce tem de ah... – Se Surpreende – Gostar dele!!&lt;br /&gt;- Não! – Responde ela!&lt;br /&gt;- Voce gosta dele!&lt;br /&gt;- Esquece!&lt;br /&gt;- É ela gosta dele! – Cinco minutos depois ela pergunta para Sam – Quer um “Absolut”? – Estressada com a amiga responde &lt;br /&gt;- Ok! – Pegando uma taça, faltando 10 minutos para chegar no auditório as garotas começam a ficar bêbadas&lt;br /&gt;- E ai Sam, já tem namorado?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, mas já dei uns amassos no Lucas Till e no Ed Westwick hehe&lt;br /&gt;- Eles são tão gatos! Mas o Lucas sabe que voce ta com o Ed e vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim o Lucas me viu traindo ele com o Zac Efron tambem mas não to nem ai!&lt;br /&gt;- Dos três qual é o mas bonito? Marciana&lt;br /&gt;- O Chad Bleu esse sim é ótimo!&lt;br /&gt;- Voce gosta do Chad Bleu! Eu sabia!&lt;br /&gt;- Mas o Match é mt fofo voce não acha?&lt;br /&gt;- Mt horroroso! Como voce acha ele fofo?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque eu AMO ele e o amor é ceguitio dos nervos&lt;br /&gt;- Voce ama ele voce ama ele voce ama ele – Cantarolando&lt;br /&gt;- Chegamos na festa!&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos deixar os copos aqui!&lt;br /&gt;- Boa Idea, as vezes não acredito que voce seja tão esperta&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, paparazzi! – A garota bêbada mas consiente do que tava fazendo&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, galera, uhhuuu! – Grita Zolee na maior animação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo na limo da frente Matt esta saindo e sendo fotografado, foi quando viu Zolee na maior festança e se lembrou de Sam&lt;br /&gt;- Ai, meus deus! – Ele já teve um problema com Zolee por conta da bebedeira, e precisava ajudar Sam para não ter um problema maior, sendo assim ele passou do carpete 3 para o carpete 2 pegou Sam pelo braço e entrou na limo de Zolee bem na hora que a limo saiu, já Zolee ficou que nem uma pateta bêbada em cima do carpete, Matt não tava nem ai para ela agora seu objetivo era acalmar Sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do 3 capitulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3845804235358322299?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3845804235358322299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3845804235358322299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3845804235358322299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3845804235358322299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/capitulo-3.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 3 - Tequila'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq7XkL72rlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IDNyHiwbLOE/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-3354396506673215584</id><published>2009-09-14T00:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:15:22.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq20B_XKjuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E66JzuEyJ3U/s1600-h/rpogkreop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq20B_XKjuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E66JzuEyJ3U/s320/rpogkreop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As vezes penso quem eu sou... Quem serei e essas coisas, sempre achei que era aquela garota que adora quase tudo que esta na TV, que pensa de um jeito diferente, é fã de coisas completamente "Diferentes" das quais as pessoas do seu cotidiano geralmente gostam (As vezes me perguntam porque minha drama preferida se chama "Bones" -&amp;nbsp;"Ossos" em portugues). Quero que as pessoas saibam mais do que as coisas "Bizzaras" sobre mim como os nomes dos programas que gosto antes mesmo de assistir, ou que sou completamente "Desinformada" (Sou sempre a última a saber as coisas da escola ou perceber algo que o pessoal ja sabia a anos, sim isso acontece comigo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que as pessoas saibam que mesmo que eu more numa região onde tem O MELHOR açaí do Brasil eu não gosto. Que estou aberta a escutar qualquer musica que estiver na lista de reprodução do PC, ou que não tenho ipod, todas as minhas musicas são espremidas em 2 &lt;strike&gt;poucos&lt;/strike&gt; gigas - quero 5! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que seria capaz de adorar qualquer seriado na TV &lt;strike&gt;menos que seja uma #&amp;amp;*@%&lt;/strike&gt;!&amp;nbsp;Que não sobrevive sem o computador, a TV, os amigos e a familia. Que tem o desejo de&amp;nbsp;visitar a Nova Inglaterra nos USA e rodar todinha de trem, conhecer a historia da chegada dos ingleses nos EUA conhecer a cultura do lugar do qual sonha ha quase 2 anos, em seguida ir para a Londres e tentar rodar em um pouco do Reino Unido e conhecer, ouvir o sotaque que acha tão engraçado e bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ser aquela garota de entre tantos saltos altos, prefere guarda-los para as festas e&amp;nbsp;gastar seus lindos AllStars &lt;strike&gt;emos&lt;/strike&gt; para todos os lugares que se possa pensar, que adora uma bandana na cabeça, como faixa para o dia e bandana para a noite (É muito confortavel), que prefere criar as propias capas de caderno doque usar uma igual a de todos, ou que prefere deixar os materias no armario da escola do que levar e trazer uma bateria de livros TODOS OS DIAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excevi isso no dia 13 de setembro de 2009 as 23:48, logo apos o termino do episodio pré-estreia de Glee, e olhou para os lados, para a tela do pc, para a cama, para cadeira de balanço vermelha que tem no quarto, olhei para uns lapis e canetas que eu e minhas amigas fizemos para uma feira&amp;nbsp;da escola, entre alguns lapis espelhados, outros com glitter, outros com lantejoulas, ate mesmo com fitilhos, percebi que sou alguem que segue os padroes de uma garota normal como: babar por um sapato numa loja chique do shopping, ou baixar musicas, abraça os bichinhos de pelucia, ou que adora uma tarde com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... eu babo por um "Converse" e não uma sapatilha ou salto alto, baixa além das musicas dos Jonas ou essas bandinhas&amp;nbsp;pop (Confesso adoro elas) baixo musicas de jazz, blues, rock entre outros, principalmente as antigas como dos anos 50, 60, 70, 80 (Meu celular é entupido delas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no final de tudo, eu penso: Quem sou eu? Uma patricinha, uma emo, uma nerd, uma desiquilibrada, ou algo, no final cheguei a conclusão de que &lt;strike&gt;"Eu sou eu, porque ninguem nessa vida pode ser eu" essa seria a resposta que qualquer garota daria mas eu digo que deve ter sim no mundo inteiro com mais de 3 bilhoes de pessoas, alguem igualzinho á mim, que goste das mesmas coisas e tals. &lt;/strike&gt;Ninguem é nignguem! Todo mundo tem coração, figado, 2 olhos e 32 dentes e tem lingua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-3354396506673215584?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/3354396506673215584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=3354396506673215584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3354396506673215584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/3354396506673215584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-penso-quem-eu-sou.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq20B_XKjuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E66JzuEyJ3U/s72-c/rpogkreop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7390865601220014263</id><published>2009-09-13T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:14:54.614-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Vencedor: Os 10 mais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq0i7ZmMTNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Y48OVZoMLE/s1600-h/Antiherois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq0i7ZmMTNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Y48OVZoMLE/s320/Antiherois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultados do post de "10 mais anti-herois, viloes e levados"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lugar, 0 votos - Blair e Chuck &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Dick e Muttley&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Zack &lt;br /&gt;2 lugar, 1 voto - Gordy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Sam&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Stewie&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Alex&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Roger&lt;br /&gt;1 lugar, 2 votos na enquete e mais 2 nos comentarios com um total de 4 - Bart Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7390865601220014263?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7390865601220014263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7390865601220014263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7390865601220014263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7390865601220014263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/vencedor-os-10-mais.html' title='Vencedor: Os 10 mais!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sq0i7ZmMTNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7Y48OVZoMLE/s72-c/Antiherois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7832154495390876977</id><published>2009-09-08T23:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:14:32.961-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Os 10 mais "Anti-Herois, Vilões, e Levados"</title><content type='html'>O sucesso dos posts &lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/06/os-10-maiores-ingenuos-da-tv-e-do.html"&gt;Os 10 mais ingenuos &lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-10-mais-inteligentes.html"&gt;Os 10 mais inteligentes &lt;/a&gt;me fez criar mais um... E ai vamos nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Gordy - O manual de sobrevivencia escolar do Ned - Darran Norris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcHMU1_K9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/FVikEh_PNTg/s1600-h/oijiok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcHMU1_K9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/FVikEh_PNTg/s320/oijiok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Esse personagem é um personagem comum do genero preguiçoso mas é um personagem que querendo ou nao é querido. As vezes sinto ate pena do zelador noturno : P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ja comentado nos 10 mais ingenuos o ator é quem dubla o Cosmo dos padrinhos magicos assim como &lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/07/respostas.html"&gt;O ganhador dos 10 mais ingenuos &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2 - Chuck Bass e Blair Waldorf - Gossip Girl - Ed Westwick e Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGARW0JpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s7oZh_tFNk0/s1600-h/jeiorfjero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGARW0JpI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s7oZh_tFNk0/s320/jeiorfjero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os dois além de fazer um lindo casal (Na verdade antes queria que a Blair ficasse com o Nate mas agora...) Fazem o mesmo tipo de personagem: Ricos, Bonitos, e tals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Para quem le frequentemente o site da capricho viu a seção de fotos dos dois para uma revista vestidos de goticos e no estilo Gossip Girl mesmo (So não coloquei o link aqui porque eu nao achei! Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3 - Sam - ICarly - Jannette McCurdy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGkq3UX1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/J2XdTU2nT8A/s1600-h/uhniuji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGkq3UX1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/J2XdTU2nT8A/s320/uhniuji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sinceramente AMO ICarly mas acho a Carly meio chatinha ADORO a Sam ainda mas com o Freddie (A mãe dele "torturando-o" tambem é uma piada) Mas ela em si é um personagem de estourar os miolos de tanto rir ainda mais naquele episodio que ela tem o primeiro emprego, ou o episodio em que ela quebra o armario do Biggy : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4 - Bart Simpson - Os Simpsons - Nancy Cartwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGPQ6gB5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/slo-Yb4Jh5w/s1600-h/jepofkewd.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGPQ6gB5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/slo-Yb4Jh5w/s320/jepofkewd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esse garoto é classico. Se voce passar na rua e ouvir o nome "Bart" mesmo que seja outro Bart a primeira coisa que se vai passar na cabeça é "Bart Simpson". Vamos nos lembrar daquele Bart Simpson que anda de Skate, é irmão da Lisa, filho do Homer, melhor amigo do Millhouse, o grande garotinho levado que todos amamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;5 - Alex Russo - Os Feiticeiros de Warvely Place - Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGJ6GeUzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qMJRXyMm35c/s1600-h/fiewjiodk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGJ6GeUzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qMJRXyMm35c/s320/fiewjiodk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A Alex seria o tipo de personagem que não pode passar um episodio sem aprontar algo, mesmo que a historia não seja dicerionada a ela, tem de ter algo envolvido nisso o que geralmente da em... Castigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6 - Stewie Griffin - Family Guy - Seth MacFarlane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFtc01hqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nUMOAjqanHI/s1600-h/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFtc01hqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nUMOAjqanHI/s320/26.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O Stewie é (No meu ponto de vista) o personagem mais original da TV. É um garoto malvado, de apenas um ano de idade, pensa como adulto, age como adulto, é visto pelos personagens mais ligados á ele (Nesse caso seria o Brian e o Chris) como adulto, mas na verdade tem os sentimentos e descisões de uma criança de um dois anos de idade. Tem a vontade de matar a mãe e dominar o mundo, o que consegue no&amp;nbsp;100 episodio do seriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;7 - Zack Martin - Zack e Cody: Gemeos a Bordo _ Gemeos em ação - Dylan Sprouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGVdTfP2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cGjDWI6hf1E/s1600-h/jfefokeo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGVdTfP2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cGjDWI6hf1E/s320/jfefokeo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quem ve Zack e Cody (seja em qualquer um dos dois seriados: Gemeos a bordo ou Gemeos em ação) Sabe o que o Zack tem... O jeito como tudo se incaixa na vida dos gemeos é fantastica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;8 - Dick Vigarista e Muttley - A Corrida Maluca - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFxHhwMAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xm_KIJQv_r8/s1600-h/ejfpoewsk.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFxHhwMAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xm_KIJQv_r8/s320/ejfpoewsk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dick Vigarista e Muttley, os protagonistas do desenho que fez sucesso na decada de 90 no Cartoon Network, apesar de nunca ter ganhado uma corrida (claro que as vezes ganhava mas sempre era desclassificado : P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;9 - Roger Smith - American Dad - Seth MacFarlane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGG6iLQ2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/TDydeUiyJwM/s1600-h/feiofk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcGG6iLQ2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/TDydeUiyJwM/s320/feiofk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O Roger é o melhor personagem de American Dad e tenho de dizer que até que ele faz um estilo "Family Guy" mas do que "American Dad". Roger foi um alienigena capturado pelo agente da CIA Stan Smith, e levado para casa conviver com sua familia, Tem um armario eletronico no qual cada personagem ja é montado, cada dia uma pessoa diferente com atos diferentes, legal, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFotDSBnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AEPCz3942sc/s1600-h/Roger+Faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcFotDSBnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AEPCz3942sc/s320/Roger+Faces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10 - Esse aqui vai ser escolhido por voces, deixem os comentarios sobre quem voces querem que entrem na competição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.s.: Comentemmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7832154495390876977?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7832154495390876977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7832154495390876977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7832154495390876977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7832154495390876977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-10-mais-anti-herois-viloes-e-levados.html' title='Os 10 mais &quot;Anti-Herois, Vilões, e Levados&quot;'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqcHMU1_K9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/FVikEh_PNTg/s72-c/oijiok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4969179982835143248</id><published>2009-09-07T23:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:14:11.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 2 - Tudo sobre Zolee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqXIO_VbnJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H-XKGGUhzzQ/s1600-h/kiepfd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqXIO_VbnJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H-XKGGUhzzQ/s320/kiepfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entrando no luxuoso salão da companhia, Sam e Matt se sentam no sofá em frente a TV onde passava alguns programas do canal, e foi quando Matt pergunta á Sam&lt;br /&gt;- Sam, você vai á premiação de hoje a noite? – Pergunta ele sobre o concurso no qual os dois e Zolee estavam concorrendo (Zolee á melhor protagonista em filme, Ele á melhor ator coadjuvante em serie e Sam á melhor atriz coadjuvante em serie e melhor musica para seriado)&lt;br /&gt;- Vou, mas na verdade vou para a casa da Zolee depois daqui já que termina mais cedo amanhã, e ela contratou uma pessoa para ajudar agente &lt;br /&gt;- Mas é claro! Com dinheiro tudo é possível – Disse Matt falando sobre a família de Zolee&lt;br /&gt;- Matt, o avô dela era ator, os pais são atores a irmã é uma cantora e ela mesma é atriz! De primeira linha ainda por cima! Todos eles! É o-b-v-i-o que eles recebem taxas ótimas! – Retruca Sam&lt;br /&gt;- Então você vai a casa dela ne? – Diz ele tentando fugir do discurso que Sam daria&lt;br /&gt;- É &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí os dois param em frente á TV e vêem um trailer do filme de Zolee&lt;br /&gt;- Viu – Mostra Sam á Matt os ótimos trabalhos que Zolee consegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida a mãe dele chega e eles entram no carro e ficam calados, no meio do caminho a mãe dele abre a boca &lt;br /&gt;- Vocês estão tão calados, o que houve?&lt;br /&gt;- Nada – respondeu o filho, sempre que eles tocavam no assunto “Zolee” eles ficavam calados, Matt nunca gostou muito dela, mas ela e Sam eram melhores amigas mesmo que Zolee tivesse uma mente maligna ela conseguia ter alguém, pois fazia sentindo já que as amigas de Sam ficaram chateadas quando saiu do Brasil, ela precisava de alguém para conversar de certas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando chegaram ao hotel onde o pai de Sam trabalhava e eles moravam que os meninos trocaram uma palavra: Tchau. Como prometido chegou ao hotel e foi falar com o pai.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, queria um quarto na suíte máster, senhorita? – falou o pai dela com sacarsmo&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, de preferência de graça&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha, vai para cima você tem aula amanha as 8 tem de acordar as 6 e já são 8 e meia da noite, daqui a uma hora saio do expediente, amanha levo você para casa da Zolee ok?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok! – Disse ela indo em direção ao elevador naquela grande multidão do hotel cheio e famoso. Chegando à suíte (ela dormia no quarto e o pai dela dorme na sala) entra na sala vai para o quarto, troca de roupa e senta na cama com o violão na mão, ela tinha habilidades vocais mas não era reconhecida por isso, ela pensa em cantar Lucky do Jason Mraz com a Colbie Caillat mas caí em completo sono logo em seguida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, já no estúdio esperando Matt na frente do prédio ela o vê correndo com a bicicleta ao seu lado de repente ela sobe e grita &lt;br /&gt;- Ei me espera! Ainda são 3 da tarde!&lt;br /&gt;- E quem disse que to com pressa? É você que vai para casa daquela louca – Responde ele, o humor tinha mudado&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha! – Retruca ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar pelos trailers eles vão (dessa vez andando) ate o salão principal onde mais uma vez esperaram os pais, o dela chegou primeiro, e ele a levou para a casa de Zolee com uma grande mala que trouxe do estúdio. Entrando na casa de estilo veraneio grande dos pais de Zolee uma empregada latina abre a porta sabendo falar o português pergunta para a garota&lt;br /&gt;- Veio falar com a Zolee?&lt;br /&gt;- Na verdade vim me preparar para o concurso com ela, diz que precisa de alguém para conversar – diz fazendo uma careta com os olhos&lt;br /&gt;- Entendo você, ela esta la em cima irritada que você ainda não chegou&lt;br /&gt;- Serio? Acabei de sair do estúdio! Eu só podia sair hoje as 3 e são 3 e 45! – Reclama do abuso da amiga&lt;br /&gt;- Vai saber? Suba logo não quero ouvir mais uma vez as vozes do filme bonequinha de luxo!&lt;br /&gt;- É pra já! – Sam fala enquanto sobe a grande escadaria e ao chegar ao quarto tem uma surpresa meio que... Incomum! Zolee esta sentada de cabeça para baixo vendo um dos episódios do seu seriado.&lt;br /&gt;- Desde quando você deixa de se ver nos seus filmes em Blu-ray ou Bonequinha de Luxo para ver o meu seriado?&lt;br /&gt;- Oi! Você quebrou o trato – Disse a garota fazendo biquinho – Você disse que iria chegar cedo!&lt;br /&gt;- Não, eu disse que iria chegar assim que desse para sair do estúdio! Ou seja, as 4 e são 3 e 50!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei a menina já ta ai, o seu kit daqui de casa já ta no banheiro, vá se vestindo que eu vou telefonar para ela vir aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nunca andou com Zolee por conta das roupas ou por que quando iria tomar banho, ir para a piscina, fazer as unhas, os pés, o cabelo ou ...acordar! tinha de se obrigatório usar o roupão o que era legal, na verdade foi Zolee que quis manter contato com ela depois do filme que fizeram juntas. Sam vestiu o ropão e saiu do quarto e se sentou no sofá, Zolee e menina já estavam entrando no quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do segundo capitulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4969179982835143248?