<?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-2757166463219767360</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:29:49.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3433931650288991867</id><published>2011-05-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:58:34.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Casório?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8euub7ACL8/TcLI8rh8k3I/AAAAAAAAAag/CCm3-SyfWCg/s1600/Rock-n-roll-bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8euub7ACL8/TcLI8rh8k3I/AAAAAAAAAag/CCm3-SyfWCg/s400/Rock-n-roll-bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603261831205131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente me pergunta como vão os preparativos e... vai tudo bem, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa eu tô até pouco ansiosa (talvez pelo fato de estar longe ainda né..) mas é que eu optei por não ter trabalho e paguei por um pacote completo, só terei trabalho com o vestido (que já está sendo feito) e com fotos (em relação a isso estou com um pequeno problema mesmo...).&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente fiquei doente (Dengue, a doença carioca) e, olha só, fui demitida! No auge do meu desespero não consigo nem pensar em casamento e ainda estou me recuperando da doença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que quando estiver faltando 1 mês eu estarei desesperada, ansiosa, comendo as unhas e arrancando os cabelos! Por enquanto, nada disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3433931650288991867?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3433931650288991867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3433931650288991867' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3433931650288991867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3433931650288991867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-o-casorio.html' title='E o Casório?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8euub7ACL8/TcLI8rh8k3I/AAAAAAAAAag/CCm3-SyfWCg/s72-c/Rock-n-roll-bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8067886932605473847</id><published>2011-05-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:40:35.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudando de rumo pela 847876764039ª vez na vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDPK1H5o4bU/TcBoOjeDpAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XYdt3Q_LhQo/s1600/alone-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDPK1H5o4bU/TcBoOjeDpAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XYdt3Q_LhQo/s400/alone-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602592535697662978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que inveja daquelas pessoas que escolhem um caminho e o seguem eternamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mal consigo acordar na hora certa todos os dias!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8067886932605473847?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8067886932605473847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8067886932605473847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8067886932605473847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8067886932605473847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2011/05/mudando-de-rumo-pela-847876764039-vez.html' title='Mudando de rumo pela 847876764039ª vez na vida!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDPK1H5o4bU/TcBoOjeDpAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XYdt3Q_LhQo/s72-c/alone-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4161219377249616928</id><published>2011-02-25T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:24:26.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxq5WFJDYtY/TWfXs7ExdfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8azK6kUHdzw/s1600/funny-wedding-cake-toppers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577663830293575154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxq5WFJDYtY/TWfXs7ExdfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8azK6kUHdzw/s400/funny-wedding-cake-toppers1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou mais que ansiosa, tenho mil coisas para resolver, pequenos detalhes, dinheiro gasto, falta de tempo e o medo de que algo dê errado. Isso tudo além de pensar que falta muito e que por mim o grande dia poderia ser amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que todo esse trabalho seja recompensado e que fique tudo perfeito. Pena mesmo é que o dia tenha só 24h =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4161219377249616928?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4161219377249616928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4161219377249616928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4161219377249616928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4161219377249616928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2011/02/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxq5WFJDYtY/TWfXs7ExdfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8azK6kUHdzw/s72-c/funny-wedding-cake-toppers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5622153765844527171</id><published>2010-11-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:18:42.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TNDwp6gG11I/AAAAAAAAAZM/fmO3jG1hDoo/s1600/mudar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TNDwp6gG11I/AAAAAAAAAZM/fmO3jG1hDoo/s400/mudar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535188544907564882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda na minha vida, todo dia, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vai começar mais uma fase, coisas novas, pessoas novas, rumos novos, planos novos....&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tudo isso me confunde, olho para trás e nem pareço eu mesma. Estou sempre pulando de galho em galho, trocando tudo, mudando tudo, nunca caindo na mesmisse e ao mesmo tempo nunca me apegando às coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Essa parte da vida é muito ruim... Quem me vê pensa que eu não quero nada, mal sabem as pessoas que nem eu sei o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito inconstante, geminiana até o último fio de cabelo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-5622153765844527171?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5622153765844527171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5622153765844527171' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5622153765844527171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5622153765844527171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/11/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TNDwp6gG11I/AAAAAAAAAZM/fmO3jG1hDoo/s72-c/mudar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-437615589094994951</id><published>2010-10-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:57:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TLz7ASTWwsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4qLRd5DApxY/s1600/rc_wedding_cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TLz7ASTWwsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4qLRd5DApxY/s400/rc_wedding_cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529570424835719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TLz6HXmhPsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/l2lVE2IgtK0/s1600/3385432543_98fb2e8a8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data marcada, contrato fechado, ansiedade e preparativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia estar mais feliz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-437615589094994951?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/437615589094994951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=437615589094994951' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/437615589094994951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/437615589094994951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/10/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TLz7ASTWwsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4qLRd5DApxY/s72-c/rc_wedding_cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6587851923834850427</id><published>2010-09-22T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:21:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ostara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJofAEna4AI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rqxi827FYRA/s1600/478d9aa9c21fa_137426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJofAEna4AI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rqxi827FYRA/s400/478d9aa9c21fa_137426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519758379395506178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6587851923834850427?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6587851923834850427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6587851923834850427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6587851923834850427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6587851923834850427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/09/feliz-ostara.html' title='Feliz Ostara!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJofAEna4AI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rqxi827FYRA/s72-c/478d9aa9c21fa_137426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3587102348036167790</id><published>2010-09-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:16:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meses depois.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-LDFmW_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cr8ww4HrMmM/s1600/1950s.6791021_large_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-LDFmW_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cr8ww4HrMmM/s400/1950s.6791021_large_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519370440359173106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito tempo que não mexo aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;Mudando algumas coisinhas e voltando a escrever (se rolar inspiração né).&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua a mesma e eu também, ainda esperançosa sobre todas as coisas, tentando mudar, crescer e, principalmente, continuar nisso aqui porque viver é difícil pra caramba!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3587102348036167790?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3587102348036167790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3587102348036167790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3587102348036167790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3587102348036167790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/09/meses-depois.html' title='Meses depois.'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-LDFmW_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cr8ww4HrMmM/s72-c/1950s.6791021_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6780706471547456695</id><published>2010-04-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:05:25.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S8JxwrNQfoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VwSlCQrHHek/s1600/shine_sp07_crying_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S8JxwrNQfoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VwSlCQrHHek/s400/shine_sp07_crying_baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459050779372453506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida fosse fácil bebê não nascia chorando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6780706471547456695?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6780706471547456695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6780706471547456695' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6780706471547456695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6780706471547456695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/04/filosofando.html' title='Filosofando'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S8JxwrNQfoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VwSlCQrHHek/s72-c/shine_sp07_crying_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8359984769042746733</id><published>2010-04-06T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:09:14.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7uGzwGwSAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3K8LIqJ-SVY/s1600/4335962054_1f61680cb2_o_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7uGzwGwSAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3K8LIqJ-SVY/s400/4335962054_1f61680cb2_o_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457103597134170114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva, frio, chocolate, músicas tristes, roupa quentinha, cabelo escovado e meias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de esperar o tempo passar e sentí-lo passar.&lt;br /&gt;Dia de não ver pessoas e seus olhares de desaprovação.&lt;br /&gt;Dia de esquecer as lembranças ruins e gostar de si propria&lt;br /&gt;Dia de olhar para dentro e sentir a segurança de ser você mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8359984769042746733?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8359984769042746733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8359984769042746733' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8359984769042746733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8359984769042746733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7uGzwGwSAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3K8LIqJ-SVY/s72-c/4335962054_1f61680cb2_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4082257937554764709</id><published>2010-03-31T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:09:34.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7NXdkeo_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-NU_5qzCE-c/s1600/2604530293_e3952b1ba7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7NXdkeo_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-NU_5qzCE-c/s400/2604530293_e3952b1ba7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454799739195817778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now,&lt;br /&gt;The rope is here,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll find a use,&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill myself,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my head in a noose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só pra atualizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4082257937554764709?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4082257937554764709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4082257937554764709' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4082257937554764709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4082257937554764709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/03/suicidal-dream.html' title='Suicidal Dream'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S7NXdkeo_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-NU_5qzCE-c/s72-c/2604530293_e3952b1ba7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1651909584384567102</id><published>2010-03-11T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:41:20.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu quero ser quando crescer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S5kPEfipP5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/64cMTrX2V54/s1600-h/arte_mulher_duvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S5kPEfipP5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/64cMTrX2V54/s400/arte_mulher_duvida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447401794142027666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais triste de você terminar a faculdade nem é a saudade que você vai sentir dos amigos e do ambiente (isso, aliás eu tiro de letra!), o mais triste mesmo é você perceber que você não queria fazer nada daquilo que fez.&lt;br /&gt;Não me vejo atuando na profissão e nem acho que um dia isso vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Pra piorar mais ainda a minha situação eu não faço a mínima ideia do que fazer agora. Não quero ser nada, não sei fazer nada, não nasci pra nada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai... deprimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1651909584384567102?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1651909584384567102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1651909584384567102' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1651909584384567102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1651909584384567102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-eu-quero-ser-quando-crescer.html' title='O que eu quero ser quando crescer?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S5kPEfipP5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/64cMTrX2V54/s72-c/arte_mulher_duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5606833272581587296</id><published>2010-02-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:51:31.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S4kjVFOaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CXdP-IftqfE/s1600-h/snoopy-missing-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S4kjVFOaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CXdP-IftqfE/s400/snoopy-missing-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442920469740791762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após as últimas 3 semanas percebi que a saudade não é um sentimento assim tão incomodo, pior mesmo é a carência.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta da pessoa em si, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mais falta ainda te companhia, de toque, de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 5 anos de paparico eu não consigo ficar sozinha =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-5606833272581587296?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5606833272581587296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5606833272581587296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5606833272581587296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5606833272581587296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/02/carencia.html' title='Carência'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S4kjVFOaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CXdP-IftqfE/s72-c/snoopy-missing-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6435514544001832303</id><published>2010-02-10T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:20:19.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S3LOpTRsB0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mWaD9veoMOs/s1600-h/authentic-drama-queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S3LOpTRsB0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mWaD9veoMOs/s400/authentic-drama-queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436634909134030658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes acho que tudo dá errado na minha vida porque eu não fico repassando essas correntes que eu recebo por e mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum...... não né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6435514544001832303?