<?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-1860118726057904844</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:45:21.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meu blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-2877019444297512368</id><published>2009-11-17T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:15:08.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só pra você entender, eu escrevi esse texto porque a proposta dizia pra ser algo que tivesse acontecido/acontecendo com você, e que envolvesse a música que estava sendo citada, e a música era de amor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;''Sempre tive vontade de conhecer o 'homem certo',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que tivesse todas as qualidades que fizessem um homem virar um príncipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu conheci esse homem, ele me deu carinho, atenção e me fez feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas agora ele encontrou a 'mulher certa' e essa mulher não sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou viver em eternidade má.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revivendo os fantasmas do passado, relembrando de todos os momentos bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu já aprendi na teoria que devo ser cruel para ser boa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;só falta pôr na prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu eu te disser que amor não senti é mentir pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;você me faz rir e eu amo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas odeio odeio quando me faz rir demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A verdade é que eu não vejo a hora de o príncipe virar um chato."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beijosmeliga :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-2877019444297512368?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/2877019444297512368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentimento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/2877019444297512368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/2877019444297512368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentimento.html' title='sentimento.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-3378579048585110654</id><published>2009-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:32:50.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niver do Preto &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aiin, gente eu devia postar sobre minha quarta-feira que foi muito ³ boa, mas vou postar sobre meu sábado que foi melhor ainda! Mas só pra deixar gravado, na quarta eu fui ao programa da Vivi Cariolano, que é o Fala aí, ela é uma fofa e vive me dando conselhos *-* olha a foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SpqpMa-yW0I/AAAAAAAAACI/vsDPLQ6WI1o/s1600-h/25850438-d3ed9cd339286f85836fa5261e615586.4a95d03b-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SpqpMa-yW0I/AAAAAAAAACI/vsDPLQ6WI1o/s320/25850438-d3ed9cd339286f85836fa5261e615586.4a95d03b-scaled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375795136086301506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltando a falar do niver... quinta-feira o Preto (Lucas) me convidou pro niver dele, que foi no Sítio do Zenildo, e tipo eu tava muito³ afim de ir, afinal todo mundo ía, era num sítio muito foda e pá! Tava "tudo" certo pra irmos com o Railton, na sexta o Railton diz que não vai mas rolar e tal, eu logo pedi carona do Dã Tiago, que disse que ia falar com o pai dele e depois me ligava, deu 22:00 horas e nada de ele me ligar, o Railton ligou pra ele e adivinha só? O Dã também furou D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quase quebrei meu PC de tanta raiva que senti, mas tudo bem, o que eu posso fazer se tenho 2 carros, um pai, um irmão e um motorista que dirigem e eles não podem me levar? Nada né? Enfim... fui dormir, já tava tudo planejado pra sábado: acordar, tomar café da manhã e passar o dia na cama assistindo filme :D. Acordei, tomei café, liguei o PC e quando eu estava vendo esse vídeo: (lembrando que todos que estão nesse vídeo estudam na mesmo sala que eu e são meus amigos xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0" 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://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68CDBF18A67EEC20E416DCF03AE19E8C25259530.78E6CDE1AC6D61CB661D02DDA9D59BAECF4F84E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4lJ0WhaHly2CQ9vliFchFZh-1Yo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68CDBF18A67EEC20E416DCF03AE19E8C25259530.78E6CDE1AC6D61CB661D02DDA9D59BAECF4F84E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4lJ0WhaHly2CQ9vliFchFZh-1Yo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Michel me liga, e tcham tcham tcham, ele pergunta se eu ainda quero ir pro sítio, eu falo que lóógico que eu quero, ele manda eu ir pra casa do José porque a mãe dele ia nos levar , fui pra lá depois de meia hora tentando descobrir o endereço, logo que cheguei o Michel aparece, gente a mãe do Michel é uma fofa *-* ela é do mesmo jeito dele, engraçadona, uashuahusa. O José ainda não tinha chegado, tava na FUCKup fazendo prova, ele só chegou 11:00 horas D:, chegamos lá no sítio 12:00 hrs, o pessoal nem sabia que eu ia, lalala, já estavam todos aproveitando obviamente, eu fui pra piscina/igarapé com o José e o Michel, aí depois o povo foi também, almoçamos,  brincamos, tiramos fotos, conversamos, foi muuuuito bom, você não tem noção! Quem tava la viu o clima que rolou comigo e com o .... não vou contar :x. Mas nem rolou nada, até porque somos amigos de mais pra isso acontecer! Como a Kiki disse umas 465845314 vezes, "Esse foi o melhor dia da minha vida!", Amo muito vocês! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parabéns Lucas!! E obrigada óh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"se a vida te der alguém melhor que eu e se o amor vencer todos os preconceitos que você seja feliz" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beijomeliga&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/1860118726057904844-3378579048585110654?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2a5fc9ed4ba7bf0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/3378579048585110654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/niver-do-preto-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3378579048585110654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3378579048585110654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/niver-do-preto-3.html' title='Niver do Preto &lt;3'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SpqpMa-yW0I/AAAAAAAAACI/vsDPLQ6WI1o/s72-c/25850438-d3ed9cd339286f85836fa5261e615586.4a95d03b-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-1908537994146701986</id><published>2009-08-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:28:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O blog é meu certo? Então eu escrevo o que eu quiser certo? Não preciso da opinião de vocês certo? Não preciso fazer essas perguntas, porque você não vai me influenciar em nada, mas enfim... Muitas coisas acontecendo em minha vida, não sei se vou falar de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caraaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; semana passada o "filho" do meu pai que mora na casa do meu avô, foi assaltado quando voltava do trabalho, e levou A facada, os caras queriam o celular dele, e ele idiota que é ainda pediu pra eles deixarem o chip --' sente só! Eu acho que ele quis reagir e um dos caras deu a facada nele, minha mãe foi la ficar com ele no hospital, ela falou que a facada vem de perto do peito até a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; do umbigo D: todo mundo sabe que eu não gosto dele, mas essa foi dose! Espero que ele já esteja bem. E que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ladrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; devolvam o chip dele, afinal é muito mais importante que a vida dele [/na visão dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semana passada começou o curso da empresa júnior *-* cara é muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;óh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! Os ensinadores são super legais, eles me deixaram muito empolgada e pá, ta todo mundo feliz :D vai ser legal ficar toda quinta a tarde no colégio, e toda terça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; por causa da oficina de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;redação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, eu nunca estive tão empolgada pra estudar, sério mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu meio que briguei cm a R*, mas não vou ficar cheia de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mimimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, só que eu já to ficando muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;buceta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (desculpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) com o povo perguntando :" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; estão brigadas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; são tão amigas!" Ah meu vai pintar parede e parem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; de me fazer pergunta besta! E se o A* falar soltar mais um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sobre isso, eu vou mandar ele pra bem longe! :x e sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; isso tem uma música da Drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mesmo tão diferente do que possa parecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo que o inferno seja o preço pra te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo começa como um dia chega ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sonhos que apagam o que você deixou em mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"vou na certeza de que o sol vai me guiar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meliga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1860118726057904844-1908537994146701986?