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4969179982835143248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4969179982835143248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4969179982835143248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4969179982835143248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/entrando-no-luxuoso-salao-da-companhia.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 2 - Tudo sobre Zolee'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqXIO_VbnJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H-XKGGUhzzQ/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1681906931420326315</id><published>2009-09-06T18:44:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:59:49.426-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases Aleatorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Frases Aleatorias</title><content type='html'>1 - Tô sem nada pra fazer!! Passo os meus dias e horas no twitter msn escutando musica e lendo Gossip Girl isso quando não tem nada para ver na Tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 - Quando o pessoal vai aprender que o nome da cantora é "Beyoncé" e nao "Beounce" "Byonce" "Biounce" Beioncie", argh! isso da uma raiva! Não acho nada dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 - O que voces acharam da historia "Cordas de Violão"? O piloto pode ate estar chato mas a historia apartir daqui fica mt show!! Ja escrevi ate o 5 capitulo ta mt legal, muita coisa ainda vai rolar! To preocupada que vcs nao tenham gostado pois so teve 1 comentario!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é curta, quebre regras, perdoe rapidamente, beije lentamente, ame de verdade, ria descontrolavelmente, e nunca pare de sorrir, por mais estranho que seja o motivo. E lembre-se que não há prazer sem riscos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1681906931420326315?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1681906931420326315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1681906931420326315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1681906931420326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1681906931420326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-aleatorias.html' title='Frases Aleatorias'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8349886310585522853</id><published>2009-09-03T21:25:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:13:12.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordas de Violão'/><title type='text'>Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 1 - Eu te amo</title><content type='html'>Gente vou começar a escrever uma historia que tenho pensado muito desde a quarta passada e que naum sai da minha cabeça desde então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377408983952224514" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqBk-ux3cQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TMBW-LOI_b8/s320/kiepfd.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E Corta!... – Grita Jake o diretor do seriado – Venha aqui Sam! -Era uma ordem para a coadjuvante de apenas 15 anos do seriado – Você estava ótima, continue assim!&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigada – respondeu a garota olhando para as rugas que já existiam no rosto de Jake&lt;br /&gt;- É só isso por hoje pessoal! – Grita ele depois do dia exaustivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam logo pegou a sua nescessaire na sua cadeira do estúdio com seu nome e foi para fora do prédio esperar por Matt seu melhor amigo. La estava ela c a bicicleta na mão no corredor comprido e entreaberto do prédio 5, esperando pelo “amado” melhor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, maluca – Grita ele com um tom amoroso, sem parar a bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;- Volta aqui fujão – Replica Sam com um tom mais animado do que o de Matt, ele já estava bem na frente dela até que ele diminui a velocidade&lt;br /&gt;- Jay – Grita Matt para o assistente do diretor, muito amigos dos garotos – Me passa uma garrafa ai – apontando para o carrinho com garrafas d’agua que ele levava, logo depois ele joga uma garrafa para Matt – Valeu! – Agradece Matt&lt;br /&gt;- De nada! – Retruca Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam consegue alcançar o garoto enquanto isso e grita – Bobeou dançou! – E sai avoada para fora do grande corredor mas 15 segundos depois ele a alcança&lt;br /&gt;- Voce não é assim tão rápida&lt;br /&gt;- É, mas um dia te alcanço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam olhava incontrolavelmente para as lindas mechas do cabelo de Matt “Ele parece um Deus que caiu do céu, e precisava da minha ajuda” pensava ela, mas a paixão de Sam por Matt começou no dia em que ela estava fazendo o teste do seu seriado (que no momento já estava na segunda temporada) e por ser o primeiro trabalho dela a companhia disse que se ela quissese poderia participar de um episodio de um seriado e ela topou e foi mandada para o seriado de Matt onde foi o par romântico do personagem por 2 episodios e no ultimo teve de beija-lo, foi o único beijo que a garota já tinha dado em sua vida toda, mas já sentia que seria o melhor de todos os futuros beijos. Foi quando eles chegam no trailers, o dela é o 17 e o dele é o 24 então ele deixou ela na porta e seguiu em frente para o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar no trailer Sam se deitou no sofá ainda com a roupa do estúdio e pensou no amigo varias e varias vezes, ele era tão lindo charmoso e parecia tão “amigo” esse era o problema ele era o “amigo” não o “namorado” ou o “rolo”, e pensou na quantidade de “rolos” que Zolee sua amiga que também era atriz tinha. Em seguida pegou o vestido rosa e a meia ¾ verde limão com qual tinha chegado no estúdio e trocou a roupa do figurino da personagem, pegou sua bolsa e saiu do trailer e se sentou no primeiro degrau da escada e ligou para seu pai&lt;br /&gt;- Hotel Control Regency Los Angeles, Bom dia! – Disse ele já que estava trabalhando&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, pai!&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, Sammy como você ta?&lt;br /&gt;- To bem pai, pelo visto você não vai poder vir hoje, ne?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, um dos funcionários da recepção faltou hoje e vou ter de substituir ele – O pai de Sam era um dos recepcionistas esponjados do HCR LA ou seja ele tinha de trabalhar o horário que fosse&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, vou pedir para o Matt me dar uma carona ate ai&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem, vem falar comigo quando chegar, beijos!&lt;br /&gt;- Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo em seguida Matt chega á pé ao trailer de Sam já que as bicicletas sempre ficavam no estúdio e nenhum dos dois tinham idade suficiente para ter um carro de estudio próprio.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi bobão – Implicou ela&lt;br /&gt;- Vamo? Temos um longo caminho para andar ate a recepção do estúdio!&lt;br /&gt;- Posso ir com você?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro sempre estou de braços abertos para você! – Obviamente ela se sentiu protegida naquela frase aconchegante&lt;br /&gt;- Valeu!&lt;br /&gt;Logo em seguida eles vêem Jay com um daqules carrinhos que os dois sonhavam e Matt logo gritou&lt;br /&gt;- Vamo subir Jay! – e os dois “pombinhos” subirão nos dois bancos de trás começarão a conversar&lt;br /&gt;- E, ai? Saudade de casa? – Perguntou para ela se sentia saudade do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho, sempre penso na minha mãe e nos gêmeos que ficarão La em São Luis – Lamentou – Sinto falta deles!&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, não fica triste, você tem um amigo maravilhoso – maravilhoso ate demais – To aqui!&lt;br /&gt;- Valeu! – E assim permanecerão abraçados em um momento mágico (pelo menos para ela) ate a chegada do carrinho de Jay na recepção&lt;br /&gt;- Chegamos garotos – Disse ele vendo os dois pulando do carrinho e correndo para o salão redondo e todo feito de vidro exatamente do lado da entrada do estúdio onde irião esperar a mãe dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim do primeiro capitulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-8349886310585522853?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8349886310585522853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8349886310585522853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8349886310585522853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8349886310585522853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/cordas-de-violao-capitulo-1.html' title='Cordas de Violão - Capitulo 1 - Eu te amo'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SqBk-ux3cQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TMBW-LOI_b8/s72-c/kiepfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1318210202536984427</id><published>2009-09-02T21:07:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:12:47.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PureZone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Blogs'/><title type='text'>Quer ver o Emmy Awards?</title><content type='html'>Gente ja descobri onde vai passar o Emmy na Tv brasileira, mas o post sobre isso esta no meu novo blog e &lt;a href="http://allabout-ppa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clique aqui para conferir.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom o nosso novo blog é sobre humm... Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem faz o blog sou eu a Pi do &lt;a href="http://vivopensandoque.blogspot.com/"&gt;Penso que &lt;/a&gt;e a Andreia dos blogs &lt;a href="http://miss-britneyspears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eu não ligo que você não saiba que eu existo ♥ &lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://dea--raikkonen.blogspot.com/"&gt;# Nem todo o azul do mar, nem a luz do luar tem o infinito que tem seu olhar. Kimi ♥. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma escreve sobre algo tipo eu escrevo sobre filmes e seriados a deia fala sobre esportes e celebridades e a pi escreve sobre moda e sentimentos do coração. Vai resistir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa - Eu,&lt;a href="http://blogdaliaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt; a Lia,&lt;/a&gt; a Pi,&lt;a href="http://nanadp.blogspot.com/"&gt; a Nana&lt;/a&gt; e o&lt;a href="http://imaginemso.blogspot.com/"&gt; Thiago&lt;/a&gt; estamos participando de um concurso e prescisamos da ajuda de vcs p conseguir atingir o objetivo mas quando tudo ficar pronto agente vai avisar vcs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1318210202536984427?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1318210202536984427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1318210202536984427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1318210202536984427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1318210202536984427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/09/quer-ver-o-emmy-awards.html' title='Quer ver o Emmy Awards?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4463919304764222532</id><published>2009-08-31T20:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:12:17.601-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About'/><title type='text'>Mais um blog!</title><content type='html'>Gente eu a pi do penso que e a andreia do "Eu naum ligo que voce naum saiba que eu existo", criamos um blog juntas o All About, entrem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://allabout-ppa.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4463919304764222532?