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6435514544001832303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6435514544001832303' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6435514544001832303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6435514544001832303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-queen.html' title='Drama Queen'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S3LOpTRsB0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mWaD9veoMOs/s72-c/authentic-drama-queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-9153100620447952024</id><published>2010-02-01T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:29:16.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tenho criatividade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S2dxxYOkj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ISrX-_hamTs/s1600-h/depressed-child1_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S2dxxYOkj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ISrX-_hamTs/s400/depressed-child1_2112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433436568576888738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou gorda! 23 quilos a mais do que deveria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu for feliz eu volto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-9153100620447952024?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/9153100620447952024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=9153100620447952024' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/9153100620447952024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/9153100620447952024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-tenho-criatividade.html' title='Não tenho criatividade'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S2dxxYOkj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ISrX-_hamTs/s72-c/depressed-child1_2112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1708780123393527352</id><published>2010-01-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:27:48.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser você mesmo compensa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S0zpRimuqvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cMdxLgMchZc/s1600-h/be_different_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S0zpRimuqvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cMdxLgMchZc/s400/be_different_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425968138630900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança já me sentia diferente e isso não me fazia feliz. Queria ser como as outras pessoas, queria pensar como elas, agir como elas e ser amada por elas.&lt;br /&gt;Passei tantos anos pensando que havia algo de errado comigo que não pude aproveitar tudo de bom que eu tinha. Grazadeus um dia eu acordei (revoltei seria a palavra certa).&lt;br /&gt;Nesses últimos anos fui muito criticada, as pessoas não entendem que eu não gosto de fingir ser alguém... É tão bom ser você mesma!! Falar o que tem vontade, expor suas opiniões sem medo, ter a liberdade de amar ou odiar alguém (e ser amado e odiado também!).&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo de nada, durmo com a cabeça tranquila todos os dias e sinto muita vergonha de quem ainda tenta forçar a barra só pra se sentir dentro de um determinado grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não preciso que me amem, porque eu já me amo o suficiente e nada paga o preço disso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1708780123393527352?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1708780123393527352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1708780123393527352' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1708780123393527352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1708780123393527352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2010/01/ser-voce-mesmo-compensa.html' title='Ser você mesmo compensa.'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/S0zpRimuqvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cMdxLgMchZc/s72-c/be_different_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6568491304400319803</id><published>2009-12-31T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:52:24.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 será diferente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzzkzSncc_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/8dSiJqW3XYQ/s1600-h/HappyNewYearPinUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzzkzSncc_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/8dSiJqW3XYQ/s400/HappyNewYearPinUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459621268976626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece (ou conhece o meu orkut ou twitter) sabe que 2009 foi um dos piores anos da minha vida. Passei por tanta coisa desagradável, tanta coisa chata, tanta coisa ruim que prefiro nem comentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei aqui minha listinha de coisas pra fazer em 2009, vamos ver se eu cumpri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1- arranjar um emprego (top)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - arranjei e desarranjei tbm hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2- parar de fazer bobagens no cabelo (de uma vez por todas)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - não, né...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3- estudar mais u_u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - isso eu fiz, mas não obtive bons resultados =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4- sair mais&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - não sei se foi mais que em 2008, mas até que saí um bocadinho sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5- me formar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- HAHAHA, essa pula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6- ir a uma festa a fantasia (eu não desisto nunca) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- NÃO FUI! Mas não desisti u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7- emagrecer 2 kg (praxe né)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - engordei CINCO!!!!! Vou ali me matar e já volto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8- brigar menos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Nem tenho com quem brigar mais hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9- ter mais motivos pra sorrir &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- NÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10- completar belos 5 anos de namoro &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Quase que não foi hein! Mas foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;11- morar sozinha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Infelizmente não, mas sustento para 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;12- ler mais&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;13- ter menos preguiça &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Continuo a mesma preguiçosa de sempre, beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;14- comer menos besteira&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - Virei sócia do Mc Donald's quase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;15- parar com o refrigerante (ai! minha pepsi e minha fanta uva)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - isso eu fiz \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16- largar um pouco a internet&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - Muito! Orkut é quase nada pra mim agora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;17- fazer mais novo amigos&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;18- viajar (mesmo que seja pra uma cidade vizinha)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - Só se eu fugisse de casa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;19- ser mais firme, mais enérgica&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - com o meu cachorro e o meu namorado eu fui, deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;20- amar mais a mim mesma&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - Não, continuo querendo morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;21- ter uma agenda &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- não tbm, mas providenciei um diário pra desabafos super suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;22- ter hora para acordar e se possível para dormir &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Acho que nunca !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;23- não cortar o cabelo u_u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; - TOSEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;24- não gastar rios de dinheiro comida (leia-se besteiras) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- acho que foi o que eu mais fiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;25- não criar falsas expectativas sobre coisas impossíveis &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- TOTAL!!! isso NUNCA MAIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bom, Feliz 2010 pra todos!! Que seja um ano muito melhor que esse (que eu já joguei no lixo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/2757166463219767360-6568491304400319803?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6568491304400319803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6568491304400319803' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6568491304400319803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6568491304400319803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-sera-diferente.html' title='2010 será diferente?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzzkzSncc_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/8dSiJqW3XYQ/s72-c/HappyNewYearPinUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3178043093116310886</id><published>2009-12-27T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:38:44.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me prostituindo - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Szfh5VETaRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8i4Fdf57tjk/s1600-h/xuxa-me-fudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Szfh5VETaRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8i4Fdf57tjk/s400/xuxa-me-fudi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420049051587668242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior coisa da vida trabalhar com pessoas que você tem vontade de matar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me prostituindo e tomando no cu, fikdik!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3178043093116310886?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3178043093116310886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3178043093116310886' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3178043093116310886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3178043093116310886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-prostituindo-parte-2.html' title='Me prostituindo - parte 2'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Szfh5VETaRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8i4Fdf57tjk/s72-c/xuxa-me-fudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-377615212050532197</id><published>2009-12-25T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:52:29.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me prostituindo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzUl_Pw2L3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z-CpfQU4nh0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzUl_Pw2L3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z-CpfQU4nh0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419279495103655794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando num lugar com pessoas insuportáveis e acabando com meus fins de semana pra ganhar uma miseria.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-377615212050532197?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/377615212050532197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=377615212050532197' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/377615212050532197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/377615212050532197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-prostituindo.html' title='Me prostituindo.'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SzUl_Pw2L3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z-CpfQU4nh0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1865409762637625596</id><published>2009-12-03T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:00:45.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SxfEbsajzLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxKQKo2Adr4/s1600-h/sleeping_cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SxfEbsajzLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxKQKo2Adr4/s400/sleeping_cat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411009457367010482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia vc acorda e tudo que tem vontade de fazer é nada.&lt;br /&gt;NADA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1865409762637625596?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1865409762637625596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1865409762637625596' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1865409762637625596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1865409762637625596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/12/nada.html' title='NADA'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SxfEbsajzLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxKQKo2Adr4/s72-c/sleeping_cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7508579107626298021</id><published>2009-11-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:27:35.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mão amiga</title><content type='html'>Ainda bem que existe 1 pessoa que me dá a mão e tenta me levantar, isso mesmo, só 1.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo muito decepcionada com todas as pessoas eu ainda dedico todo o meu amor a ela.&lt;br /&gt;Brigada Tha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7508579107626298021?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7508579107626298021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7508579107626298021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7508579107626298021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7508579107626298021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/mao-amiga.html' title='Mão amiga'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4992763877299709657</id><published>2009-11-21T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:49:22.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferno astral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SwhuYPPA1OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GE-DaTpHuqs/s1600/Sad_by_Queenenigma09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SwhuYPPA1OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GE-DaTpHuqs/s400/Sad_by_Queenenigma09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406692715343697122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina quando TUDO dá errado....&lt;br /&gt;TU-DO!&lt;br /&gt;Agora imagina quando você tenta consertar e a coisa piora.&lt;br /&gt;Agora junta aí umas irônias do destino.&lt;br /&gt;Pega tudo e engole a seco sem uma gota de água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim estou.&lt;br /&gt;No placar: Vida &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;  X  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; Eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4992763877299709657?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4992763877299709657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4992763877299709657' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4992763877299709657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4992763877299709657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/inferno-astral.html' title='Inferno astral'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SwhuYPPA1OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GE-DaTpHuqs/s72-c/Sad_by_Queenenigma09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3062528637756420521</id><published>2009-11-11T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:35:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Peixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Svr1zHYbI2I/AAAAAAAAATw/kpRRQBUXAac/s1600-h/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Svr1zHYbI2I/AAAAAAAAATw/kpRRQBUXAac/s400/116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900961487954786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Peixes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (19/2 – 20/3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Ontem tinha DÚVIDAS, hoje… NÃO SEI!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o pisciano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca um protetor amoroso, uma alma irmã, uma pessoa espiritualizada, que saiba aceitar seu humor sempre mutável e sua necessidade de solidão e de privacidade. Ah! E que goste de bichos..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o pisciano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Qual você disse que era o seu nome mesmo?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um pisciano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Diga para agarrarem-se a si mesmos e esquecerem dos outros. Marque encontro com eles em locais brilhantes, barulhentos, superpovoados, como o metrô da Sé. Deixe-os falando sem parar e no fim diga que não entendeu nada.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o pisciano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Pai Celestial, enquanto eu me preparo para consumir este último quinto de scotch para esquecer minha dor e meu sofrimento, possa minha embriaguez servir para aumentar sua Honra e Glória.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o pisciano atravessou a rua?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que rua? Ih, é…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o pisciano…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Toma esse amuleto, guarda com você… protege contra assaltos..’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do pisciano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não me siga. Também não me lembro pra onde eu estava indo’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos piscianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O quê? A luz está apagada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahaha adorei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*na imagem a pisciana Drew Barrymore*&lt;br /&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/2757166463219767360-3062528637756420521?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3062528637756420521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3062528637756420521' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3062528637756420521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3062528637756420521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-peixes.html' title='Signos - Peixes'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Svr1zHYbI2I/AAAAAAAAATw/kpRRQBUXAac/s72-c/116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5979699692457624932</id><published>2009-11-09T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:04:56.