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/1908537994146701986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-blog-e-meu-certo-entao-eu-escrevo-o.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1908537994146701986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1908537994146701986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-blog-e-meu-certo-entao-eu-escrevo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7963162963538804257</id><published>2009-08-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:08:02.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GostosãoxNerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estava com duas perguntas desde semana passada na minha cabeça, achei algumas respostas, mas não achei a exata, perguntas: O que leva uma menina a trocar um cara gostosão, sarado, por um nerd, feinho e gordinho? E outra pergunta: o que leva uma outra menina a trocar um nerd lindo, cheiroso, super educado por um menino bonito, porém fedido, mal educado e safado? São esses tipos de perguntas que me impedem de entender o mundo :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sonrx2a8AbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h07fR4tVKuA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sonrx2a8AbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h07fR4tVKuA/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371083272270643634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O nerd número 1 é até bem legal, mas pra uma menina que valorizava tanto o outro namorado por sua beleza, músculos e coisas do tipo, ela mudou de gosto muito rápido, o que causou um shok geral :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O nerd número 2 é liiiindo, super educado, inteligente (dãã), um menino pra casar, aew a menina que sempre foi super³ certinha troca o nerd dos sonhos de muita menina por um menino capenga, fedido (de acordo com o amigo dele), e vendo também que a tal da menina gostava desse nerd fofinho desde um ano atrás, ela esqueceu dele muito rápido :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No primeiro caso apesar da menina não prestar nem pra fazer filho, eu sei (acho) que ela tem sentimentos e cansou de ser chifrada pelo gostosão, e foi correndo para os braços do nerd, que diga-se de passagem tem uma vida financeira estável, coisa que ela também apreciava muito no ex gostosão, e vendo que ela dá em cima dos outros gostosões que ela vê por aí, eu acho que ela tá com o nerd gordinho por puro interesse! Tadinho dele que está apaixonado por ela! E tem um coração tão bom que não vê a phiranga dando em cima dos carinhas favorecidos de músculos. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No segundo caso eu completamente não sei o que deu na menina, ela sempre foi certinha, e todos sabiam do amor que ela sentia pelo nerd 2, e finalmente quando eles ficam juntos a louca dá um fora nele, e vai correndo pros braços do menino bombado feio que não liga pra ela faz duas semanas, alguém por favor me diz o que ela tem? E não me digam que no coração não se manda pq disso eu já sei, eu quero uma explicação lógica pra isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E se ela não voltar pro nerd  2, eu espero que ele veja os meus valores *-* I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"o nerd de hoje é o bom marido de amanhã" :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1860118726057904844-7963162963538804257?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7963162963538804257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/gostosaoxnerd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7963162963538804257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7963162963538804257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/gostosaoxnerd.html' title='GostosãoxNerd'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sonrx2a8AbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h07fR4tVKuA/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-6147460943762962534</id><published>2009-08-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:23:44.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevi esse post na aula de quimica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SoCrTzkvADI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ljxfay9PtNU/s1600-h/raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SoCrTzkvADI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ljxfay9PtNU/s200/raiva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368479112575778866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu mereço? Como se não bastasse toda a raiva que tenho desse colégio, a prof conselheira resolveu finalmente fazer o mapeamento da sala, agora não existe mas o gueto, e a prof me colocou bem em frente do ar condicionado, estou pra congelar, mas isso não é o pior! Eu estou com vista privilegiada pro gordo (apelido carinhoso) e adivinha quem eu também sou obrigada a ficar olhando? A toco de amarrar pink! Ela fica fazendo carinho e caricias no gordo, e eu sei que é pra me afetar! =x Mas é ela que se fode, pq agora ta ficando mal falada! pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Nesse exato momento ele ta mexendo na barba, agora ta mordendo os lábios, e agora ta brincando com o piercing. fdp! (ele sabe que eu to olhando, mas não sustenta meu olhar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ain, to ficando com cólica de tanto frio! To ouvindo  'A lonely september' que o Almeida me indicou :B e não faço a mínima ideia do que a prof ta falando .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Amanhã é dia do estudante, to esperando certa pessoa entrar na sala pra dizer o que vai ter de especial amanhã ! Parece que vai ser cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- A best me faz tanta falta, mesmo estando a apenas duas cadeiras longe de mim D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Liiiindo! Certa pessoa entrou na sala e falou que amanhã vai ter aula norma, e que dia 18 vamos pro cinema, as opções de filme? 'Era do Gelo 3' e 'Uma noite do museu 2', sendo que eu odeio 'Uma noite no museu', pq não tenho boas lembranças do primeiro filme :S mas isso vou contra em outro post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Agora aqui no pc, to ouvindo uma rádio muito boba e engraçada de umas meninas, auhsuhausha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"você não sabe o quanto me faz bem, o  quanto eu posso amar alguém" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-6147460943762962534?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/6147460943762962534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/escrevi-esse-post-na-aula-de-quimica.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/6147460943762962534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/6147460943762962534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/escrevi-esse-post-na-aula-de-quimica.html' title='Escrevi esse post na aula de quimica.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SoCrTzkvADI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ljxfay9PtNU/s72-c/raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-7947996728800852833</id><published>2009-08-06T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:31:31.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parey,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sntnj0YjVyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ORfF-KKiaZc/s1600-h/fucapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sntnj0YjVyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ORfF-KKiaZc/s200/fucapi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366997245996783394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gamey, pirey, não lembro que mas nada que tenha "ey" :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ah meu que foda-se todo mundo, eu to cansada daquele colégio, sério msm! sei que já falei isso umas 135412 vezes no minimo, mas poow, é impossível parar de falar, e adivinha só? eu fui falar com minha mãe, fiz o drama dizendo que não ia existir terceiro ano na fucapi (leia-se maniconio), pq &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;TODOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; os alunos iam sair, ela na maior cara dura falou que assim é melhor pq eu vou ter aular particular --', já que tenho que me conformar com isso, to tentando meio que jogar tudo pro alto, se antes eu me segurava pra não falar mal de algumas pessoas (leia-se toco de amarrar pink), agora eu falo mesmo, falo com ela quando quero e deixo de falar quando quero, e aquelas pessoas do terceiro ano, que eu tanto odeio, tenham medo de mim! muito³ medo, já começei essa semana dando o maior corte/toco/fora naquele menino que prefiro não citar o nome, mas o apelido é rodriguinho :B, enfim, se é pra eu continuar naquele lugar feito pra loucos, prefiro aproveitar do meu jeito, nem que seja ouvindo músicas no meu iphone, dançando feito uma gringa, e alheia a todo e qualquer assunto ligado aquele colégio, e querendo cortar meus pulsos por ter um coração que é uma puta [/papozuei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sematemsuasvadias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ah estou viciada em música sertaneja, SIIM! E o w* ta fora de casa pq o idiota quebrou a chave. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"chora, me liga, implora meu beijo de novo" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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/1860118726057904844-7947996728800852833?