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4463919304764222532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4463919304764222532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4463919304764222532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4463919304764222532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-um-blog.html' title='Mais um blog!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1748661596165152783</id><published>2009-08-29T05:08:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:05:15.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentando...</title><content type='html'>1 - Descobi que a Ashley Tisdale vai fazer um episodio de Family guy!!!!!! #legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciddisney.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashley-tisdale-em-family-guy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;http://ciddisney.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashley-tisdale-em-family-guy.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Essa coisa da Sasha que ta todo mundo comentando... Eu acho que se ela escreveu errado tudo bem, todos escrevemos mas é do tipo "tb" "naum" "aki" agora "sena" fica meio estranho, mas mesmo assim até aqui no blog tenho cuidado com os espaços, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com os espaços!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ainda falando de Family guy vejam esse video de Twilight da mùsica "Surfin' Bird" do seriado (Na verdade a mùsica naum é do seriado mas aparece em um episodio com destaque) ate fiz um post sobre essa musica vejam no link abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/05/bird-is-word_13.html"&gt;http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/05/bird-is-word_13.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para constar quem são os personagens...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward - Peter - eles são tão parecedos, né? #sarcasmo&lt;br /&gt;Chris - Eu naum consegui ver&lt;br /&gt;Meg - Rosalie&lt;br /&gt;Criança assustada - Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Mulher do banheiro - Alice&lt;br /&gt;Emmet - Stewie&lt;br /&gt;Atendente do restaurante - Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Lois - Bella&lt;br /&gt;Brian - James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam aqui a versão do Family guy (Tem mais graça ver esse primeiro que ai vc entende o do Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WNrx2jq184&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WNrx2jq184&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QTOT9LT-gQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QTOT9LT-gQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Alguem ai sabe como se coloca um link em uma palavra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Naum consigo mais esperar pelo EMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Me sigam no Twitter @paulakmf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1748661596165152783?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1748661596165152783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1748661596165152783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1748661596165152783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1748661596165152783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/comentando.html' title='Comentando...'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2367631979284305076</id><published>2009-08-26T03:45:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:10:57.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos'/><title type='text'>I should know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SpThYwZiqkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1eFgFFRFNm4/s1600-h/jdwkodl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374168070784985666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SpThYwZiqkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1eFgFFRFNm4/s320/jdwkodl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I should know you as you should know me, but i was just trying to do know you. You are so strange and so mysterious, any girl in this (big) world, wanted to see who are you inside. Like in a raining day, in your home, with a pillow under my head, and your hugs covering me in the cold. I miss those things that you done to me, that you done with me. I miss you! And it's all too confusing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu deveria saber como voce me conhecia, mas eu so queria saber mais de voce. Voce era tão estranho e misterioso, qualquer garota nesse (grande) mundo, queria ver voce como é por dentro. Como em um dia chuvoso, na sua casa, com um travesseiro embaixo da minha cabeça, e os seus abraços me envolvendo no frio. Eu sinto falta dessas coisas que voce fez em mim, que voce fez comigo. Eu sinto falta de voce! Isso ta tão confuso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;P.s.: O que vcs acharam do novo layout? Eu to sempre tentando inovar no layuot e quero saber se mudei p melhor, pior ou se poderia fazer algo mt melhor que isso! Comenteeeeeem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/span&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/3035191188542221974-2367631979284305076?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2367631979284305076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2367631979284305076&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2367631979284305076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2367631979284305076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-should-know.html' title='I should know!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SpThYwZiqkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1eFgFFRFNm4/s72-c/jdwkodl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5924865540108349956</id><published>2009-08-24T14:30:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:10:40.692-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Me+Me?</title><content type='html'>Eu sou alguem que praticamente pensa com o lado errado do cerebro, que estoura os miolos mais profundos numa conta de matematica. Que adora bandas que ninguem ouve, adora TV a ponto de saber todas as falas dos programas preferidos em ingles e portugues, agora esta tentando o espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca viu tanto Allstar no armario de alguem a naum ser o seu propio, ama Jonas Brothers e essas bandas, aprendeu recentemente a ter musica no computador e tb ama seriados dos anos 70 como "That '70s Show" e "Life on Mars" e animações como "Family guy" e "Os Simpsons". (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então aqui ta um pouco de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s.: Dá p ver que o post ta mt parecedo c o do Thiago (Imaginem só), mas ele deixou eu copiar pq eu tava totalmente sem inpiração e tals. VALEU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.p.s.: Aqui ta o selo que o Thiago me deu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373590055992050370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SpLTr3f6QsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jf-tA1raWWQ/s320/gfbrhfr.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Indique seis amigos blogueiros e esse seis amigos terão que repassar o meme!&lt;br /&gt;1-Pi&lt;br /&gt;2-Thiago&lt;br /&gt;3-Andrea&lt;br /&gt;4-Gih&lt;br /&gt;5-Tyago&lt;br /&gt;6-Isabella&lt;br /&gt;2- Escreva a "primeira impressão virtual" que você teve deles!&lt;br /&gt;1- Expert - Entende tudo de internet&lt;br /&gt;2- Engraçado&lt;br /&gt;3- Kimifan - Fã do Kimi Raikkonen&lt;br /&gt;4- Ja conheco!&lt;br /&gt;5- Sr. Comedia - hehe&lt;br /&gt;6- Musical&lt;br /&gt;3-Se tivesse que escolher um dos seis amigos para dar uma carta bomba, para quem daria?&lt;br /&gt;Pi... queria so ver hehe&lt;br /&gt;4-Qual a primeira coisa que você falaria se encontrasse com eles nesse momento?&lt;br /&gt;Pi - to c saudade&lt;br /&gt;Thiago - Tenho um vicio no seu blog!&lt;br /&gt;Andrea - Como vai seu amado?&lt;br /&gt;Gih - A vitoria sera &lt;em&gt;nossa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyago - Quantos carrinhos americanos vc quer p vender p os supermercados de atacado?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella - Quero seu cd!!&lt;br /&gt;Os seis indicados se quiserem podem ir repassando o meme!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5924865540108349956?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5924865540108349956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5924865540108349956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5924865540108349956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5924865540108349956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-sou-alguem-que-praticamente-pensa.html' title='Me+Me?'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SpLTr3f6QsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jf-tA1raWWQ/s72-c/gfbrhfr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1423462516155535360</id><published>2009-08-21T15:11:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:10:09.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482857446765922" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/So7ksbf9dWI/AAAAAAAAATw/dtWYFMUWYKg/s320/nfgorkdfn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei esse selo da Isabela do Bubble Wrap e finalmente SEM REGRAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei ganhar esse selo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vou indicar os blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: black;"&gt;Há uma estrela no céu&lt;br /&gt;++ Querido Blog Otarioo..&lt;br /&gt;Amo Seriados&lt;br /&gt;Isaah Marie C.&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Wrap&lt;br /&gt;Não se assuste&lt;br /&gt;Penso que...&lt;br /&gt;A stranger in Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Nosso-Cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;Tipo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Blog da Lia&lt;br /&gt;Potencial Critico&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem Só&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got a Friend&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Comedia&lt;br /&gt;Lia e Thiago&lt;br /&gt;Aline F. Vieira=*&lt;br /&gt;Interatividade.com&lt;br /&gt;O sonho do sonhador&lt;br /&gt;# Nem todo o azul do mar, nem a luz do luar tem o infinito que tem seu olhar. Kimi&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera um dia poder voar&lt;br /&gt;VIDINHA COMPLICADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses blogs tem na lista de blogs ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-1423462516155535360?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/1423462516155535360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=1423462516155535360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1423462516155535360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/1423462516155535360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/ganhei-esse-selo-da-isabela-do-bubble.html' title='Selo!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/So7ksbf9dWI/AAAAAAAAATw/dtWYFMUWYKg/s72-c/nfgorkdfn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4315686075860796984</id><published>2009-08-21T00:02:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:09:52.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>O selo meme*</title><content type='html'>Esse selo é um selo chamado meme e como sempre tem regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372248833099651746" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/So4P2a3pWqI/AAAAAAAAATg/8Jro5TR33nU/s320/Meme.