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Aquário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvhZmtpYGZI/AAAAAAAAATo/bYdBA-Sob9k/s1600-h/MischaBarton_Spellman_13607026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvhZmtpYGZI/AAAAAAAAATo/bYdBA-Sob9k/s400/MischaBarton_Spellman_13607026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402166274653952402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquário &lt;/strong&gt;(20/1 – 18/2)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Já estou guardando grana, para construir a NOSSA bela casa lá na LUA’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o aquariano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca um amigo e amante que seja socialmente adaptável, tenha preocupações sociais, goste de seus amigos, e não seja pegajoso. Dá muito valor à liberdade e à afinidade intelectual dentro de um relacionamento.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o aquariano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Agora vamos tentar sem roupas’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um aquariano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Torne-se pessoal e íntimo. Ao encontrá-los, dê um longo abraço e fique apertando-o contra o peito, emocionado, lacrimejante. Insista para que eles liguem várias vezes por dia para posicioná-los de seus movimentos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o aquariano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oi, Deus! Alguns dizem que você é homem. Outros dizem que você é mulher. Eu digo que todos nós somos DEUS. Então, por que rezar? Vamos fazer uma festa!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o aquariano atravessou a rua?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso faz parte de uma experiência que trará incontáveis avanços tecnológicos no futuro.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o aquariano….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ah, pessoal, já que tá todo mundo bem, porque não esquecemos essa estória e vamos jogar banco imobiliário?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do aquariano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Não tenho tudo que amo, mas tô pouco me lixando para posses’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Quantos aquarianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Vão aparecer centenas, todos competindo para ver quem vai ser o único a trazer a luz ao mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem comentários para aquarianos, conheço vários e um mais diferente do outro então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*na imagem a aquariana Mischa Barton*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-5979699692457624932?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5979699692457624932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5979699692457624932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5979699692457624932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5979699692457624932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-aquario.html' title='Signos - Aquário'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvhZmtpYGZI/AAAAAAAAATo/bYdBA-Sob9k/s72-c/MischaBarton_Spellman_13607026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3481328551564453845</id><published>2009-11-03T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:22:58.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Capricórnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvA8p4fGFhI/AAAAAAAAATg/smhOesmqcZg/s1600-h/kate_moss_bridal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvA8p4fGFhI/AAAAAAAAATg/smhOesmqcZg/s400/kate_moss_bridal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399882643452335634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricórnio &lt;/strong&gt;(22/12 – 19/1)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘HOJE assumi o cargo de vice-diretor de uma empresa que ORGANIZAREI, e será sucesso daqui a 10 ANOS’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o capricorniano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca um parceiro que seja equilibrado e que possa ajudá-lo a alcançar uma posição de destaque e de status na vida. A lealdade e o apoio são mais importantes para ele do que a paixão.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o capricorniano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Você tem cartão de visitas?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um capricorniano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Organize tudo para que se sintam inúteis.Lembre-os de sua baixa posição social. Embarace-os em público: faça escândalos, berre com eles. Deixe-os esperando, nunca chegue na hora marcada.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o capricorniano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Querido Pai, eu estava indo rezar, mas acho que devo descobrir as coisas por mim mesmo. Obrigado de qualquer forma.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o capricorniano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque foi pechinchar nas lojas do outro lado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o capricorniano….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Quanto levaram??’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do capricorniano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tenho tudo que amo, e trabalho muito para ter mais ainda’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Quantos capricornianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nenhum. Capricornianos não trocam lâmpadas – a não ser que seja um negócio lucrativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Engraçado, todo capricorniano que eu conheço é assim meio vagaba hahahaha.... mas não me dou bem com eles, são esquisitos e muito difíceis de conviver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*na imagem a capricorniana Kate Moss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3481328551564453845?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3481328551564453845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3481328551564453845' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3481328551564453845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3481328551564453845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-capricornio.html' title='Signos - Capricórnio'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SvA8p4fGFhI/AAAAAAAAATg/smhOesmqcZg/s72-c/kate_moss_bridal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6106251100426591929</id><published>2009-11-01T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:16:17.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Sagitário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5O5m3YTeI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZCH7Y9MQvk8/s1600-h/mainUntitled-1_573533a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5O5m3YTeI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZCH7Y9MQvk8/s400/mainUntitled-1_573533a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339754856140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagitário&lt;/strong&gt; (22/11 – 21/12)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Já te disse 1.000.000 de vezes que NUNCA EXAGERO!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o sagitariano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca partilhar seu idealismo e seu senso de justiça com o outro. A relação tem que incluir espírito de aventura, gostar de viajar, estudar, aprender. O parceiro tem que saber compreender sua necessidade de liberdade, de fugir da rotina e sua aguda franqueza.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o sagitariano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Não me ligue – Eu ligo pra você’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um sagitariano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dê a eles bastantes responsabilidades. Coloque realismo na sua filosofia. Nunca ria das piadas deles. Não tope nenhuma aventura ou quebra de rotina e esteja sempre de mau-humor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o sagitariano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘OH ONIPOTENTE, ONISCIENTE, TODO AMOROSO, TODO PODEROSO, ONIPRESENTE, ETERNO DEUS, SE EU LHE PEÇO UMA VEZ, ESTOU PEDINDO CENTENAS DE VEZES, AJUDE-ME A PARAR DE EXAGERAR!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o sagitariano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque a idéia pareceu maneira e deu vontade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o sagitariano ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Vamos dar queixa na policia!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do sagitariano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não tenho tudo que amo, mas também nada que me ama me tem’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos sagitarianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol está brilhando, está cedo, nós temos a vida inteira pela frente, e você está preocupado em trocar uma lâmpada estúpida?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só uma coisa, paciência para aturar, MUITA paciência&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*na imagem as sagitarianas Christina Aguilera e Britney Spears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6106251100426591929?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6106251100426591929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6106251100426591929' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6106251100426591929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6106251100426591929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-sagitario.html' title='Signos - Sagitário'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5O5m3YTeI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZCH7Y9MQvk8/s72-c/mainUntitled-1_573533a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6186817971475675550</id><published>2009-11-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:25:35.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5Cy_7ArrI/AAAAAAAAASI/FXj1d6J1tG0/s1600-h/winona-ryder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5Cy_7ArrI/AAAAAAAAASI/FXj1d6J1tG0/s400/winona-ryder1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399326447183638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escorpião &lt;/strong&gt;(23/10 – 21/11)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Sou super LIBERAL… mas onde você foi, MESMO?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o escorpiano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deseja misturar sua bagagem emocional e material com a do parceiro e espera que este seja adaptável às mais bruscas e extremas transformações que possam ocorrer na vida em comum como, por exemplo, suas crises de ciúmes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o escorpiano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Talvez eu deva desamarrar você agora’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um escorpiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Faça perguntas pessoais. Saiba muito sobre eles e dê a entender. Obtenha mais sucesso do que eles e se vanglorie. Repita sempre: -’Isso não é da sua conta!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o escorpiano reza antes de dormir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Querido Deus, ajude-me a perdoar meus inimigos, mesmo que os crápulas não mereçam.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o escorpiano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque era proibido.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o escorpiano….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra si mesmo, revoltado: – ‘É nessas horas que é bom andar armado…’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do escorpiano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não ‘possuo’ tudo que amo, mas amo tudo que ‘possuo’. E cuido bem de perto’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Quantos escorpianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas quem quer saber? Por que ‘Você’ quer saber? Você é um policial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*na imagem a escorpiana(?) Winona Ryder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757166463219767360-6186817971475675550?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6186817971475675550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6186817971475675550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6186817971475675550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6186817971475675550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-escorpiao.html' title='Signos - Escorpião'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5Cy_7ArrI/AAAAAAAAASI/FXj1d6J1tG0/s72-c/winona-ryder1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4072213015946834251</id><published>2009-11-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:13:36.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Libra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5APAYI7tI/AAAAAAAAASA/yfn6ZH5ldm0/s1600-h/gwen-stefani-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5APAYI7tI/AAAAAAAAASA/yfn6ZH5ldm0/s400/gwen-stefani-picture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399323629807267538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Libra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(23/9 – 22/10)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘A justiça tarda mas não falha, pois está sempre COMIGO’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o libriano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca apreciação mútua e igualdade de compromissos e obrigações entre as partes. Seu objetivo maior é a cooperação, ter alguém para partilhar e para admirar. Detesta pessoas rudes, agressivas ou deselegantes a seu lado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o libriano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Eu gostei se você também gostou’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um libriano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Diga bastante – ‘Isso é com você, decida logo!’. Leve-os a locais feios. Aja de forma grosseira em público, tire melecas, arrote, fale palavrões, vire cerveja na mesa, chame o garçom pelo nome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o libriano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Querido Deus, eu sei que eu deveria tomar minhas decisões sozinho, mas, por outro lado, o que VOCÊ acha?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o libriano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ele nem precisou atravessar. Alguém acabou oferecendo carona para ele.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o libriano…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ah, gente, não foi nada, só um assaltozinho à toa… eu mesmo já passei por cinco’..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do libriano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não tenho tudo que amo, mas vou ficar conhecendo no sábado à noite’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos librianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, na realidade eu não sei. Acho que depende de quando a lâmpada foi queimada. Talvez só um, se for uma lâmpada comum, mas talvez dois se a pessoa não souber onde encontrar a lâmpada, ou…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conheço poucos, SE conheço algum, não conheço quase ninguém mesmo hahahaha, enfim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*na imagem a libriana Gwen Stefani*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4072213015946834251?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4072213015946834251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4072213015946834251' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4072213015946834251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4072213015946834251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/11/signos-libra.html' title='Signos - Libra'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Su5APAYI7tI/AAAAAAAAASA/yfn6ZH5ldm0/s72-c/gwen-stefani-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1482800508927345602</id><published>2009-10-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:52:56.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Virgem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SucJJb7MaII/AAAAAAAAARY/GMukip13SD4/s1600-h/news-cameron-diaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SucJJb7MaII/AAAAAAAAARY/GMukip13SD4/s400/news-cameron-diaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397292736146335874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Virgem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(23/8 – 22/9)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Já te disse que sou SUPER DEMOCRATA… mas porque você ainda não fez o que eu MANDEI?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o virginiano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca um relacionamento funcional onde predomine a ordem, a limpeza, e o bom senso, alguém que faça com que tudo corra como deve ser, sem sair da rotina, e sem grandes contratempos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o virginiano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Preciso lavar os lençóis’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um virginiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Choramingue bastante. Desarrume sua casa, atrapalhe sua programação, esqueça de atarraxar a pasta de dente. Diante do armário do banheiro, indague: ‘para que tanto remédio?’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o virginiano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Querido Deus, por favor faça do mundo um lugar melhor, e não o destrua como você fez da última vez.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o virginiano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ele ainda não atravessou porque está medindo a largura da rua, a velocidade dos carros, se essa experiência é válida, qual seria a melhor hora de atravessar essa rua, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o virginiano…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodando, preocupado:&lt;br /&gt;‘Vocês tem certeza que não e melhor chamar um medico? Ou medir a temperatura?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do virginiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Não me siga. Preciso passar no médico’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Quantos virginianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Vamos ver: um para virar a lâmpada, um para anotar quando a lâmpada queimou e a data em que ela foi comprada, outro para decidir de quem foi a culpa da lâmpada ter sido queimada, dez para decidir remodelar a casa enquanto o resto troca a lâmpada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço poucos, gosto de uma pessoa em especial e, aliás, não enxergo essas características nela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*na imagem a virginiana Cameron Diaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1482800508927345602?