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7947996728800852833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/parey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7947996728800852833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7947996728800852833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/parey.html' title='parey,'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Sntnj0YjVyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ORfF-KKiaZc/s72-c/fucapi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-4450458398385637021</id><published>2009-08-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:49:43.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semassunto.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SnZIqCJS1UI/AAAAAAAAABU/RFFv-SPJefs/s320/gui2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555893026084162" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu, simplesmente não sei o que escrever óh! fiquei atacada com o  jv* ele disse que meu blog é muito dramático, poow, deve ser pq minha vida é dramática? oO só acho. Ah ontem milagrosamente o meu irmão deixou o modem a madrugada inteira comigo, o que foi bom pq eu não fui pro Latufunk :/ mas tudo bem.. eu fiquei online até uma da manhã ou mais, eu vi o gui almeida (eu não lembro o nome do site), eu fiz ele dizer que me ama, oq foi beem gay, ele deu o número do celular dele pras meninas ligarem e eu liguei :D cara eu liguei aq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ui de manaus, foi foda óh, ele mandou beijo pra mim, e fez uma plaquinha pra mim e pra @natylu08, mt fofo óh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pena que a baby não conseguiu vê-lo :/ ta bom deixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ndo meu momento tiete de lado, minha mãe me acordou 7:30 brother 7:30 eu tava um zumbi, meu irmão tbm, só minha querida mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(nessa hora não tão querida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pra nos fazer acordar tão cedo e ainda nos levar pra igreja, eu fui morrendo de fome/sono mas até que foi legal, voltamos pra casa eu me acabei no almoço  to cheia até agora, sem exagero! Ah gente o jv*  vai ser famoso óh, sigam ele no twitter @joaovercosa, adc  no orkut: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=3367512026125789245"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=3367512026125789&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=3367512026125789245"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;245&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; , é só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"rapha eu te amo" *-*  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-4450458398385637021?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4450458398385637021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/semassuntocom.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4450458398385637021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4450458398385637021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/08/semassuntocom.html' title='semassunto.com'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SnZIqCJS1UI/AAAAAAAAABU/RFFv-SPJefs/s72-c/gui2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-931425784361082012</id><published>2009-07-30T16:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:02:06.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pqp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu eu não sei o que acontece comigo! só me ferro mesmo. Sei que não tenho mas que falar sobre ele mas isso vai ser inevitáveeel! Eu ingênua e inconsequente que sou, depois de ter toda certeza que todos os meus sentimentos ligados a paixão já tinham se acabado, deixei um scrap no orkut dele, simples, curto e direto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;                                                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; - Ao contrário do que o N* anda falando eu não tenho raiva de vc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;                                                     aahh gostei do piercing ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas adivinha o que aconteceu? o idiota levou o notbook pro colégio e abriu o orkut dele na frente de TODOS os meninos, eu tive que aturar aqueles meninos sem neurônios curtindo com minha cara! E pra completar ele não respondeu o recado! Aquele gayzinho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"eu finjo ter paciência, a vida é tão rara" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&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/1860118726057904844-931425784361082012?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/931425784361082012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/pqp_30.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/931425784361082012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/931425784361082012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/pqp_30.html' title='pqp.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-8943253994388616696</id><published>2009-07-28T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:22:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>já era.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Li na capricho que pra eu esquece-lo tenho que dar um tempo, me afastar um pouco e tal,  então incluí nisso não falar sobre ele no meu blog, por isso &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PAREI&lt;/span&gt; pra ti, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;esse blog tá praticamente entregue as moscas --', é que últimamente não tem acontecido muita coisa legal, mas apesar de hoje ser terça vou falar do meu fds que diga-se de passagem eu nunca mas vou querer repetir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No sábado, fiz meu cabelo, minhas unhas, fui pra casa da lillian, fomos pro Cantina Speciale, pra comemorar o niver da Yêda, eu a ló a lilly e a lyn estavamos morrendo de fome, por isso comemos bastante,  era rodizio de massa, foi maraaa, olha a perola da lorena: ló oq é isso? - ah amiga é macarrão com picadinho. hasushauhsuahsua, é por isso que te amo amiga! Depois fomos pra ponta negra, eu desci naquele escorregador enooorme, e mesmo morrendo de medo fui de novo, chamei a atenção de todo mundo com meus gritos, depois fomos na barca (eu, ló,lyn), eu sentei do lado da ló, passei suuper mal, gritei,chorei, quis vomitar, eu tava pra morrer ali, e a idiota da evelyn ainda filmou tudo!Aquela retardada, mas nem dá pra postar o vídeo pq o celular dela é nokia e não lê no media player nem no real player :/ mas tem no meu celular, muito mico óóh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mas valeu amigas minhas maiores aventuras sempre ao lado de vocês &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e desse dia ainda guardo de lembraça a pulseira :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"já parei de chorar quando alguém fala de você" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1860118726057904844-8943253994388616696?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/8943253994388616696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ja-era.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8943253994388616696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8943253994388616696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ja-era.html' title='já era.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-5482492693351292126</id><published>2009-07-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:13:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comédia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;omg definitivamente minha vida é uma comédia, como tudo isso acontece comigo? justo comigo?  acho que vou começar anotar em um caderninho todas as mer%@ que acontecem cmg.  Episódio da semana: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O piercing&lt;/span&gt;. Eu to lendo um livro que a menina odeia uma tal de danielly, essa dany é cheia do piecing, da tatoo (ela tem um sol na barriga), e agora nesse livro ela ta fazendo bod-mood, ela cortou a lingua em duas partes, ta parecendo uma cobra, mas isso não tem nada a ver com minha história é só eu achei coincidência, o menino que eu fiquei acaba de colocar um piercing na língua , eu sempre tive uma vontade secreta de ficar com um garoto com piercing nos lábios ou na língua, e agora isso? agora eu não falo mas com ele! que droga man! e anda tive de aturar o amigo dele fazendo comercial do beijo dele, falando que tava melhor e tudo mais, PTM! :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"quanto mais tempo levamos para nos desapegar do velho, mais tempo demoramos para nos apegar ao novo" :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1860118726057904844-5482492693351292126?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/5482492693351292126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/comedia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5482492693351292126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5482492693351292126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/comedia.html' title='comédia.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-6007100137563881998</id><published>2009-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:07:24.