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 211px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Responder as questões do meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nome: Paula&lt;br /&gt;2. Idade: 13&lt;br /&gt;3. Musica preferida: Naum sei mas eu vou colocar Much Better&lt;br /&gt;4. Um (a) cantora: Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;5. Uma banda: Jonas Brothers, tb to ouvindo mt Schracho&lt;br /&gt;6. Um seriado: Family guy e Bones&lt;br /&gt;7. Um (a) atriz : Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;8. Um filme: Um hotel bom pra cachorro :P&lt;br /&gt;9. Se fosse uma caneta da Disney como seria? : de leopardo (eu tenho uma!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Uma premiação: Emmy&lt;br /&gt;11. Há quanto tempo escreve nesse blog?: desde Maio desse ano&lt;br /&gt;12. Bebida: Suco de Laranja&lt;br /&gt;13. Sabor de Pizza: Portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;14. TV, computador ou IPod? Duvida!&lt;br /&gt;15. Que horas voce vai e volta da escola - trabalho? Saio de casa as 7:15 e chego por volta de 13:15&lt;br /&gt;16. Um livro: Anjos e demonios, ainda nem terminei mas é mt BOM&lt;br /&gt;17. Um autor: Dan Brown e Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;18. Vida real ou animação (p ver na TV)? Sei la curto os dois (como da p ver nos serisdos que bones é real e Family Guy é animação)&lt;br /&gt;19. Onibus ou Metrô?: Prefiro metro mas aqui na minha cidade naum tem pq é tudo AGUA então vou colocar onibus&lt;br /&gt;20. Comida: To viciada em esfiha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Para quem vc quer passar o selo meme*? &lt;br /&gt;P todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Avise para três pessoas que voce recebeu um selo meme* e quer compartilha-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Sobre o ultimo post do Emmy 2009 algumas pessoas me perguntaram quando iria ser e aonde iria passar, segundo minhas pesquisas (ja pesquiso isso desde o inicio do ano) o Emmy 2009 acontecera no dia 20 de setembro de 2009 em Los Angeles nos USA e ira passar em rede nacional pelo canal CBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelismente nos aqui no Brasil não temos esse canal para nos avantajar de ver o Emmy, a Globo sempre passa o Oscar mas nunca vi o Emmy (a nao ser se for de madrugada), mas se naum passar na Globo ou em qualquer um desses outros canais talvez passe em canais da TV a cabo (Como o Teen Choice Awards que nos USA foi transmitido pela FOX mas aqui no Brasil foi em uum canal que eu naum sei o nome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se naum chegar a passar na TV talvez algum bom mecanismo da Internet nos ajude a ver os resutados em tempo real, se eu conseguir alguma informação sobre indicados, datas e transmissões eu vou avisar aqui no blog (diariamente leio sites sobre o Emmy pq eu naum aquento mais esperar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4315686075860796984?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4315686075860796984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4315686075860796984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4315686075860796984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4315686075860796984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-selo-meme.html' title='O selo meme*'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/So4P2a3pWqI/AAAAAAAAATg/8Jro5TR33nU/s72-c/Meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-772267783659015473</id><published>2009-08-19T17:50:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:02:37.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><title type='text'>Emmy 2009</title><content type='html'>Quem visita o blog ou me conhece pessoalmente consegue saber que eu A-M-O tv e assisto tudo quanto é tipo de seriado e a melhor premiação da tv ta chegando. Dia 20 de setembro vai acontecer o Emmy 2009 e eu quero colocar os indicados aqui e contar algumas curiosidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Melhor Série Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amor Imenso&lt;br /&gt;2. Breaking Bad&lt;br /&gt;3. Damages&lt;br /&gt;4. Dexter&lt;br /&gt;5. Dr. House - ja li um livro sobre esse seriado.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lost&lt;br /&gt;7. Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Melhor Série Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Entourage&lt;br /&gt;2. Family Guy - Essa é uma grande indicação porque a unica animação que ja foi indicada ao emmy de melhor comedia foram os Flinstones mas perderam, ou seja se eles ganharem eles baterão recorde!&lt;br /&gt;3. Flight of the Conchords&lt;br /&gt;4. How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;5. The Office&lt;br /&gt;6. 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;7. Weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Melhor Reality de Competição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Dancing With the Stars&lt;br /&gt;4. Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;5. Top Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Programa de Variedades, Música ou Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Colbert Report&lt;br /&gt;2. The Daily Show With Jon Stewart&lt;br /&gt;3. Late Show With David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;4. Real Time With Bill Maher&lt;br /&gt;5. Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Melhor Ator em Série Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jim Parsons como Sheldon Cooper, Big Bang Theory - Mt engraçado&lt;br /&gt;2. Jemaine Clement como Jemaine, Flight Of The Conchords&lt;br /&gt;3. Tony Shalhoub como Adrian Monk, Monk&lt;br /&gt;4. Steve Carell como Michael Scott, The Office&lt;br /&gt;5. Alec Baldwin como Jack Donaghy, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;6. Charlie Sheen como Charlie Harper, Dois Homens e Meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Melhor Ator em Série &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bryan Cranston como Walter White, Breaking Bad&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael C. Hall como Dexter Morgan, Dexter&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugh Laurie como Dr. Gregory House, Dr. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Gabriel Byrne como Paul, Em Terapia&lt;br /&gt;5. Jon Hamm como Don Draper, Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;6. Simon Baker como Patrick Jane, The Mentalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Melhor Atriz em Série Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Julia Louis-Dreyfus como Christine, As Novas Aventuras de Christine&lt;br /&gt;2. Christina Applegate como Samantha Newly, Samantha Who?&lt;br /&gt;3. Sarah Silverman como Sarah Silverman, The Sarah Silverman Program&lt;br /&gt;4. Tina Fey como Liz Lemon, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;5. Toni Collette como Tara Gregson, United States Of Tara&lt;br /&gt;6. Mary-Louise Parker como Nancy Botwin, Weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Melhor Atriz em Série&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Field como Nora Walker, Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;2. Kyra Sedgwick como Brenda Leigh Johnson, Divisão Criminal&lt;br /&gt;3. Glenn Close como Patty Hewes, Damages&lt;br /&gt;4. Mariska Hargitay como Olivia Benson, Lei e Ordem: SVU&lt;br /&gt;5. Elisabeth Moss como Peggy Olson, Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;6. Holly Hunter como Grace Hanadarko, Saving Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Melhor Ator Coadjuvante em Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kevin Dillon como Johnny Drama, Entourage&lt;br /&gt;2. Neil Patrick Harris como Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;3. Rainn Wilson como Dwight Schrute, The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. Tracy Morgan como Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;5. Jack McBrayer como Kenneth Parcell, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;6. Jon Cryer como Alan Harper, Two and a half man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Melhor Ator Coadjuvante em Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. William Shatner como Denny Crane, Justiça sem Limites&lt;br /&gt;2. Christian Clemenson como Jerry Espenson, Justiça sem Limites&lt;br /&gt;3. Aaron Paul como Jesse Pinkman, Breaking Bad&lt;br /&gt;4. William Hurt como Daniel Purcell, Damages&lt;br /&gt;5. Michael Emerson como Ben Linus, Lost&lt;br /&gt;6. John Slattery como Roger Sterling, Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Melhor Atriz Coadjuvante em Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kristin Chenoweth como Olive Snook, Um Toque de Vida&lt;br /&gt;2. Amy Poehler Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;3. Kristin Wiig Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;4. Jane Krakowski como Jenna Maroney, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;5. Vanessa Williams como Wilhelmina Slater, Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;6. Elizabeth Perkins como Celia Hodes, Weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Melhor Atriz Coadjuvante em Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rose Byrne como Ellen Parsons, Damages&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandra Oh como Dr. Christina Yang, Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. Chandra Wilson como Dr. Miranda Bailey, Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4. Dianne Wiest como Gina, Em Terapia&lt;br /&gt;5. Hope Davis como Mia, Em Terapia&lt;br /&gt;6. Cherry Jones como Presidente Allison Taylor, 24 Horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - Melhor Ator Convidado em Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beau Bridges como Eli Boggs, Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. Justin Timberlake Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;3. Steve Martin como Gavin Volure, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;4. Jon Hamm como Dr. Drew Baird, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;5. Alan Alda como Milton Greene, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - Melhor Ator Convidado em Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Edward Asner como Abraham Klein, CSI: NY&lt;br /&gt;2. Ted Danson como Arthur Frobisher, Damages&lt;br /&gt;3. Jimmy Smits como Miguel Prado, Dexter&lt;br /&gt;4. Ernest Borgnine como Paul Manning, Plantão Médico&lt;br /&gt;5. Michael J. Fox como Dwight, (Rescue Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Melhor Atriz Convidada em Comédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christine Baranski como Beverly Hofstadter, Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;2. Gena Rowlands como Marge, Monk&lt;br /&gt;3. Betty White como Crazy Witch Lady, My Name Is Earl&lt;br /&gt;4. Tina Fey como Sarah Palin Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;5. Jennifer Aniston como Claire, 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;6. Elaine Stritch como Colleen Donaghy,30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - Melhor Atriz Convidada em Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sharon Lawrence como Robbie Stevens, Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. Ellen Burstyn como Bernadette Stabler, Lei e Ordem: SVU&lt;br /&gt;3. Brenda Blethyn como Linnie Malcolm/Caroline Cantwell, Lei e Ordem: SVU&lt;br /&gt;4. Carol Burnett como Bridget “Birdie” Sulloway, Lei e Ordem: SVUCCH Pounder como Mrs. Curtin, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-772267783659015473?