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1482800508927345602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1482800508927345602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1482800508927345602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1482800508927345602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-virgem.html' title='Signos - Virgem'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SucJJb7MaII/AAAAAAAAARY/GMukip13SD4/s72-c/news-cameron-diaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3830101251818282969</id><published>2009-10-19T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:40:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/St0_HDkS0bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/diCP9qjx_Lg/s1600-h/madonna-picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/St0_HDkS0bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/diCP9qjx_Lg/s400/madonna-picture-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394537319108891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leão &lt;/strong&gt;(23/7 - 22/8)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Antigamente EU era vaidoso, mas agora me curei e estou PERFEITO!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o leonino espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Busca alguém com quem compartilhar suas idéias criativas, que goste de crianças e queira ter filhos. Geralmente deseja mais uma platéia para aplaudi-lo ou um companheiro de brincadeiras, do que um verdadeiro amor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o leonino diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Não foi incrivelmente fantástico?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um leonino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ignore-os. Esqueça o nome deles e pergunte ‘Qual é mesmo o seu nome?’. Em público, não os apresente às pessoas importantes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o leonino reza antes de dormir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Oi, Papi! Eu posso apostar como você está realmente orgulhoso em ter a mim como seu filho!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o leonino atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para chamar a atenção, sair nos jornais, revistas, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o leonino….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Vou pegar esse fdp!!’… e sai correndo porta afora.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do leonino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Tudo que tenho me ama’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos leoninos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um leonino não troca lâmpadas, a não ser que ele segure a Lâmpada e o mundo gire em torno dele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os leoninos que eu conheço são incrivelmente nojentos, egoístas ao extremo e muito cheios de si. Não preciso nem dizer que não suporto conviver com eles né?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Na imagem a leonina Madonna*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3830101251818282969?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3830101251818282969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3830101251818282969' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3830101251818282969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3830101251818282969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-leao.html' title='Signos - Leão'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/St0_HDkS0bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/diCP9qjx_Lg/s72-c/madonna-picture-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1791360353145468040</id><published>2009-10-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:06:17.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Câncer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/StuDMH0qE4I/AAAAAAAAARI/WH4hvG0OKy8/s1600-h/Lindsay_Lohan_420598a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/StuDMH0qE4I/AAAAAAAAARI/WH4hvG0OKy8/s400/Lindsay_Lohan_420598a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394049222987879298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Câncer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(21/6 - 22/7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Lar… Meu doce LAR!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o canceriano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Procura alguém de que possa cuidar, nutrir, paparicar como um bebê. Também busca a segurança que o relacionamento pode dar e alguém que consiga tolerar seu humor instável, um hora alegre, outra hora depressivo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o canceriano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Quando vamos nos casar?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um canceriano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Insulte sua mãe (com classe, é claro). Critique sua casa. Advirta-o de que ele pode perder o emprego. Diga que aquela foto de família pendurada na sala é brega e confunda o retrato da ‘vovozinha querida’ com o Mike Tyson.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o canceriano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Querido Papaizinho, sei que eu não deveria depender tanto de você, mas você é a Única pessoa com quem eu posso sempre contar, enquanto meu seguro cobertor está sendo lavado.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o canceriano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque estava se sentindo só e abandonado deste lado de cá.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o canceriano ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Preocupado, vai te confortar:&lt;br /&gt;‘Senta aqui… Você está bem? com certeza não se machucou? Quer um copo d’água com açúcar?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do canceriano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘Não tenho tudo que amo, mas amo tudo que tenho’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos cancerianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente um. Mas leva três anos para um terapeuta ajuda-lo a passar pelo processo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não tenho o que falar de cancearinos... acho que conheço poucos e convivo com nenhum, mas não me parecem ser pessoas difíceis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Na imagem a canceriana Lindsay Lohan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-1606"&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/2757166463219767360-1791360353145468040?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1791360353145468040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1791360353145468040' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1791360353145468040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1791360353145468040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-cancer.html' title='Signos - Câncer'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/StuDMH0qE4I/AAAAAAAAARI/WH4hvG0OKy8/s72-c/Lindsay_Lohan_420598a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7596459084966778712</id><published>2009-10-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:07:40.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Gêmeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Stch9CJIq8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VvpZxSvOS3A/s1600-h/nicole-kidman-000a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Stch9CJIq8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VvpZxSvOS3A/s400/nicole-kidman-000a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392816411230383042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gêmeos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (21/5 - 20/6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Odeio fofocas… Mas… já te contei a última?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o geminiano espera de seu parceiro: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o geminiano o que conta é o companheirismo, o ter alguém com quem conversar, trocar idéias, e principalmente para ouvi-lo. Gostaria de encontrar o seu gêmeo ou sósia intelectual. Quer sentir-se livre para ir e vir quando bem entender.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o geminiano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Você viu o controle remoto?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um geminiano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aborreça-os com lágrimas e longos monólogos sobre sua vida emocional. Não converse com ele, em absoluto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o geminiano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ Hei Deus…Ou será deusa?… Quem é você?… O que é você?… Onde está você?… Quantos de você há? Eu não posso te imaginar!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o geminiano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se nem ele sabe, como é que eu vou saber?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o geminiano….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘È impressionante o preço que pagamos pra conviver num meio urbano… E essa criminalidade é assustadora, pois as diferenças sociais se acentuam e blá blá blá’… (FICA falando por meia hora)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do geminiano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não me siga, posso mudar de destino a qualquer momento’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Quantos geminianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dois (claro). Vai durar o final de semana inteiro, mas quando estiver pronto, a lâmpada vai fazer o serviço da Casa, falar francês e ficar da cor que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, Adooooooooooooooooro geminianos!! Não é porque é o meu signo não, eu adoro mesmo! Afinidade assim... completa. Em geral somos muito chatos, admito, mas dependendo do ponto de vista somos muito legais também =B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Na imagem a geminiana Nicole Kidman, Minha DEUSA!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7596459084966778712?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7596459084966778712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7596459084966778712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7596459084966778712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7596459084966778712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-gemeos.html' title='Signos - Gêmeos'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Stch9CJIq8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VvpZxSvOS3A/s72-c/nicole-kidman-000a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2428847779023958992</id><published>2009-10-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:10:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Touro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SshYi0kjRII/AAAAAAAAAQA/WvqOjzHzRrM/s1600-h/renee-zellweger-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SshYi0kjRII/AAAAAAAAAQA/WvqOjzHzRrM/s400/renee-zellweger-picture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388654309399544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Touro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (20/4 - 20/5):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Amor numa cabana? Só se for 5 ESTRELAS’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o taurino espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A ênfase é para a parte prática do relacionamento: quem vai pagar a conta, onde se vai morar, a estabilidade que a relação traz, e a satisfação sensual que o parceiro pode proporcionar, sejam na cama ou à mesa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o taurino diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Estou com fome - passe a pizza’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um taurino:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaste o dinheiro deles, peça para Dar uma dentada no seu sanduíche ou na sua maçã, desperdice seu material, não devolva suas coisas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o taurino reza antes de dormir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Deus, por favor, ajude-me a aceitar MUDANÇAS em minha vida, mas NÃO AGORA.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o taurino atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque encasquetou com a idéia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o taurino…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenta sem se preocupar muito:&lt;br /&gt;‘Ah, o importante é que você está bem.. Vão-se OS anéis mas ficam OS dedos…’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do taurino: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Não tenho tudo que amo… Mas é uma questão de tempo e paciência..’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quantos taurinos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum. Taurinos não gostam de mudar nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo taurino que eu conheço dá maior importancia a bens materiais. Não gosto de taurinos, motivos pessoais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*Na imagem, a taurina Renee Zellweger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2428847779023958992?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2428847779023958992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2428847779023958992' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2428847779023958992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2428847779023958992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-touro.html' title='Signos - Touro'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SshYi0kjRII/AAAAAAAAAQA/WvqOjzHzRrM/s72-c/renee-zellweger-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8285140811769742772</id><published>2009-10-01T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:18:56.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signos - Áries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsWbBg3pDQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QT-uA_UM52Y/s1600-h/victoria-beckham1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsWbBg3pDQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QT-uA_UM52Y/s400/victoria-beckham1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387882979524152578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Áries (21/3 - 19/4):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;‘Não sei bem o que quero, só sei que quero JÁ!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. O que o ariano espera de seu parceiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para o ariano, o que importa é a conquista. O desafio de conseguir a pessoa amada é sua principal motivação. Pode perder o interesse quando consegue seu objetivo. Gosta de correr riscos, o que pode levá-lo a se envolver em triângulos amorosos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que o ariano diz depois do sexo: &lt;/strong&gt;‘Legal, vamos de novo!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Como irritar um ariano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale com ele dando uma enorme pausa entre as palavras. Não deixe que ele fale, ou, se falar, corte pelo meio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Como o ariano reza antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Querido Deus! Dê-me PACIÊNCIA, e eu a quero AGORA’!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Por que o ariano atravessou a rua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Certamente para bater boca com alguém que estava do outro lado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Você foi assaltado e o ariano….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá um soco na mesa e diz:&lt;br /&gt;‘Mas que merda! Não se pode andar mais tranqüilo na rua nos dias de hoje!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Adesivo para o vidro do carro do ariano: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Passa por cima, Ô babaca!’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;9. Quantos arianos são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Apenas um, mas serão necessárias muitas lâmpadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Em geral não gosto de arianos, é um signo tão masculino que tem a maior característica dos homens: Só se importar consigo mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Como não tive boas experiências com arianos (Com alguns eu tive hein Tha!!) dou uma dica: Tenha paciência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Na imagem a ariana Victoria Beckham*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757166463219767360-8285140811769742772?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8285140811769742772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8285140811769742772' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8285140811769742772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8285140811769742772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/10/signos-aries.html' title='Signos - Áries'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsWbBg3pDQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QT-uA_UM52Y/s72-c/victoria-beckham1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1092549261130828022</id><published>2009-09-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:09:25.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsRHicHgmII/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZOMLXsjl1FI/s1600-h/The_Makeup_Room_by_kirstie1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsRHicHgmII/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZOMLXsjl1FI/s400/The_Makeup_Room_by_kirstie1974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387509711230769282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 99% das meninas que eu conheço que foram mais zoadas no tempo da escola são hoje mulheres lindas.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- 99% das meninas que eu conheço que eram as mais lindas e populares na época da escola são hoje bem barangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dá muitas voltas mesmo, quem já sofreu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullying &lt;/span&gt;no colégio sabe do que eu to falando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1092549261130828022?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1092549261130828022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1092549261130828022' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1092549261130828022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1092549261130828022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-mundo-da-voltas.html' title='O mundo dá voltas!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SsRHicHgmII/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZOMLXsjl1FI/s72-c/The_Makeup_Room_by_kirstie1974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6622851038498767515</id><published>2009-09-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:35:14.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrpOFtfvYqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kRzW6zd9LrE/s1600-h/687_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrpOFtfvYqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kRzW6zd9LrE/s400/687_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702164493886114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dispensa comentários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6622851038498767515?