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje foi tudo muito péssimo, mas nada me abalou, eu estou respirando Harry Potter, nada vai mudar isso, fui ontem à pré-estréia 00:01, foi PERFEITO! Tudo bem que mudaram muitas coisas em relação ao livro, mesmo assim continua sendo perfeito! As 7 horas que passei naquela fila valeram muita a pena, você não tem idéia! Assista esse filme, o Harry ta super fofo, o Roni então mais engraçado que nunca e mó bombadinho, a Hermione dá uma pena dela quando ela chora com ciúme do Roni :'), foi lindo muito lindo, a perfeição! Indico a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez amanhã eu fale sobre o que aconteceu hoje :'x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"só pra lembrar eu já sofri demais, mas longe de você sofrerei bem mais" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-6007100137563881998?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/6007100137563881998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/6007100137563881998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/6007100137563881998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7768039609625090474</id><published>2009-07-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:52:38.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu lembro que eu amava ir pro colégio quando eu estudava no batista, eu lembro que participava de um comunidade no orkut que era assim : amo escola&amp;amp;odeio estudar.... agora eu odeio¹²³ a escola e odeio estudar, se animo nenhuma pra voltar as aulas, não sei como meus colegar conseguem ficar intediados nas férias, por mim só o fato de eu poder acordar tarde já foi perfeito! Não quero voltar pra fucapi, quero ficar em casa!!! sniff, sniff :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"volta aqui pra eu te provar que foi tudo em vão" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-7768039609625090474?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7768039609625090474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-lembro-que-eu-amava-ir-pro-colegio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7768039609625090474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7768039609625090474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-lembro-que-eu-amava-ir-pro-colegio.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7657212769284848155</id><published>2009-07-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:55:45.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada Pai e Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por não me deixarem andar com as pessoas do bairro, andando por esse bairro percebo que a maioria das meninas andam de shortinho um top transparente, e falam "probrema", graças a meu bom Deus eu não ando assim, ah vale falar que essa meninas são mais gordas do que eu -', e os caras? todos sem camisa ou com abadá, cabelo com luzes, e muito enxeridos, ainda bem que meu irmão não é assim! Então só tenho a agrader aos meus pais e a Deus por me manterem longe dessa convivência! Eu vou trabalhar muito pra morar em outro lugar onde as pessoas sejam mais educadas e inteligentes, e ainda vou levar meus pais comigo! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"saudade é um novo órgão em mim" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/1860118726057904844-7657212769284848155?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7657212769284848155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/obrigada-pai-e-mae.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7657212769284848155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7657212769284848155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/obrigada-pai-e-mae.html' title='Obrigada Pai e Mãe'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7071010378033680717</id><published>2009-07-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:20:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada pra fazer eu resolvi assistir o filme da "sessão da tarde", no fim do filme o garotinho flw uma coisa tão bonitinha *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor é uma coisa feia e terrível praticado por todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; eles vai pegar o seu coração e deixá-lo sangrando e você  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não vai ganhar nada além de lemranças maravilhosas das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quais você não consegue se livrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-7071010378033680717?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7071010378033680717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-pra-fazer-eu-resolvi-assistir-o.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7071010378033680717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7071010378033680717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-pra-fazer-eu-resolvi-assistir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-4846033487088688410</id><published>2009-06-30T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:48:46.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;agora prooonto mããnhê! pra que fizemos um quarto hóspede, se a mulher veio dormir no MEU quarto?? quero só ver amanhã quando eu contar isso pro papai, se o problema é TV e levo a procaria da minha TV la pro quarto de hóspede, só dá pra assistir a globo mesmo --" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;commuitaraiva.com&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/1860118726057904844-4846033487088688410?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4846033487088688410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/agora-prooonto-maanhe-pra-que-fizemos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4846033487088688410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4846033487088688410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/agora-prooonto-maanhe-pra-que-fizemos.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7259388458783248698</id><published>2009-06-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:55:50.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>azar.</title><content type='html'>hoje eu fui a pessoa mais azarada do mundo, tudo bem que se eu não tivesse lido aquela matéria sobre sortexazar esse seria só mais um dia comum, mas eu reparei nos fatos e cheguei a conclusão de que presciso de um trevo de 4 folhas, tive que acordar 8:30 em plena as férias pq justamente hoje o papai inventou de trocar a placa da empresa, aí os caras tinham que passar pelo meu quarto (só vindo aqui em casa pra entender), a mulher que a mamãe trouxe pra ficar essa semana aqui em casa ficou olhando por trás de mim o que eu tava fazendo no PC, o que eu ODEIO extremamente! E mais eu e minha péssima coordenação motora junto com minha alta capacidade de quebrar as coisas, quebrei o último botão de trocar o canal da TV, sendo que eu já quebrei 2 controles remotos e um dos botões de trocar o canal, agora vou ter que me conformar em assistir globo a noite inteira --', e ainda tem maais, eu fui instalar a nova versão do mensseger e adivinha só? meus contatos SUMIRAM, não resta uma única alma no meus contatos, to pra morrer aqui :'(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nunca mostre uma pérola para um tigre" :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&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/1860118726057904844-7259388458783248698?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7259388458783248698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/azar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7259388458783248698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7259388458783248698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/azar.html' title='azar.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-3548588551608394706</id><published>2009-06-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:26:54.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O cara morreu, o deixem em paz, ele tinha que morrer pra poder virar lenda, ele tinha que morrer pra dar lugar a outro rei da música, ele tinha que morrer para ser notícia mundial em um só dia, ele tinha que morrer pra nos fazer esquecer do voô 447, que aliás esqueceram mesmo, vamos mudar de assunto eu nem gostava do cara, a única música que eu conhecia dele era a aquela do lobisomen, piadinha idiota sobre ele: o que é que anda pra trás, era preto ficou branco e gosta de criancinhas? Michael Jackson, huashushaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michael Jack, já era, vamos trocar a página, por favor (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"talvez eu queira te levar pra longe onde o céu é o limite" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-3548588551608394706?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/3548588551608394706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3548588551608394706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3548588551608394706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-8616819008866798771</id><published>2009-06-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:20:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>João.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Foi inútil pedir ne bebê? Mas tudo bem eu te entendo, talvez eu queira fazer o msm que você :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você está me deixando só, mas por favor não me abandone de vez! Eu  te peço, nunca se esqueça, que você tem uma amiga que te ama muito e quer o seu bem, e a sua &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;amizade&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-8616819008866798771?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/8616819008866798771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8616819008866798771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8616819008866798771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao_25.html' title='João.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-4771630747941673455</id><published>2009-06-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:06:34.