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/772267783659015473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=772267783659015473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/772267783659015473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/772267783659015473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/emmy-2009.html' title='Emmy 2009'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-6462614546050040381</id><published>2009-08-18T15:29:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:09:18.458-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Videos legais do YouTube</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho entrado no YouTube mt ultimamente e achei uns videos bem legais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse primeiro é um guia basico de como sobriviver se ver um zumbi - LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMwfXTwaf_E&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMwfXTwaf_E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja esse foi feito pelos atores Jake T. Austin dos Feiticeiros de Waverly Place e Moises Arias de Hannah Montana e o irmão dele - Fingir uma ligação de sua mãe para bater foto de seus artistas preferidos pode lhe custar a camera - hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaR7WRO2y6g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaR7WRO2y6g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parodia - mt engraçada - de twilight - mt SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nv4SCfEuYqg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nv4SCfEuYqg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tree Friends - #prescisofalarmais ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vDskuoK7LI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vDskuoK7LI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como - a verdadeira - reprodução humana acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvpbzRf99-8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvpbzRf99-8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-6462614546050040381?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/6462614546050040381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=6462614546050040381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6462614546050040381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/6462614546050040381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/videos-legais-do-youtube.html' title='Videos legais do YouTube'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7622741907731750470</id><published>2009-08-17T14:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:08:54.648-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Motivos, Mentiras e Escapatorias</title><content type='html'>Os seus motivos naum convencem ninguem...&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas mentiras esfarrapadas ninguém acredita...&lt;br /&gt;E as suas escapatorias (Entre mim e vc) são velhas demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos disseram que haveriam motivos...&lt;br /&gt;Para todas as mentiras que fossem contadas...&lt;br /&gt;Com o acompanhamento não de batata frita, mas de escapatorias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os motivos eu acreditei...&lt;br /&gt;As mentiras eu engoli...&lt;br /&gt;E as escapatorias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhei nos motivos...&lt;br /&gt;Afundei nas mentiras...&lt;br /&gt;E me afoguei nas escapatorias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bater nos motivos...&lt;br /&gt;Esmurrar as mentiras...&lt;br /&gt;E socar as escapatorias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Não vão adiantar NADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Porque quem me tirou de la naum foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nem as motivos...&lt;br /&gt;...Nem as mentiras...&lt;br /&gt;...Nem as escapatorias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Foi a RAZÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente tem algumas coisas de que quero dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - O video do blogger naum ta carregando, isso ta acontecendo com vcs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Quero dizer tb que meu twitter é @paulakmf p quem quiser me seguir e deixem os seus tb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7622741907731750470?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7622741907731750470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7622741907731750470&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7622741907731750470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7622741907731750470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivos-mentiras-e-escapatorias.html' title='Motivos, Mentiras e Escapatorias'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2526786914564919474</id><published>2009-08-15T23:27:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:08:36.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selos e USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodytf6bz_I/AAAAAAAAATA/MmiRQSEptq0/s1600-h/BF9UDRO"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370387206648877042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodytf6bz_I/AAAAAAAAATA/MmiRQSEptq0/s320/BF9UDRO" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 205px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Indicar o blog que lhe deu o selo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Interatividade.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Imaginem so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Citar 3 coisas que vc gosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ficar com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;2. Ver TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Escutar música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Avisar os escolhidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370387314814547698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodyzy3I9vI/AAAAAAAAATI/91DzyfitqPw/s320/jiejfoew" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 155px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 152px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Avisar quem passou o selo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Interatividade.com vlw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - As 4 coisas mais legais que vc pretende fazer na vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ir a Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Comprar as temporadas dos meus seriados favoritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Conhecer as minhas celebridades favoritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Comprar mais um bichinho de pelucia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Indicar aos premiados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora os Blogs p quem indico os dois selos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Imaginem so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Penso que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Interatividade.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Amo seriados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Garota Imperfeita*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - O sonho do sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui as fotos tão prometidas da viagem aos estados unidos!- Vou numerar p q vcs possam comentar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Que nem no filme hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370383798445061122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SodvnHXUtAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fBzXC6vuhig/s320/012+(2).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Rock and Roll !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370385175531021890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodw3RaM5kI/AAAAAAAAAS4/FIDtMswxakE/s320/011+(2).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Epcot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370384066617754562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodv2uYrQ8I/AAAAAAAAASg/tqdnUpJiVLA/s320/031+(2).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Hollywood Studios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370383915496878962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodvt7aps3I/AAAAAAAAASY/faI2qJkzmnE/s320/015+(2).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Hotel do terror - 45 minutos de espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370384960768853538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SodwqxW6RiI/AAAAAAAAASw/LXdKSo02IpU/s320/010+(2).JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Mickey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370384329835039810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SodwGC8kTEI/AAAAAAAAASo/2NaVGnHBTSI/s320/080.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3035191188542221974-2526786914564919474?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2526786914564919474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2526786914564919474&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2526786914564919474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2526786914564919474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/selos-e-usa.html' title='Selos e USA'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sodytf6bz_I/AAAAAAAAATA/MmiRQSEptq0/s72-c/BF9UDRO' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-8973031739710411040</id><published>2009-08-12T20:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:08:17.180-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Resultados, 10 inteligentes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369230893603263490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoNXDOJGlAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GkLQaC8J6Dc/s320/Inteligentes.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 358px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Resultado do post de 10 mais inteligentes!&lt;br /&gt;5 lugar - Freddie - ICarly - Nathan Kress&lt;br /&gt;4 lugar - Queen Pensky - Zoey 101 - Erin Sanders&lt;br /&gt;3 lugar - Megan Parker - Drake e Josh - Miranda Cosgrove &lt;br /&gt;Stewie e Brian Griffin - Family guy - Seth MacFarlane&lt;br /&gt;2 lugar - Lisa Simpson - Os Simpsons - Yeardley Smith&lt;br /&gt;Dra. Brennan ou Bones - Bones - Emily Deschanel&lt;br /&gt;1 lugar - Blair Waldorf - Gossip Girl - Leighton Messter&lt;br /&gt;Justin Russo - Os Feiticeiros de Warvely place - David Henrie&lt;br /&gt;E o lugar de escolha naum teve respostas...&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-8973031739710411040?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/8973031739710411040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=8973031739710411040&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8973031739710411040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/8973031739710411040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/resultados-10-inteligentes.html' title='Resultados, 10 inteligentes!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoNXDOJGlAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GkLQaC8J6Dc/s72-c/Inteligentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5647675103988412205</id><published>2009-08-11T20:24:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:07:59.001-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIAMzKuzwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jqZpe4eRNrk/s1600-h/jwfjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368853925672701698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIAMzKuzwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jqZpe4eRNrk/s320/jwfjs.