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6622851038498767515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6622851038498767515' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6622851038498767515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6622851038498767515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/09/morri.html' title='Morri'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrpOFtfvYqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kRzW6zd9LrE/s72-c/687_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2276968406046373042</id><published>2009-09-16T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:22:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Ano de Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrEer9oojxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2NZ7wyjZncA/s1600-h/birthday_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrEer9oojxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2NZ7wyjZncA/s400/birthday_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382116770312654610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára tudooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu blog fez 1 ano e eu nem percebi =~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano de lamentações e NADA mudou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2276968406046373042?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2276968406046373042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2276968406046373042' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2276968406046373042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2276968406046373042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-ano-de-blog.html' title='1 Ano de Blog'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SrEer9oojxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2NZ7wyjZncA/s72-c/birthday_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8252754717120532985</id><published>2009-09-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:02:16.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipocrisia é o que há!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sq8ttsw4D2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/U0oWpGwGaHw/s1600-h/84333026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sq8ttsw4D2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/U0oWpGwGaHw/s400/84333026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381570342864555874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal vai ter sempre aquela pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que fala mal de você, te critica a todo o momento, aquela que vez ou outra te faz sentir O ERRADO.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela mesma que se diz um anjo, nunca mente, jamais, em hipótese alguma! Aquela pessoinha perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que faz tudo exatamente igual a você, porque se não faz, lá no fundo gostaria MUITO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desprezo esse tipo de gente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8252754717120532985?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8252754717120532985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8252754717120532985' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8252754717120532985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8252754717120532985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/09/hipocrisia-e-o-que-ha.html' title='Hipocrisia é o que há!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sq8ttsw4D2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/U0oWpGwGaHw/s72-c/84333026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5536550196949881049</id><published>2009-09-08T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:38:48.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que significam os sonhos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SqZsaOQKpcI/AAAAAAAAANw/9oSBlyrCAHM/s1600-h/nightmare_by_lucyluh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SqZsaOQKpcI/AAAAAAAAANw/9oSBlyrCAHM/s400/nightmare_by_lucyluh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379106002698937794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou dar a resposta porque não sei, só queria mesmo questionar.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que sonho com alguma coisa ruim fico me perguntando por que raios estou sonhando aquilo, fico com medo que aconteça, fico abalada emocionalmente e desesperada!!&lt;br /&gt;Isso porque raramente lembro dos meus sonhos, gostaria mesmo é de não lembrar nunca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-5536550196949881049?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5536550196949881049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5536550196949881049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5536550196949881049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5536550196949881049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-significam-os-sonhos.html' title='O que significam os sonhos?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SqZsaOQKpcI/AAAAAAAAANw/9oSBlyrCAHM/s72-c/nightmare_by_lucyluh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4524136014159364751</id><published>2009-08-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:44:18.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariana foi pro Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SptVE4gIChI/AAAAAAAAANo/xswjizhzidk/s1600-h/accomm_pierhouse_girl_beach_topless0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SptVE4gIChI/AAAAAAAAANo/xswjizhzidk/s400/accomm_pierhouse_girl_beach_topless0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984122571786770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana foi pro Mar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou seus bens mais valiosos com o cachorro&lt;br /&gt;E foi viajar, foi de coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois o marido saiu pra comprar cigarros e desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Foi visto no Japão, com a vizinha, sua ex-melhor amiga&lt;br /&gt;Mariana foi ao chão&lt;br /&gt;E ela pensou por muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Se usava sua mauzer ou o gás de seu fogão&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu último direito, ela viu que era um erro&lt;br /&gt;Mariana foi pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Mariana se cansou&lt;br /&gt;Olhou o que restava de sua vida, sem direito a pensão&lt;br /&gt;Sem um puto pra gastar, sempre foi moça mimada&lt;br /&gt;Mas tinha em si a vocação do lar&lt;br /&gt;E foi numa tarde de domingo que ganhou tudo no bingo&lt;br /&gt;Sorte no jogo azar no amor&lt;br /&gt;E sua bagagem estava pronta, parecia que sabia&lt;br /&gt;Do seu prêmio de consolação&lt;br /&gt;Mudou o itinerário, trocou o funerário&lt;br /&gt;Pelo atraso do avião&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima de sal, percorre o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;misturando-se ao creme facial&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que ela errou, se acreditava na sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;De sua vida conjugal&lt;br /&gt;E se ela pensava muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Se usava uma pistola ou o gás do seu fogão&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela mudou o itinerário, trocou o obituário&lt;br /&gt;Pelo atraso do avião&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ela desfila pela areia&lt;br /&gt;Com total desprezo pelos machos de plantão&lt;br /&gt;Ela está bem diferente, ama ser independente&lt;br /&gt;Mariana foi pro mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ira!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4524136014159364751?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4524136014159364751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4524136014159364751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4524136014159364751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4524136014159364751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/mariana-foi-pro-mar.html' title='Mariana foi pro Mar'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SptVE4gIChI/AAAAAAAAANo/xswjizhzidk/s72-c/accomm_pierhouse_girl_beach_topless0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7706348669837400792</id><published>2009-08-21T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:34:40.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/So91QLC21xI/AAAAAAAAANg/0fncmzqORq8/s1600-h/___CAT_34____by_chochweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/So91QLC21xI/AAAAAAAAANg/0fncmzqORq8/s400/___CAT_34____by_chochweets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372641801179420434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é chata e não tenho o que escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7706348669837400792?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7706348669837400792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7706348669837400792' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7706348669837400792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7706348669837400792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-vida-e-chata-e-nao-tenho-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/So91QLC21xI/AAAAAAAAANg/0fncmzqORq8/s72-c/___CAT_34____by_chochweets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7463504352845458999</id><published>2009-08-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:03:16.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SojkZnNowWI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Lcal9pSJos/s1600-h/Kate5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SojkZnNowWI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Lcal9pSJos/s400/Kate5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370793684313358690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ana wrecks your life&lt;br /&gt;Like an Anorexia life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7463504352845458999?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7463504352845458999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7463504352845458999' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7463504352845458999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7463504352845458999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-ana-wrecks-your-life-like-anorexia.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SojkZnNowWI/AAAAAAAAANY/3Lcal9pSJos/s72-c/Kate5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3326227191627315317</id><published>2009-08-16T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:20:38.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SohqC8-5ViI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Lw3R-tV1c5c/s1600-h/1185239319_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SohqC8-5ViI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Lw3R-tV1c5c/s400/1185239319_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370659154601530914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu quis um vida ninguém quis me dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3326227191627315317?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3326227191627315317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3326227191627315317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3326227191627315317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3326227191627315317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-eu-quis-um-vida-ninguem-quis-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SohqC8-5ViI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Lw3R-tV1c5c/s72-c/1185239319_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-984854297355880743</id><published>2009-08-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:02:42.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu odeio e não tenho vergonha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnuZY9JLqjI/AAAAAAAAANI/ChIFfvfZC_4/s1600-h/hayworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367052034951064114" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 327px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnuZY9JLqjI/AAAAAAAAANI/ChIFfvfZC_4/s400/hayworth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, lembrando daquelas pessoas que eu em algum momento da minha vida odiei, percebi que esse sentimento não morreu e talvez não morrerá, não ligo. Sempre vão surgir comentários do tipo: "ódio é um sentimento ruim, perdoeeeeee"... argh, e eu definitivamente não concordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odiar é normal, plausível e saudável!&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/2757166463219767360-984854297355880743?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/984854297355880743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=984854297355880743' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/984854297355880743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/984854297355880743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-odeio-e-nao-tenho-vergonha.html' title='Eu odeio e não tenho vergonha.'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnuZY9JLqjI/AAAAAAAAANI/ChIFfvfZC_4/s72-c/hayworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4718711299897423088</id><published>2009-08-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:50:04.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SncxI4_lEEI/AAAAAAAAANA/BTM41AAliqA/s1600-h/courtney-love_001218_MainPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365811509843005506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SncxI4_lEEI/AAAAAAAAANA/BTM41AAliqA/s400/courtney-love_001218_MainPicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, to sentindo que meu inferno astral tá indo embora. Estava muito preocupada com umas coisas da faculdade e hoje recebo uma ligação e puff!! Tudo começa a dar certo estranhamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é bom. Meu primeiro semestre foi muito ruim, queria morrer! Quero que esse passe rápido e tranquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha única preocupação agora é com estágio, que aliás sempre tira o meu sono. Saber que não posso ter um piercing nem meu cabelo colorido por causa de um estágio idiota me deixa revoltada!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é a vida né, um dia serei milionária e tudo isso não vai ter mais importancia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4718711299897423088?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4718711299897423088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4718711299897423088' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4718711299897423088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4718711299897423088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz.html' title='Feliz?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SncxI4_lEEI/AAAAAAAAANA/BTM41AAliqA/s72-c/courtney-love_001218_MainPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6365472775219774878</id><published>2009-08-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:42:33.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apashonay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnYINrsjVlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bxwcf51Y--A/s1600-h/688_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365485037219436114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnYINrsjVlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bxwcf51Y--A/s400/688_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria MUITO um desses, alguém me dá??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, tenho milhõs de coisas salvas aqui no pc que eu queria tbm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceito doações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6365472775219774878?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6365472775219774878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6365472775219774878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6365472775219774878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6365472775219774878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/08/apashonay.html' title='Apashonay'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SnYINrsjVlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bxwcf51Y--A/s72-c/688_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6348154342851587451</id><published>2009-07-25T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:38:46.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmsK3BTzLPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KcbXeUUGh6A/s1600-h/Norma-Jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362391721675271410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmsK3BTzLPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KcbXeUUGh6A/s400/Norma-Jean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda estou tentando descobrir o que eu faço para as pessoas começarem a me ignorar de uma hora para outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero acreditar que é inveja, mas aí alguém pode me achar presunçosa (não sou juro!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E também juro que não dou motivo, vai entender..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6348154342851587451?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6348154342851587451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6348154342851587451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6348154342851587451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6348154342851587451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-estou-tentando-descobrir-o-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmsK3BTzLPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KcbXeUUGh6A/s72-c/Norma-Jean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8618564101696789107</id><published>2009-07-23T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:32:15.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney vive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmjTmPQ21BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zzRivI5dWtc/s1600-h/britney-circus-sucess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361768010270299154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmjTmPQ21BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zzRivI5dWtc/s400/britney-circus-sucess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think that I can't take it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause now I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stronger than yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's nothing but my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My loneliness ain't killing me no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm, I'm stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8618564101696789107?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8618564101696789107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8618564101696789107' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8618564101696789107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8618564101696789107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/britney-vive.html' title='Britney vive!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmjTmPQ21BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zzRivI5dWtc/s72-c/britney-circus-sucess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6435381854427874063</id><published>2009-07-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:04:01.