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mô bebê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;depois de um bom tempo nos encarando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rapha : bom dia fulano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;fulano : vc fica estranha cmg e depois reclama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rapha : (com cara de bunda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você não vai conseguir me deixar com ciúme, lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"meu coração é uma puta" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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/1860118726057904844-4771630747941673455?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4771630747941673455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/mo-bebe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4771630747941673455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4771630747941673455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/mo-bebe.html' title='mô bebê'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-2491849286728841742</id><published>2009-06-22T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:19:28.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Você muda de idéia&lt;br /&gt;Como uma garota troca de roupa&lt;br /&gt;Sim, você tem TPM&lt;br /&gt;Como uma vadia&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria saber&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre pensa&lt;br /&gt;Sempre Fala&lt;br /&gt;Corretamente&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria saber&lt;br /&gt;Que você não era bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque você é quente e logo esfria&lt;br /&gt;Você quer e depois não quer&lt;br /&gt;Você tá dentro e depois tá fora&lt;br /&gt;Você está feliz e depois está triste&lt;br /&gt;Você está errado quando está certo&lt;br /&gt;É preto e é branco&lt;br /&gt;Nós brigamos, nós terminamos&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos beijamos e voltamos&lt;br /&gt;Você, você realmente não quer ficar, não&lt;br /&gt;Você, mas você realmente não quer ir, oh&lt;br /&gt;Você é quente e logo esfria&lt;br /&gt;Você quer e depois não quer&lt;br /&gt;Você tá dentro e depois tá fora&lt;br /&gt;Você está feliz e depois está triste&lt;br /&gt;Nós éramos&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente como gêmeos&lt;br /&gt;Tão em sincronia&lt;br /&gt;Com a mesma energia&lt;br /&gt;Mas a bateria acabou&lt;br /&gt;Costumavamos rir&lt;br /&gt;Sobre nada&lt;br /&gt;Agora você está entediante&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria saber&lt;br /&gt;Que você não ira mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Alguém chame um médico&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um caso de amor bipolar&lt;br /&gt;Presa uma montanha russa&lt;br /&gt;da qual eu não consigo descer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&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:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Preciso parar de falar sobre ele :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&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:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&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:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;"não tenho caneta bebê"&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/1860118726057904844-2491849286728841742?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/2491849286728841742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-muda-de-ideia-como-uma-garota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/2491849286728841742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/2491849286728841742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-muda-de-ideia-como-uma-garota.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-425125540959840964</id><published>2009-06-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:37:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; "&gt;Tire um pouco o peso das minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;Falta pouco tempo para eu ir embora&lt;br /&gt;E eu nem sei se vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Trilhe seu caminho, faça suas apostas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixe aqui sozinha sem respostas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem sei onde encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma criança indefesa&lt;br /&gt;Você parece uma caixinha de surpresas&lt;br /&gt;E se for assim meu bem, ADEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tô te pedindo pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;E não vou te encher de promessas&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero bem, mas no amor eu tenho pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá se acostumando com a minha ausência&lt;br /&gt;Faça logo as pazes com sua consciência&lt;br /&gt;E veja se você errou&lt;br /&gt;Trilhe seu caminho, faça suas apostas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Buscando as respostas que você nunca encontrou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma criança indefesa&lt;br /&gt;Você parece uma caixinha de surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando eu cheguei no colégio na segunda feira, achei que vc tava triloco, mas aí percebi que era tudo verdade, ontem aconteceu.. vc flw mil coisinhas fofas, dizendo que gostou de mim desde o inicio, e hoje vem com esse papo de só amizade, --', ta bom eu entendo, mas era pra eu ficar triste, e não você, foi eu que levei um fora não você! E é vc que fica mal a aula toda, e vai embora cedão, mão sei oq acontece com vc, e nem quero mas saber, se um dia vc fizer as pazes com sua consciência vc pode me dar um toque (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"não há mais espaço pra arrependimento" :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-425125540959840964?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/425125540959840964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/tire-um-pouco-o-peso-das-minhas-costas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/425125540959840964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/425125540959840964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/tire-um-pouco-o-peso-das-minhas-costas.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-1089509817274697713</id><published>2009-06-16T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:37:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>João.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjgCbjW4cPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pfy3ORohWh0/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjgCbjW4cPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pfy3ORohWh0/s320/x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348027229873402098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;João é um menino que eu encontrei pelado no cesto de lixo, ele me pediu  uma esmola, mas eu tbm não tinha :/ então ofereci minha amizade, ele perguntou se amizade enchia barriga, eu falei que não, mas que juntos poderiamos conseguir algo pra encher a barriga dele :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Meu bb, é tão bom poder te dar bom dia todos os dias, te abraçar, gritar : Xuuuão!,  bagunçar teu cabelo, é muito bom ter sua simples presença, saber que com vc sempre serei compreendida é ótimo, esse teu jeito de : eu sou pequeno mas sou marrento, é que me faz gostar de tanto de vc, o fato de vc não se preocupar com oq pensam ou falam de vc, é que faz vc ser tão especial pra mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Por favor nunca me abandone, eu te peço :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1860118726057904844-1089509817274697713?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/1089509817274697713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1089509817274697713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1089509817274697713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/joao.html' title='João.'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjgCbjW4cPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pfy3ORohWh0/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-3324310597161318788</id><published>2009-06-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:19:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x)~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;feliz, feliz, muito feliz, so happy honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-3324310597161318788?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/3324310597161318788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3324310597161318788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3324310597161318788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/x.html' title='x)~'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-9059308123785450666</id><published>2009-06-14T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:13:54.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Precisava fazer isso, tem umas perguntas bem legais, não ligue pras respostas Emo's --'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu tenho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; olhos, boca, nariz, orelhas , é isso msm? oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu desejo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; sair de Manaus, e ser feliz por mais tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu odeio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; falsidade, com todas as minhas forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eu escuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;: barulhos –‘, sou bem aclética.