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 175px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selo 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem deu: Pi - Penso que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma musica: Gotta find you - Joe Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um filme: (Pi, desculpa tar te imitando) ABC do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um livro: O diario da princesa 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selo 2&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIBuTmyOVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NsQIt4_zLCg/s1600-h/fheiofjei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368855600827611474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIBuTmyOVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NsQIt4_zLCg/s320/fheiofjei.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 187px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 187px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga oito carateristicas suas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Blogueira&lt;br /&gt;3 - Desastrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Romantica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Centrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Fiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Artista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - Atrapalhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoICIbYXEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g_X0hQ_dtnY/s1600-h/jenkodfje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368856049591193666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoICIbYXEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g_X0hQ_dtnY/s320/jenkodfje.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 179px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 177px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selo 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De quem recebi: Pi - Penso que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selo 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colocar no Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informar aos premiados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizer 5 coisas q vc ame na vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Familia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Amigos&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIILfWDu4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCVx85bdrd8/s1600-h/fiejfdoekj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368862699264654210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIILfWDu4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCVx85bdrd8/s320/fiejfdoekj.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 blogs p quem indico os selos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Penso que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Imaginem so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Sr. Comedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Sonho do sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Garota imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Bibble wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Blog da Lia&lt;br /&gt;8 - Interatividade.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 - Tipo assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 - # Nem todo o azul do mar, nem a luz do luar tem o infinito que tem seu olhar. Kimi ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoICIbYXEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g_X0hQ_dtnY/s1600-h/jenkodfje.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-5647675103988412205?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5647675103988412205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5647675103988412205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5647675103988412205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5647675103988412205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/selos.html' title='Selos'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SoIAMzKuzwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jqZpe4eRNrk/s72-c/jwfjs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-2131053609080975575</id><published>2009-08-10T22:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:07:38.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Meme*</title><content type='html'>1- Nome : &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Paula Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Idade : &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Melhor amigo : &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Varios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Cor: &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;Laranja :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Música : &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Fly with me - Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-O que está vestido neste momento? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Uma blusa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;rosa e um short verde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;(Linda combinação, hein?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Crepúsculo ou Harry Potter? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Crepusculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Quanto você calça? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-O que mais gosta em você? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-O que mais odeia em você? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;As espinhas (To c mais agora pq voltei de um mes inteiro de mc americano, hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-Terror, romance ou comédia? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Comedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-O que você tem na parede do seu quarto? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Por enquanto so um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;cabideiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-Que livro você está lendo? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Anjos e Demonios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-Um lugar especial?&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt; Brasilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-De quem sente saudades? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Dos meus primos, tios que moram em outras cidades (Quem me dera um dia poder voar - visitem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-O que você está escutando? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-Comida e bebida preferida : &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Comida _ Feijão c arroz (o mais caseiro:D) Bebida_Guarana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-Beijo ou abraço? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-Gosta de pão com o que? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Manteiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-Você tem irmãos? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- Quantas horas você vai dormir? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Em dia de aula as 11hs mas nas ferias é ate umas 4hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-Quantas horas você acorda? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Em dia de aula 6:30 mas nas ferias 12:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- Você tem algum apelido?Pq esse apelido? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Pipila, meu pai chama assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-Twitter, MSN, Orkut ou Blog? &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-Se fosse um super herói ... qual seria?! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mulher elastica (Os incriveis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26- Novela ou programa ou série preferida? &lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;Family guy e Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 - Quantas vezes você deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;OQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-Pra quem que vai passar o meme? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;P qualquer um q quiser tb :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- Um bicho de estimação? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Cachorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- Me faça uma pergunta: &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Por que criou o meme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-Quanto tempo gastou pra responder tudo? &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;uns 10 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Por favor naum deixem de votar e comentar os 10 mais inteligentes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-2131053609080975575?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/2131053609080975575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=2131053609080975575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2131053609080975575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/2131053609080975575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/meme.html' title='Meme*'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-7674483486408789283</id><published>2009-08-09T02:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:07:06.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sn5cLSjpUMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vCXFbOZ24DQ/s1600-h/jiodjcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367829154901872834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sn5cLSjpUMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vCXFbOZ24DQ/s320/jiodjcs.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;...mudou minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;...me ensinou a andar de bicicleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;...deu uma advertencia quando prescisava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;...esteve do meu lado qnd prescisava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;...estava comigo em todos os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;...me ajuda nas dificuldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;...é o meu PAI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Feliz dia dos pais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033;"&gt;Por favor comentem o post de 10 mais inteligentes e naum deixem de votar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-7674483486408789283?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/7674483486408789283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=7674483486408789283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7674483486408789283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/7674483486408789283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce.html' title='Você...'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/Sn5cLSjpUMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vCXFbOZ24DQ/s72-c/jiodjcs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-5400738749619931399</id><published>2009-08-05T23:44:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:06:42.499-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os 10 Mais...'/><title type='text'>Os 10 mais inteligentes!</title><content type='html'>O post de 10 personagens mais ingenuos foi mt legal - Pelo menos p mim - E acho q deveria voltar com os 10 mais inteligentes então n 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Blair Waldorf - Gossip Girl - Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpFspLt1NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KKbB2QXGtXU/s1600-h/Blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366678539236922578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpFspLt1NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KKbB2QXGtXU/s320/Blair.