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6435381854427874063?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6435381854427874063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6435381854427874063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6435381854427874063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6435381854427874063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-tenho-vontade-de-cortar-lingua-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3561486663713055087</id><published>2009-07-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:44:23.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falsidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmcXpG7F_pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e9vcd4scL44/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361279876408409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmcXpG7F_pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e9vcd4scL44/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“É difícil acreditar em alguém, quando se sabe que, se estivéssemos em seu lugar, estaríamos mentindo.” (Henry Louis Menchen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é, às vezes é preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3561486663713055087?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3561486663713055087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3561486663713055087' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3561486663713055087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3561486663713055087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/falsidade.html' title='falsidade?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmcXpG7F_pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e9vcd4scL44/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2043475024066444075</id><published>2009-07-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:28:47.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't that a Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmNJtg-0EYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aFCWTnGGF8E/s1600-h/OgAAAAG9xBrWuqkIFYzMgxrjP9rKfVirItXOhFOIjpdL_EXB2EpOMkBhts7BM-iM_JmbyTYZ73iNIYeCbXsG8hB8mxIAm1T1UHIZtabbVEJCW1XPtD9bNXn_bN5P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360209027797356930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmNJtg-0EYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aFCWTnGGF8E/s400/OgAAAAG9xBrWuqkIFYzMgxrjP9rKfVirItXOhFOIjpdL_EXB2EpOMkBhts7BM-iM_JmbyTYZ73iNIYeCbXsG8hB8mxIAm1T1UHIZtabbVEJCW1XPtD9bNXn_bN5P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freak out! I'm alone now&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like I'm losin´ my mind&lt;br /&gt;´Cause love is like the right dress&lt;br /&gt;On the wrong girl&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you're gonna find&lt;br /&gt;You think you're high and fine as wine&lt;br /&gt;Then you wind up like a dog in a ditch&lt;br /&gt;´Cause love is like wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;On a cold night&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chato não ter o que postar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2043475024066444075?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2043475024066444075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2043475024066444075' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2043475024066444075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2043475024066444075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/aint-that-bitch.html' title='Ain&apos;t that a Bitch'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SmNJtg-0EYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aFCWTnGGF8E/s72-c/OgAAAAG9xBrWuqkIFYzMgxrjP9rKfVirItXOhFOIjpdL_EXB2EpOMkBhts7BM-iM_JmbyTYZ73iNIYeCbXsG8hB8mxIAm1T1UHIZtabbVEJCW1XPtD9bNXn_bN5P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7328256716972523407</id><published>2009-07-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:24:19.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comi</title><content type='html'>Rodízio de pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e stol gorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beigos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7328256716972523407?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7328256716972523407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7328256716972523407' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7328256716972523407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7328256716972523407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/comi.html' title='Comi'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-842097706834962761</id><published>2009-07-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:00:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personare para sempre!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô chocada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lua afasta-se do seu estado cheio, e começa a caminhar novamente na direção do Sol, que transita pela Casa 1. A Lua, por sua vez, transita pela Casa 9. As duas casas são harmônicas e, nesta próxima fase que vai de 11/07 (Hoje) a 13/07, você estará vivendo um momento excepcionalmente favorável para fazer contato com pessoas que estão distantes, ou mesmo viajar. Caso não lhe seja possível viajar, procure aproveitar a qualidade de movimento deste pequeno ciclo para fazer coisas diferentes: para que ir sempre aos mesmos lugares, quando existem tantos outros locais para você conhecer? Este é o momento de quebrar a rotina, Isabella.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas mágicas acontecem quando a gente simplesmente vai a lugares onde não costumamos ir! Esta é também uma fase favorável para a expansão de seus próprios quereres e idéias. Você, de repente, descobre que as coisas que havia imaginado podem ser muito mais amplas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia meu post anterior e vc vai entender....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-842097706834962761?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/842097706834962761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=842097706834962761' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/842097706834962761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/842097706834962761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/personare-para-sempre.html' title='Personare para sempre!!!!!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1956573112401145893</id><published>2009-07-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:40:05.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SllM1U1RSyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JEuEI7QiKDI/s1600-h/scarlett-johansson-720-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357397710742833954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SllM1U1RSyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JEuEI7QiKDI/s400/scarlett-johansson-720-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei meu Mc Dia Feliz (migs, eo amo vose!!1!!) foi tããão lecal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero retomar minha vida, mas aí meu namorado decidi me abandonar em parte do tempo que temos juntos (justo?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tudo bem, me viro sozinha qnd assim estiver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou das pessoas mais otimistas mas resolvi que vou aproveitar o que resta das minhas férias, senão vou acabar me arrependendo depois..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo bem que 99% das coisas que eu queria fazer eu não vou poder (tipo ir a São Paulo, ou sair todo fim de semana, ou terminar minha tattoo) mas se ficar aqui em casa com o rabo encostado enquanto as férias passam vo uacabar me destruindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que venha a diversão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1956573112401145893?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1956573112401145893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1956573112401145893' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1956573112401145893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1956573112401145893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/viva.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SllM1U1RSyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JEuEI7QiKDI/s72-c/scarlett-johansson-720-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6333283342905493023</id><published>2009-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:39:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>Não tenho feito outra coisa nesse blog senão reclamar, notou??&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a mais pura prova de que meus dias não estão tão animados assim. Não posso nem parar um dia pra fazer um pequeno balanço da minha vida que acabo o dia em depressão...&lt;br /&gt;Estou precisando URGENTE de algo que me devolva o ânimo, estou até ficando gorda e o pior: não estou fazendo nada pra mudar...  ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém puder me ajudar, agradeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs.: Só pra lembrar de uma certa pessoa que eu não sei se lê mais isso aqui: Você ainda me deve um Mc Dia Feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6333283342905493023?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6333283342905493023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6333283342905493023' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6333283342905493023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6333283342905493023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/07/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-628892525265977196</id><published>2009-06-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:45:20.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Skqi6v3xnaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nKRqmmEG58Y/s1600-h/marilyn-monroe-hair-style-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270237249772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Skqi6v3xnaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nKRqmmEG58Y/s400/marilyn-monroe-hair-style-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To achando tudo um saco!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um saco grande e vazio.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém me dá uma vida de presente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-628892525265977196?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/628892525265977196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=628892525265977196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/628892525265977196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/628892525265977196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/06/tedio.html' title='Tédio'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Skqi6v3xnaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nKRqmmEG58Y/s72-c/marilyn-monroe-hair-style-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1449837951251725529</id><published>2009-06-29T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:28:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dói</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkjBcvUI3xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/icFv2O8CjPI/s1600-h/depre-feminina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352740856611266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkjBcvUI3xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/icFv2O8CjPI/s400/depre-feminina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já faz um tempo que tento não reclamar que não tenho amigos (quem me conhece sabe o meu histórico de amizades que não deram certo), mas de vez em quando é difícil vc querer conversar e não ter ninguém pra te ouvir, ou vc querer sair e não tem ninguém pra te acompanhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De vez em quando dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é sempre sabe.. e eu até posso me considerar uma garota de sorte porque Rejeição é meu sobrenome e olha só, eu ainda to aqui viva! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentalismos à parte, eu só sinto muito por quem não quer ou não está satisfeito em ser meu amigo porque, poxa, eu sou legal pra caramba!! (que foi? eu tenho que me valorizar né??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas volto a dizer... De vez em quando dói, e não é legal...&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/2757166463219767360-1449837951251725529?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1449837951251725529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1449837951251725529' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1449837951251725529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1449837951251725529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/06/doi.html' title='Dói'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkjBcvUI3xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/icFv2O8CjPI/s72-c/depre-feminina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1822123228986767123</id><published>2009-06-24T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:29:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkKokmndVjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2qKC-itITj8/s1600-h/V_by_timelessmoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024654064375346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkKokmndVjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2qKC-itITj8/s400/V_by_timelessmoments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go about things the wrong way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1822123228986767123?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1822123228986767123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1822123228986767123' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1822123228986767123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1822123228986767123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/06/tsc.html' title='tsc!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SkKokmndVjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2qKC-itITj8/s72-c/V_by_timelessmoments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3282637092068885552</id><published>2009-06-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:17:12.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjpMXwHpuCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YWBpyei0paw/s1600-h/Girl_with_Drink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348671478393583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjpMXwHpuCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YWBpyei0paw/s400/Girl_with_Drink1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a semana de provas acabar eu vou tomar um porre, JURO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero vomitar toda essa vida literária que está dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3282637092068885552?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3282637092068885552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3282637092068885552' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3282637092068885552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3282637092068885552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/06/tormento.html' title='Tormento'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjpMXwHpuCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YWBpyei0paw/s72-c/Girl_with_Drink1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3087206113443073053</id><published>2009-06-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:32:38.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer o que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjaFhcv5qhI/AAAAAAAAALM/NvrWZJ5oRfw/s1600-h/mb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347608417248324114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjaFhcv5qhI/AAAAAAAAALM/NvrWZJ5oRfw/s400/mb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou de camarote assistindo meu mundo desabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3087206113443073053?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3087206113443073053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3087206113443073053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3087206113443073053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3087206113443073053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/06/fazer-o-que.html' title='Fazer o que?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SjaFhcv5qhI/AAAAAAAAALM/NvrWZJ5oRfw/s72-c/mb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8465866993543065031</id><published>2009-05-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:44:42.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vício</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SiIZNp4nY2I/AAAAAAAAALE/q1Kiyd9-Z7Y/s1600-h/200178199-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341859830387139426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SiIZNp4nY2I/AAAAAAAAALE/q1Kiyd9-Z7Y/s400/200178199-0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podiam ser drogas, álcool, sexo.... mas não, meu vício é outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou viciada na minha aparência, tanto que acabo me destruindo, e a loucura me faz passar 40 minutos em frente o espelho me maquiando para ir à padaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É doentio, admito, mas incontrolável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engraçado que nunca fui assim, de me importar muito com isso, mas não sei o que aconteceu para eu ter virado uma compulsiva em beleza, se há uns 3 anos eu parecia um menino, hoje pareço uma Drag Queen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste momento estou tendo ataques depressivos, não aguento mais meu cabelo, um horror, sempre a mesma coisa.. To me sentindo meio apagada com essa tinta preta, e olhar para o espelho e ver uma pessoa sem graça não é muito a minha ideia de vida ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E lá vamos nós mais uma vez à um encontro terrível com o descolorante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8465866993543065031?