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu tenho medo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;: borboletas, na verdade tenho fobia a insetos :’(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu não estou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu estou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; chateada e curiosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eu perco: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;o tempo quando descubro coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Eu preciso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; descobrir uma coisa boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Me dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;pensar em&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;descobrir que tudo foi ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;SIM OU NÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Tem um diário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Gosta de cozinhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Siim, por incrível que pareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Gosta de tempestades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Sim, amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Há algum segredo que você não tenha contado à ninguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Sim :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Acredita no amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Em amor fraternal sim, mas naquele amor que é conseqüência da paixão,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Toma banho todos os dias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Só nos feriados –‘, isso é um pergunta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Quer casar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;  Sim, eu acho :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Quer ter filhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;QUAL É?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;A frase que mais usa no msn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;indiretas ou convites, no momento é : quer me ajudar acreditar em você? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; , acabou de mudar agora é : EU TE ODEIO!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Sua banda favorita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;  nem sei oh :/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Seu maior desejo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;tenho certeza que já respondi isso oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;3 Lugares estranhos em que você transaria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;  em um galinheiro, no quarto dos meus pais, ain to sem criatividade :x&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;OUTRAS PERGUNTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Signo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Leão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Cor dos olhos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Castanhos Claros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Numero favorito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;  23&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Dia favorito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; 14/08&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Mês favorito: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Dezembro/Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Estação do ano favorita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Nem faz diferença aqui em Manaus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Café ou chá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Café concerteza!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Tem problemas de auto estima:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;  sim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Abriria mão de ficar com alguém muito gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;por respeito ao próximo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; sim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Iria a uma micareta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; siiim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Cuidaria de amigos bêbados: siim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;, afinal é amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Dá toco sem problema nenhum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; não :/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;NAS ÚLTIMAS 24HS VOCÊ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Chorou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Ajudou alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não lembro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Ficou doente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Foi ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Disse “te amo”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Escreveu uma carta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Falou com alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Siim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Teve uma conversa séria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Sim :&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Perdeu alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Abraçou alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;  Sim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Brigou com algum parente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Brigou com algum amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Quasee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;ALGUMA VEZ VOCÊ PODERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Beijar alguém do mesmo sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141; font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Derrepente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Fazer sexo com alguém do mesmo sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141; font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Não!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Saltar de pára-quedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141; font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Siiim! Atoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Cantar em um karaokê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;  Sempre rola.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Ser vegetariano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Sim, eu acho&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:x&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Se embebedar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Não, mas nunca gida dessa água não beberei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Roubar uma loja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#414141"&gt; Não!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.25pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;Se maquiar em público?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#414141"&gt;  Sim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-9059308123785450666?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/9059308123785450666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/precisava-fazer-isso-tem-umas-perguntas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/9059308123785450666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/9059308123785450666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/precisava-fazer-isso-tem-umas-perguntas.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-5102598775274771602</id><published>2009-06-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:06:10.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;todo esse clima de dia dos namorados me deixou mt tensa :/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deu tipo assim : TUDO errado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu até podia relatar todo o meu dia aqui, mas a falta de paciência não deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu descobri que meu amigo ficou com uma muleca que é um purgante, oq me deixou mó fula da vida, a festa que eu fui tava um pouco miada, mas ainda assim deu pra aproveitar, esses são os fatos principais, se eu falar o resto eu choro :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu só queria poder voltar o dia de ontem, e fazer tudo de novo porém com mais animação :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjOyKBVqqFI/AAAAAAAAABE/tqb1eKx0TRI/s1600-h/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bpartido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346813067846658130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjOyKBVqqFI/AAAAAAAAABE/tqb1eKx0TRI/s320/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bpartido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"eu odeio o dia dos namorados" :* &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/1860118726057904844-5102598775274771602?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/5102598775274771602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-meu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5102598775274771602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5102598775274771602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-meu.html' title='ah meu...'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/SjOyKBVqqFI/AAAAAAAAABE/tqb1eKx0TRI/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bpartido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-1020051292822972125</id><published>2009-06-11T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:54:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tenho que me apaixonar por alguém que goste de mim, quero ser feliz se necessário que seja longe de você! :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-1020051292822972125?