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blair é a minha personagem preferida de Gossip Girl, é a garota mais popular da escola, a melhor amiga, a vilã - é o q dizem -, a namorada, a estilosa e inteligente.Blair é inteligente além de concorrer a uma das vagas para entrar em Yale, sempre tira A - exeto uma vez qnd tirou B - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro ela aquelas roupas, o estilo, é tudinho mt show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Freddie - ICarly - Nathan Kress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366679512701901714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpGlTn2m5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/TviV_ASV9IM/s320/Freddie.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 211px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O freddie no seriado é considerado como um nerd de 1 classe mas acho ele tão legal, é o meun personagem preferido depois da Sam (Quem naum gosta da Sam?), sim eu comprei o cd de ICarly então ouçam aqui alguns dialogos do elenco (Incluindo ele): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="274" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ecf2147259314b65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Decf2147259314b65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331486490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E60BD90F075604517CBB6B43BD541E89F480B01.4D67F0436F11D24B8DAA89F8D315CB5EBD8C7EF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Decf2147259314b65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Detc8dEZ6kH05bMsH7VbaU6ZTyLY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="353" height="274" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Decf2147259314b65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331486490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E60BD90F075604517CBB6B43BD541E89F480B01.4D67F0436F11D24B8DAA89F8D315CB5EBD8C7EF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Decf2147259314b65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Detc8dEZ6kH05bMsH7VbaU6ZTyLY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Lisa Simpson - Os Simpsons - Yeardley Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro a lisa ela é tão legal, amo ela, eu vi ela no Universal Studios mas ela fugiu de mim, Mas eu naum desanimei comprei uma camisa e um copo mt fofo dela &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366686885426778770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpNSdKcUpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/X0QmFkA7OPw/s320/121.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Megan Parker - Drake e Josh - Miranda Cosgrove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpOCHlxYFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3fIkV8F4wX8/s1600-h/fpoekfpek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366687704269545554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpOCHlxYFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3fIkV8F4wX8/s320/fpoekfpek.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Megan vive de suas aulas de Oboé e de atormentar os irmãos, a ponto de contratar um garoto para fazer isso qnd ela naum pudesse, ela tem milhoes de aparelhos e consegue bolar os mais magnificos planos, além de adivinhar tudo q os irmão estão boando contra ela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Justin Russo - Os Feiticeiros de Warvely Place - David Henrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpPrir_cwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5LKMj9P09Xc/s1600-h/Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689515429655298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpPrir_cwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5LKMj9P09Xc/s320/Justin.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 260px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah se eu morasse em Warvely Place e tivesse uma varinha e conseguice fazer feitiçaria; Imagine um garoto, caçuado pelos irmãos, inteligente, o melhor amigo dos professores e tudo mais; Depois entre na pagina da Capricho e pesquise pelo David Henrie, ;D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capricho.com.br/"&gt;http://www.capricho.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Justin é o unico personagem q realmente faz c q a alex faça aquelas coisas todas q ela faz, é o unico q desafia ela a fazer o certo e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro os feiticeiros acho tão legal ainda mais essa nova temporada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O filme dos Feiticeiros tá mt show, vejam aqui o clipe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr3xTS4QiFY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr3xTS4QiFY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Queen Pensky - Zoey 101 - Erin Sanders &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpQ6S4FXvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XigKlRaKNg8/s1600-h/ifojewf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690868395073266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpQ6S4FXvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XigKlRaKNg8/s320/ifojewf.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporada 1: Queen é a garota nova e estranha da escola, anda c aparelhos p tudo q é lado e come papinha de nene so é enturmada p o resto da escola por causa de Zoey que é a unica a falar c ela no inicio do seriado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporada 3: Queen se muda para o quarto de zoey junto c Lola da pra ver ela mexendo c bem menos materiais e tb no quarto eles desaparecem &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(Aonde aquilo tudo foi parar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporada 4: Na temporada final do seriado, o namoro de Queen e Mark acaba e ela começa a sair c Logan (O popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Dra. Brennan/Bones - Bones - Emily Deschanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692028030178178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpR9y2o04I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ypoBi_qonEk/s320/njn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro Bones, é a minha drama favorita (Procurem aqui no blog q vcs veem!), Pode parecer estranho o apelido dela ser o nome do seriado mas o nome do seriado tem a ver com o seriado em si (Ela mexe com ossos, desvendando crimes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpTJf49ToI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q7PVkAIu_TY/s1600-h/klkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693328609693314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpTJf49ToI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q7PVkAIu_TY/s320/klkl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 180px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 - Brian e Stewie Griffin - Family Guy - Seth MacFarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian sempre foi dito como o mais inteligente da familia Griffin (O que é verdade), mas naum podemos nos esquecer do Stewie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: O Brian é inteligente e sabio, le de tudo e é o unico da familia q ja cursou uma faculdade, E alem do mais ele é um CACHORRO, mas como diz o Peter ele é primeiro um membro da familia depois o cachorro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie: O Stewie é um BEBE, tem o desejo mortal de matar a propia mãe e dominar o mundo, so de ver o armario dele da p ver o quanto de armas munições e entre muitas outras coisas do genero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois merecem estar nessa lista por serem inteligentes de diferentes formas, e um video dos dois em baixo (é uma musica) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieanJqWHJ5A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieanJqWHJ5A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Phineas e Ferb - Vicent Martella e Thomas Sangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phineas e Ferb são praticamente dois mini genios que consegue destrair a irmã de dedura-los p a mãe, construir uma nave espacial e tudo mais em uma tarde só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366696323492413618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpV30spALI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7n3kW2QKzn4/s320/jgfe0ok.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Esse são vcs q escolhem coloquem nos comentarios o personagem inteligente p entrar nesta competição tb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Bjs. P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3035191188542221974-5400738749619931399?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ecf2147259314b65&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/5400738749619931399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=5400738749619931399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5400738749619931399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/5400738749619931399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-10-mais-inteligentes.html' title='Os 10 mais inteligentes!'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SnpFspLt1NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KKbB2QXGtXU/s72-c/Blair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-4369486361456557025</id><published>2009-08-03T19:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:06:18.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SndoD5xN3LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qxL9SMHmWB8/s1600-h/wdios"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871897291381938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SndoD5xN3LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qxL9SMHmWB8/s320/wdios" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 182px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Avisar quem deu: Pi - Penso que &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Listar 5 desejos de consumo que te deixariam mais glamurosa: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Uma tarde de compra c as amigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Ter um secador de cabelo propio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Fazer mascaras de hidratação c as amigas - Ja fiz isso mas quero fazer denovo pq é mt show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Comprar um bando de maquiagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Indicar 5 amigas glamurosas e avisá-las que foram escolhidas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Pi - Penso que&lt;br /&gt;2- Andrea - # Nem todo o azul do mar, nem a luz do luar tem o infinito que tem seu olhar. Kimi ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Lia- Blog da lia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Isabella - Bubble Wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Gih- Garota imperfeita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035191188542221974-4369486361456557025?l=milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/feeds/4369486361456557025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035191188542221974&amp;postID=4369486361456557025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4369486361456557025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035191188542221974/posts/default/4369486361456557025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpassoscontraotedio.blogspot.com/2009/08/selo.html' title='Selo'/><author><name>Paula (Wakeofsaturday)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08003186369964070598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZW7T_P0ab8/SndoD5xN3LI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qxL9SMHmWB8/s72-c/wdios' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035191188542221974.post-1410224850829970633</id><published>2009-08-02T23:32:00.006-03:00</publis