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8465866993543065031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8465866993543065031' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8465866993543065031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Porque eu adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que me assustam:&lt;br /&gt;- Matemática&lt;br /&gt;- Chuva forte&lt;br /&gt;- Baratas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três pessoas que me fazem rir:&lt;br /&gt;- Tha&lt;br /&gt;- Fred&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu amo fazer:&lt;br /&gt;- Sexo&lt;br /&gt;- Comer&lt;br /&gt;- Beber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu odeio:&lt;br /&gt;- Hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;- Pagode&lt;br /&gt;- Pseudo-intelectuais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu não entendo:&lt;br /&gt;- Matemática (again)&lt;br /&gt;- Física (uhum)&lt;br /&gt;- Relacionamento aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas em cima da minha mesa:&lt;br /&gt;- Papéis&lt;br /&gt;- Telefone&lt;br /&gt;- Celular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que lembram a minha infância:&lt;br /&gt;- Desenhos da Manchete&lt;br /&gt;- Barbie&lt;br /&gt;- Xuxa (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu quero fazer antes de morrer:&lt;br /&gt;- Faculdade de música&lt;br /&gt;- Viajar&lt;br /&gt;- Ir à uma festa à fantasia  u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu sei fazer:&lt;br /&gt;- Cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;- Cantar&lt;br /&gt;- Respirar ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu não sei fazer:&lt;br /&gt;- Costurar&lt;br /&gt;- Perdoar&lt;br /&gt;- Dirigir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três maneiras de descrever minha personalidade:&lt;br /&gt;- Agitada&lt;br /&gt;- Ciumenta&lt;br /&gt;- Confusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu não consigo fazer:&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar banho frio&lt;br /&gt;- Estudar por mais de 30 minutos&lt;br /&gt;- Ter auto-controle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu digo frequentemente:&lt;br /&gt;- Porra&lt;br /&gt;- Tipo..&lt;br /&gt;- Cara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três das minhas comidas favoritas:&lt;br /&gt;- Batata&lt;br /&gt;- Batata&lt;br /&gt;- Batata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu gostaria de aprender&lt;br /&gt;- Francês&lt;br /&gt;- Dirigir&lt;br /&gt;- Tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três coisas que eu bebo regularmente:&lt;br /&gt;- Água&lt;br /&gt;- Suco&lt;br /&gt;- Contini ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três cantores nacionais que aprecio muito:&lt;br /&gt;- Marcelo Camelo&lt;br /&gt;- Adré Matos&lt;br /&gt;- (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três pedidos que faria nesse instante:&lt;br /&gt;- Um emprego digno&lt;br /&gt;- Me formar JÁ&lt;br /&gt;- Um nariz novo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4574838763135877780?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4574838763135877780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4574838763135877780' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4574838763135877780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4574838763135877780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/05/questionario.html' title='Questionário!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3673471844732642524</id><published>2009-05-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:50:47.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The show must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ShQ01z4EbHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EIBmk69GIAM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337949557403970674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ShQ01z4EbHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EIBmk69GIAM/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my smile still stays on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-3673471844732642524?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3673471844732642524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3673471844732642524' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3673471844732642524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3673471844732642524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-must-go-on.html' title='The show must go on'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ShQ01z4EbHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EIBmk69GIAM/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-394066494119270807</id><published>2009-05-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:32:44.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciúme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgmIc89etcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jNsxHEuiee4/s1600-h/smoking_by_wredna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334945264578770370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgmIc89etcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jNsxHEuiee4/s400/smoking_by_wredna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre me achei ciumenta mas nem tanto, já as outras pessoas sempre me acharam obcecada, tipo psicopata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses dias me peguei sentindo ciúme de uma menininha de, sei lá, 4 ou 5 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tipo... achei normal, saca??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda não acho que o meu caso seja de terapia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-394066494119270807?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/394066494119270807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=394066494119270807' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/394066494119270807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/394066494119270807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/05/ciume.html' title='Ciúme'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgmIc89etcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jNsxHEuiee4/s72-c/smoking_by_wredna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6363429933891680063</id><published>2009-05-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:50:17.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgLnC-VkbMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku4QL_UfFUA/s1600-h/vintage_rots_by_36_Degrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333078947039308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgLnC-VkbMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku4QL_UfFUA/s400/vintage_rots_by_36_Degrees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um tempão sem postar né.. estava resolvendo alguns problemas e arranjamos mais alguns hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há alguns dias tudo que eu desejava era dormir, dar uma descansada pelo menos até o ano acabar mas eu percebi que a vida não pode parar, infelizmente, porque às vezes eu preciso de um tempinho pra respirar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou a pessoa que mais tem vontade de desistir no mundo, e também já desisti de muita coisa. Isso muitas vezes me atrapalha mas na realidade eu não me arrependo, não sei viver sem parar para respirar, sem cuidar de mim um tempo, preciso sempre reorganizar as idéias pra não me perder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sou uma pessoa de ment vazia, não tenho mais nada pra escrever.. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6363429933891680063?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6363429933891680063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6363429933891680063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6363429933891680063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6363429933891680063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-tempao-sem-postar-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SgLnC-VkbMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ku4QL_UfFUA/s72-c/vintage_rots_by_36_Degrees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2494994085190239232</id><published>2009-04-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:02:15.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanidade</title><content type='html'>Sabe, não gosto de me considerar maluca, na verdade odeio pessoas que se auto intitulam alguma coisa, tipo aquelas que ficam afirmando que são loucas pra chamar atenção, é muito wanna be pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim acho que minha vida e a genética não contribuíram muito para formarem uma personalidade digamos... comum!&lt;br /&gt;É grande a quantidade de pessoas que exaltam os meus defeitos: obssessão, mudança de humor, fácil irritabilidade, grosseria etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;E muita gente (acho que todo mundo) tbm já me disse que preciso de tratamento (na real, acho que falam isso só pra me irritar, existem pessoas piores no mundo), tratamento esse que nunca nem tentei fazer (não sou o tipo de pessoa que já foi muitas vezes na vida ao médico).&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, como disse minha vida não contribuiu, de uma criança atormentada e medrosa passei a uma adolescente rebelde e fria e hoje sou uma adulta vazia e descrente.... Não tenho boas recordações do passado, nem mesmo do mais próximo....&lt;br /&gt;A genética tbm me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fudeu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Papai e mamãe (principalmente papai) não são aquelas pessoas tipo "bons exemplos memoráveis" nem mesmo a minha criação foi a melhor coisa do mundo sabe como é né, vida de brasileiro pobre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí essas coisas meio que me prejudicaram, tipo a culpa não é minha se sou, por exemplo, grossa com alguém, a culpa é dessa vida de merda que eu tenho levado... Fato!&lt;br /&gt;E nem tenho muitas esperanças de um futuro legal né, é claro que sonho e idealizo várias coisas, tenho muito aquele pensamento tipo de novela que tudo vai dar certo no final, mas lááá no fundinho não acredito em porra nenhuma. Quero mais é que tudo se foda e que o mundo exploda, comigo dentro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2494994085190239232?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2494994085190239232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2494994085190239232' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2494994085190239232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2494994085190239232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/insanidade.html' title='Insanidade'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3545648122939371122</id><published>2009-04-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:16:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De cara nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Se8mnBtbN9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/StWLRtCNl24/s1600-h/img+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519336118302674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Se8mnBtbN9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/StWLRtCNl24/s400/img+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei (de novo) a cara do blog... acho que essa combina mais comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que estou vegetando em casa pude fazer várias coisinhas novas, ao mesmo tempo estou dura feito um coco e preciso arranjar um emprego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, mesmo sem fazer nada não tenho nada de bom pra postar aqui hahahaha... Me faltam idéias né, ando com a cabeça muito vazia.&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/2757166463219767360-3545648122939371122?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3545648122939371122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3545648122939371122' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3545648122939371122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3545648122939371122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-cara-nova.html' title='De cara nova'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Se8mnBtbN9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/StWLRtCNl24/s72-c/img+(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7617142037510149511</id><published>2009-04-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:06:50.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di di franjinhaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SeU0IGnTs6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/TtCcJvigaGc/s1600-h/img+(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;só pra dizer que eu to de franja =~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-7617142037510149511?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7617142037510149511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7617142037510149511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7617142037510149511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7617142037510149511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/di-di-franjinhaaaaaaaa.html' title='Di di franjinhaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6082258306778527967</id><published>2009-04-10T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:07:54.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SeAXv61ww-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/m097qWSHTJk/s1600-h/buell15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu não venho tendo, obviamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o fim das provas tudo o que eu preciso agora é relaxar... apesar de estar meio difícil. Tantas coisas pra resolver, quanto mais esse ano passa mais complicado vai ficando, e eu ainda lembro quando ele começou e eu já estava torcendo para que acabasse.... ainda estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso resolver meus problemas cara....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6082258306778527967?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6082258306778527967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6082258306778527967' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6082258306778527967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6082258306778527967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/diversao.html' title='Diversão'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4143907974884210861</id><published>2009-04-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:25:37.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeito da mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SduMX_471oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kqwhLvmnYpI/s1600-h/elvgren17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322001728583489154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SduMX_471oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kqwhLvmnYpI/s400/elvgren17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando Deus fez a mulher, já estava nas horas extras de seu sexto dia de trabalho. Um anjo apareceu e perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Senhor, por que gastas tanto tempo com esta criatura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o Senhor respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Você viu a 'Folha de Especificações' para ela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ela deve ser completamente flexível, porém não será de plástico, deve ter mais de 200 partes móveis, todas arredondadas e macias e deve ser capaz de funcionar com uma dieta rígida, ter um colo que possa acomodar quatro crianças ao mesmo tempo, ter um beijo que possa curar desde um joelho raspado até um coração ferido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O anjo se maravilhou com os requisitos e indagou curioso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E este é somente o modelo Standard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ponderou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Senhor, é muito trabalho para um só dia, espere até amanhã para terminá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o senhor retrucou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Não. Estou muito perto de terminar e esta criação é a favorita de Meu próprio coração. Ela se cura sozinha, quando está doente e pode trabalhar 18 horas por dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Será capaz de pensar? - perguntou o anjo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Não somente será capaz de pensar, mas também de raciocinar e negociar, mesmo que pareça ser desligada ela prestará atenção em tudo o que for importante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, notando algo, o anjo estendeu a mão e tocou a pálpebra da mulher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Senhor, parece que este modelo tem um vazamento... Eu Te disse que estavas colocando muitas coisas nela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Isso não é nenhum vazamento... É uma lágrima - corrigiu o Senhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Para que serve a lágrima?' - perguntou o anjo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Deus disse:-As lágrimas são sua maneira de expressar seu amor, sua alegria, sua sorte, suas penas, seu desengano, sua solidão, seu sofrimento e seu orgulho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto impressionou muito ao anjo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- És um gênio, Senhor. Pensaste em tudo. A mulher é verdadeiramente maravilhosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sim, ela é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A mulher tem forças que maravilham os homens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sorriem, quando querem gritar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cantam, quando querem chorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Choram, quando estão felizes e riem, quando estão nervosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não aceitam 'não' como resposta, quando elas acreditam que haja uma solução melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vão ao médico com uma amiga que tem medo de ir sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amam incondicionalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Choram quando seus filhos não triunfam e se alegram quando suas amizades conseguem prêmios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ficam felizes quando ouvem falar de um nascimento ou casamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Seu coração se despedaça quando morre uma amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sofrem com a perda de um ser querido, mas são ainda mais fortes quando pensam que já não há mais forças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sabem que um beijo e um abraço podem ajudar a curar um coração ferido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porém, há um defeito que não consegui corrigir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É que às vezes elas se esquecem o quanto valem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-4143907974884210861?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4143907974884210861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4143907974884210861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4143907974884210861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4143907974884210861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/defeito-da-mulher.html' title='Defeito da mulher'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SduMX_471oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kqwhLvmnYpI/s72-c/elvgren17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6511385985609418687</id><published>2009-04-02T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:26:02.