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/1020051292822972125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1020051292822972125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1020051292822972125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-3083432906511433305</id><published>2009-06-11T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:04:54.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Junho, festa junina, esse mês ta sendo bem legal, essas festas são tão engraçadas, danças estranhas, barracas vendendo a mesma coisa, chuva que estraga tudo, adolecentes que aproveitam a ocasião pra encher a cara e fumar bastante, o que é completamente rídiculo! Mas tudo bem já faz parte de toda a tradição, a cadeira que vc paga pra dar uns beijinhos (que raramente acontece se vc não experimentou ácool), todo aquele forró, pessoas que gostam de forró mas não sabem dançar, é uma tradição beeem engraçada, enquanto nos países dos norte (os mais favorecidos), perdem sua preciosidade na formatura, as pessoas daqui extravazam em festas juninas, coisa pobre hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mas é oq há! E isso é legal (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"curta a vida" :*&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/1860118726057904844-3083432906511433305?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/3083432906511433305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/junho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3083432906511433305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3083432906511433305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/junho.html' title='Junho'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-1437945141615200558</id><published>2009-06-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:12:47.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Poow entrei no blog da best e vi um post sobre uma amiga dela, e percebi que não tem NADA sobre mim naquele blog, por isso pra depois ela não vir com a desculpa que no meu tbm não tem nada sobre ela, aqui vai minhas humildes palavras :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Best, você sabe que dou nó em pingo d'água por você, que o único motivo de eu estar na fucapi é vc, que eu te amo de verdade sem axagero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Si7m9GDWJtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ET_QbTw--rc/s320/OgAAAKV6umBtJpswUwhDGf10NM3TOR9QaT11IEwTlqMoS_IoqDHc50zWC2ZQaPj3r6eqn9gbrlXBNmeDV4ig9BgW8ggAm1T1UCtSQYoMM7VXKrPRu-ikNUvqQoMn.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345463745006413522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e que apesar de as vezes eu falar a verdade na sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cara e de maneira nada convencional,e vc ainda não ter aprendido a lidar com isso, as coisas que eu falo é pro seu bem, e apesar de ficarmos de birra por besteira, e do nosso orgulho que é maior que nosso nariz, você é a minha best e eu dou minha cara a tapa por você, se um dia nossa amizade acabar fique com a a lembrança de nossas bagunças, momentos de consolo, e de nossas fofocas, afinal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ser feliz não é viver sorrindo ser feliz é aproveitar os momentos bons da vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;amovocêbestrenatinha&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/1860118726057904844-1437945141615200558?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/1437945141615200558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/medo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1437945141615200558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/1437945141615200558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/medo.html' title='medo'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/Si7m9GDWJtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ET_QbTw--rc/s72-c/OgAAAKV6umBtJpswUwhDGf10NM3TOR9QaT11IEwTlqMoS_IoqDHc50zWC2ZQaPj3r6eqn9gbrlXBNmeDV4ig9BgW8ggAm1T1UCtSQYoMM7VXKrPRu-ikNUvqQoMn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-4642447334862256445</id><published>2009-06-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:04:42.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cansada</title><content type='html'>nunca pensei que ficaria tão cansada ai ponto de não querer ligar meu oc zzZZzZz --'&lt;div&gt;morrendo de sono, chegar em casa depois de meia noite dois dias seguidos e meios exaustivo, ainda mas quando essas duas noites foram  chatas   e quase perda de tempo :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois é, estou muito chateada com o meu colégio, um lugar que leva tecnologia no nome, porém não tem nem uma estrutura lega --'                             [/poupe-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é isso, vou dormir :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"se a festa estiver chata aproveite pra comer" :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-4642447334862256445?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4642447334862256445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4642447334862256445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4642447334862256445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansada.html' title='cansada'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-3174119365744011581</id><published>2009-06-04T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:15:45.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pqp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peloamordopai,  ainda bem que eu me livrei dessa cruz antes que ele começasse a me dar trabalho! quem ele pensa que é? eu afim dele? haha, faz-me rir, eu é que achava que ele tava afim de mim, mas pelo visto --' um besta isso sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e dizem as péssima linguas que ele ta afim da K* e a V* quer pegar ele! lalala mas ele flw pra V* que não ia aguentar a pressão , pow se ele não aguenta a pressão dela que é tão pequena, uhaushuahsuahushaus, eu ri de tudo isso! mas vlw óh por indiretamente abrir meus olhos, vou te tratar cmo amigo (apesar de eu só te tratar assim), espero que não continue pensando isso, pq se não nossa amizade acaba xuxu!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"parece que estou apaixonada" --' pqp"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-3174119365744011581?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/3174119365744011581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/pqp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3174119365744011581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/3174119365744011581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/pqp.html' title='pqp!'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-5341061064506882988</id><published>2009-06-02T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:52:37.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiiin, hoje foi tão perfeito *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Posso parecer a maior cabocona, mas ver os Jonas Brothers em 3D foi perfeito! O Joe gostoso tudo de bom :x~,  ta bom chega de momento tiete --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A vantagem de plantar verde? Você colhe maduro, vou por em prática meu plano maléfico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;apesar de ninguém dever nada a mim, eu vou fazer O drama na frente daquela anã! ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não to me iludindo, mas sei que se eu falar que acho que ele ta gostando de mim ou ao menos me dando moral, irás falar que não que é leseira, que eu to viajando, por isso mesmo achando isso, vou continuar dizendo que acho que ele não está afim de mim e que é você que está viajando, pelo simples fato de você achar que todos são imcapazes de gostar de mim! [/fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;" O simples fato de vc querer estar perto de mim já me faz feliz " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-5341061064506882988?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/5341061064506882988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/aiiin-hoje-foi-tao-perfeito-posso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5341061064506882988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/5341061064506882988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/06/aiiin-hoje-foi-tao-perfeito-posso.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-7811651336435279557</id><published>2009-05-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:05:34.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhh meu eu sinto mt mas eu naum vou deixar esse blog morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu fiquei uns 3485132 anos sem net, mas jah voltou agora :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois éh, nervos na pele por causa desse maldito fucaipira, [/ fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;espero que dê tudo certo, e uma coisa é certa, eu naum vou fazer mas nada essa semana! Eu já fiz demais, deixa pro resto do povo ficar estressado eu não mereço isso! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem querer me iludir, mas será que seria possível ele gostar de mim? Tipo uma pessoa gostar de mim antes de eu gostar dele? Será? Pq não? :B Torce por mim (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 festas essa semana,  to achando que uma delas não vai rolar :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Pra que parar pra refletir se meu reflexo é vc?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-7811651336435279557?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7811651336435279557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-meu-eu-sinto-mt-mas-eu-naum-vou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7811651336435279557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/7811651336435279557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-meu-eu-sinto-mt-mas-eu-naum-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-4427126080148332503</id><published>2009-05-26T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:18:13.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaciênciaxViadagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/ShxbYgE51AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qvcIwvy8A_I/s1600-h/arco_iris.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na verdade esse titúlo devia ser "Falta de paciência", me pergunto pq estar em um cargo "elevado" sendo que você não tem capacidade, paciência, autoridade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você não tem capacidade pelo simples fato de que: você é como nós, uma aluna e só uma aluna! Você não meu pai pra gritar cmg! fikdik:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você não tem paciência, encheu a boca pra falar que mudou, sim mudou, mas foi uma mudança insuficiente! Como eu te falei ontem e hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; não tem autoridade, pois as únicas pessoas que autoridade ali, são os prof e a direção, e SÓ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando você aceitou esse cargo, acho que por suas experiências anteriores você já devia saber que a única coisa em troca seriam as criticas! --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Viadagem, peloamordopai, o que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu to lendo um livro super gay, mas que é maaaraaa, vlw L* por emprestar o livro (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu vi um filme super gay, que é melhor nem comentar o nome, vlw W* por emprestar o filme apesar de eu achar que é da tua irmã (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu estou tendo conversas gays com o meu amigo super gay (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perooo amor de Deus, são as coisas mais gays que me fazem feliz! :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida fica mais bonita assim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340243734640055298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZQvuvEzhKg/ShxbYgE51AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qvcIwvy8A_I/s320/arco_iris.gif" border="0" /&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;&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/1860118726057904844-4427126080148332503?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4427126080148332503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/pacienciaxviadagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4427126080148332503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/4427126080148332503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/pacienciaxviadagem.html' title='PaciênciaxViadagem'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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/_EZQvuvEzhKg/ShxbYgE51AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qvcIwvy8A_I/s72-c/arco_iris.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860118726057904844.post-8546532026075647660</id><published>2009-05-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:20:39.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Humm... dia entediante no colégio, dormi na aula da História. Professor pergunta: qual a bagaçeira que vcs foram na quinta feira?? Vcs foram bem pro show do MECA Fly ??? ahsuahsuahsu! [/podre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As meninas estão aqui em casa ;) a lolóca, a lill e a lyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Ló tah com "raiva" de mim, pq eu apaguei umas cartas antigas que tavam no meu pc, detalhe eu nem sei o que tava escrito nessas cartas --"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas enfim... Amo vc Ló, amo vc lill amo vc lyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu amo o heath ledger &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rapha, raphusca, raphiat, eu te amo tá cachorrona?! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rapha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;eu te odeio por não me deixar ver o seu passado obscuro. te amo sua .. (algumacoisajáqueroubaramaminhaideia) Robert Pattinson&lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentirosa=fato* Um beijo pra R* apesar dela não gosta de mim :\ by:LQ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1860118726057904844-8546532026075647660?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/8546532026075647660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/humm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8546532026075647660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/8546532026075647660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/humm.html' title=''/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-246673551237377807</id><published>2009-05-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:23:06.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando não é 80 é 8000000</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Descobri que o E* ta namorando com uma mulher! Não! Não é uma garota muito menos uma menina! É uma mulher! Minha animação ao saber de mais essa notícia foi a mil pra não dizer o contrário :/, pelo menos ele não ta cm akela molequinha fdp! Mas bem que ele poderia estar cmg neh ??*--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O professor me expulsou da sala por estar fazendo exercício de outra matéria na aula dele --" Fui pra fora com mais uns 5 colegas ( aaahhh a D* tava entre eles, ecaa) e a coordenadora nem fez nada&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; com agente&lt;/span&gt;, ficamos literalmente terminando o exercício de biologia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; voltamos pra sala de aula, a professora de biologia pede o exercício passado ( aquele que eu tava fazendo), e eu entrego, mais da metade da sla não fez! E parããã, quem não fez, vai fazer a prova valendo menos! hsuaushauhsua. Vlw a pena ser expulsa da sala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Fui pro intervalo fiquei por ali sentada... e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"&gt;- (alguém fecha meus olhos com as mãos, mãos másculas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eu - não sei quem é caramba. (falei de uma forma meiga pq eu sabia quem era)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- (ele me deu um celinho *--*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eu - agora eu sei quem é ! Fulano ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- então você lembra como é né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foi tão fofo! Fiquei sem jeito na hora, msm assim foi fofo! Ele parecia tão diferente, tudo bem que fazia um tempo que eu não o via, mas não foi tanto tempo, enfim, a R* ficou chateada cmg, mas tipo assim, eu não podia fazer NADA! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesmo com as L's* enchendo o saco o dia continuo legal, e de brinde ainda ganhei uma conversa super legal com H*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To com minha gripe do porco! To quase morrendo [/ papo, só to mal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Eu tento te esquecer, mas tudo que eu escrevo é sobre você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860118726057904844-246673551237377807?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/246673551237377807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-nao-e-80-e-8000000.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/246673551237377807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/246673551237377807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-nao-e-80-e-8000000.html' title='Quando não é 80 é 8000000'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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-1860118726057904844.post-891793527214351169</id><published>2009-05-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:51:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aaahh  eu nem sei pq eu fiz um blog mas tudo bem, tava precisando disso ( eu acho), a R* e o J* tem um então resolvi fazer um também, e a vontade de fazer só aumentou depois do que aconteceu hoje :x  o que não acontecia a muito tempo aconteceu, e tava muito bom pra ser verdade --' eu falei da D* e ela veio tirar satisfação cmg ,  na verdade ela nem olhou na minha cara, preferiu escrever num papelzinho, que meigo hein? *--* [/ironica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que eu acho totalmente rídiculo a pessoa se comprometer com algo, e largar tudo no andar da carruagem! O legal foi que a R* tbm flw dela mas ela só veio falar merda pra mim! Marcação hein? Nunca nos cheiramos msm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frase de efeito:  "Quanto mais conheço os homens mais amo os meus cachorros" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que não vou durar muito escrevendo aqui nesse blog, mas tudo bem :*&lt;/strong&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/1860118726057904844-891793527214351169?l=stormierrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/feeds/891793527214351169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeiro.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/891793527214351169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860118726057904844/posts/default/891793527214351169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormierrc.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeiro.html' title='Primeiro :)'/><author><name>rrc :*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10910135385772572865</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></feed>