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres enlouquecedoras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SdWd0iXS-HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WU8ofZpVeO4/s1600-h/devorss29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320332060711385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SdWd0iXS-HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WU8ofZpVeO4/s400/devorss29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Onde você vai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Vou sair um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vai de carro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Tem gasolina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Sim…. coloquei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vai demorar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não, coisa de uma hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vai a algum lugar específico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não. Só rodar por aí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Não prefere ir a pé?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não. Vou de carro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Traz um sorvete pra mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Trago. Que sabor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Manga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Ok, na volta eu passo e compro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Na volta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Sim, senão derrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Passa lá, compra e deixa aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não, melhor não! Na volta… é rápido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Ahhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Quando eu voltar eu tomo com você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Mas você não gosta de manga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Eu compro outro, de outro sabor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Aí fica caro. Traz de cupuaçu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Eu não gosto também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Traz de chocolate, nós dois gostamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Ok! Beijo. Volto logo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - O que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Chocolate, não… Flocos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não gosto de flocos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Então traz de manga pra mim e o que quiser pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Foi o que sugeri desde o começo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Você está sendo irônico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não tô não! Vou indo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vem aqui me dar um beijo de despedida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Querida! Eu volto logo. Depois, tá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Depois não… quero agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Tá bom! (Beijo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vai com o seu ou com o meu carro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Com o meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Vai com o meu. Tem cd player, o seu não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não vou ouvir música. Vou espairecer…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Tá precisando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não sei… vou ver quando sair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Demora não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - É rápido. (Abre a porta de casa.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Que foi agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Nossa!!! Que grosso! Vai embora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Calma, estou tentando sair e não consigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Porque quer ir sozinho? Vai encontrar alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - O que quer dizer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Nada… nada não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Vem cá, acha que estou te traindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Não, claro que não, mas sabe como é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Como é o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Homens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Generalizando ou falando de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher - Generalizando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Então não é meu caso. Sabe que eu não faria isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Tá bom, então, vai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Vou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Que foi, cacete?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Leva o celular, seu estúpido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Pra quê? Pra você ficar me ligando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Não… Caso aconteça algo, estará com celular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não… pode deixar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Olha… desculpa pela desconfiança. Estou com saudade, só isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Ok, meu amor. Desculpe-me se fui grosso. Tá.. eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Eu também! Posso futricar no seu celular?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Prá quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Sei lá! Joguinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Você quer meu celular prá jogar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- É.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Tem certeza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Liga o computador. Lá tem um monte de joguinhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Não sei mexer naquela lata velha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Lata velha? Comprei pra a gente mês passado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Tá! Ok! Então leva o celular senão eu vou futricar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Pode mexer… não tem nada lá mesmo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- É?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - É.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Então onde está?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - O quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- O que deveria estar no celular mas não está…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Como!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Nada! Esquece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Tá nervosa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Não tô não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Então vou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - O que ééééééé, caralho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Não quero mais sorvete não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Ah é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- É!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Então eu também não vou sair mais não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Ah, é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - É.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Oba! Vai ficar comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não vou não! Cansei! Vou dormir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Prefere dormir do que ficar comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Não… vou dormir, só isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Está nervoso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Claro, porra!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulher- Porque você não vai dar uma volta para espairecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem - Ah, vai tomar no cu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem somos taaaaanto assim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-6511385985609418687?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6511385985609418687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6511385985609418687' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6511385985609418687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6511385985609418687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/04/mulheres-enlouquecedoras.html' title='Mulheres enlouquecedoras!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SdWd0iXS-HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WU8ofZpVeO4/s72-c/devorss29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-92847734835204903</id><published>2009-03-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:05:06.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicas de uma sexóloga radical e estressada, respondendo às perguntas dos ouvintes:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sc7ItGFjBjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nJQ2mbsMlH8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408887024682546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sc7ItGFjBjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nJQ2mbsMlH8/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - Tenho 20 anos e não transei ainda porque gostaria que a 1ª vez fosse com um namorado fixo. O que você acha?&lt;br /&gt;R: Vai ser difícil, todos eles se movem na hora H.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 - O que fazer para surpreender meu marido que é meio tímido?&lt;br /&gt;R: Apareça com um amante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - Tenho um amigo que quer fazer sexo comigo, mas ele tem um pênis de 20cm. Acho que vai ser doloroso, o que faço?&lt;br /&gt;R: Manda pra cá que eu testo pra você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Como faço para seduzir o rapaz que eu amo?&lt;br /&gt;R: Tire a roupa! Se ele não te agarrar, cai fora que é gay e a fruta queridinha...Não é Você!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - Terminei com meu ex porque ele é muito galinha e agora estou comoutro. Mas ainda gosto do ex e às vezes ainda fico com ele! O que devofazer?&lt;br /&gt;R: Quem é mesmo galinha nesta história?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 - Quero saber como enlouquecer meu namorado só nas preliminares.&lt;br /&gt;R: Diga no ouvidinho dele: 'minha menstruação está atrasada..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 - Sou feia, pobre e chata. O que devo fazer para alguém gostar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;R: Ficar bonita, rica e ser legal. Obviamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 - O cara com quem estou saindo é muito legal, mas está dando sinais de ser alcoólatra.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu faço?&lt;br /&gt;R: Não deixe ele dirigir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 - Por que, na hora do sexo, quando a gente está no vai e vem, na hora em que o corpo entra em atrito e faz aquele barulho de quem está batendo palmas, a gente fica mais excitado?&lt;br /&gt;R: É porque parece que tem torcida, tá ligado? Da próxima vez grite pra galera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 - Apesar do meu tamanho, eu tenho apenas 15 anos de idade e não tenho cara propriamente linda. O que fazer para conseguir comer umas gatas?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nesta idade você tem que comer Sucrilhos, entende?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 - Sou virgem e rolou, pela primeira vez de fazer sexo oral.Terminei engolindo o negócio e quero saber se corro o risco de ficar grávida. Estou desesperada!&lt;br /&gt;R: Claro que corre o risco de ficar grávida. E a criança vai sair pelo seu ouvido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 - A primeira vez dói? Tenho 21 anos e ainda não transei porque tenho medo de doer e não agüentar.&lt;br /&gt;R: Dói tanto que você vai ficar em coma e NUNCA mais vai levantar. Vêse deixa de ser fresca, e dá de uma vez, ô Cinderela!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13- Posso tomar anticoncepcional com diarréia?&lt;br /&gt;R: Eu tomo com água, mas a opção é sua. Espero que use copo descartável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Retirado de: codigosecretoonline.blogspot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-92847734835204903?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/92847734835204903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=92847734835204903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/92847734835204903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/92847734835204903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/03/dicas-de-uma-sexologa-radical-e.html' title='Dicas de uma sexóloga radical e estressada, respondendo às perguntas dos ouvintes:'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Sc7ItGFjBjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nJQ2mbsMlH8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7327366873333728427</id><published>2009-03-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:16:18.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarovski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ScaOFnHNRHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ut3YuKMcQ2s/s1600-h/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316092637207151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ScaOFnHNRHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ut3YuKMcQ2s/s400/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ScaNC4e4rOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WozQ0a8MNr4/s1600-h/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ScaHlcCIV8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vqF__R4-ILg/s1600-h/ATcAAABrCp6ldzifrSdUFkuu5GiemEtCZmQaUwIJxLpaGNx3oU4UxA4xRGpcMxWiarms84ixNWp1XIqVOvIMf32DbKlgAJtU9VCcJexZ566iMFZ9k93wD81DPIynMw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry you can't define me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry I break the mold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry that I speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry don't do what I'm told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry if I don't fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry I come too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will never hide what I really feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que será que algumas pessoas se incomodam tanto com o jeito de outras??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isso me irrita... deixa o povo viver do jeito que quer, fazer as coisas que quer, enfim, serem o que quiserem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora, se alguém não gosta, guarde isso pra si, não enche meu saco não!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que inferno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Postagem em homenagem a Clô! A bicha mais arrogante e mais foda do mundo. Muito criticado né, mas se foi no salto. Virou swarovski!)&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/2757166463219767360-7327366873333728427?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7327366873333728427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7327366873333728427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7327366873333728427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7327366873333728427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/03/swarovski.html' title='Swarovski'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ScaOFnHNRHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ut3YuKMcQ2s/s72-c/60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8364087951869316389</id><published>2009-03-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:58:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SbhsS879JGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw9JkA4Rpyg/s1600-h/img+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312114833334543458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SbhsS879JGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw9JkA4Rpyg/s400/img+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;Did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;Did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl&lt;br /&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre choro quando ouço... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8364087951869316389?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8364087951869316389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8364087951869316389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8364087951869316389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8364087951869316389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SbhsS879JGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw9JkA4Rpyg/s72-c/img+(17).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1929690255857396204</id><published>2009-03-01T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:46:55.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Saq75rreBdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yR7UblMYSTA/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308261710461535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Saq75rreBdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yR7UblMYSTA/s400/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós vamos morrer, e isso nos torna afortunados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maioria das pessoas nunca vão morrer, porque nunca vão nascer. As pessoas potenciais que poderiam estar no meu lugar, mas que jamais verão a luz do dia, são mais numerosas que os grãos de areia da Arábia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certamente esses fantasmas não nascidos incluem poetas maiores que Keats, cientistas maiores que Newton. Sabemos disso porque o conjunto das pessoas possíveis permitidas pelo nosso DNA excede em muito o conjunto de pessoas reais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar dessas probabilidades assombrosas, somos eu e você, com toda a nossa banalidade, que aqui estamos... Nós uns poucos privilegiados que ganharam na loteria do nascimento, contrariando todas as probabilidades, como nos atrevemos a choramingar por causa do retorno inevitável àquele estado anterior, do qual a enorme maioria jamais nem saiu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(R. Dawkins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1929690255857396204?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1929690255857396204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1929690255857396204' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1929690255857396204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1929690255857396204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-inevitavel.html' title='Inevitável'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/Saq75rreBdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yR7UblMYSTA/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8990316044487258002</id><published>2009-02-26T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:16:41.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>é</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SadO1KIWbbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gQ-DKyd8Qmc/s1600-h/ATcAAABrCp6ldzifrSdUFkuu5GiemEtCZmQaUwIJxLpaGNx3oU4UxA4xRGpcMxWiarms84ixNWp1XIqVOvIMf32DbKlgAJtU9VCcJexZ566iMFZ9k93wD81DPIynMw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307297361038831026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 306px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SadO1KIWbbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gQ-DKyd8Qmc/s400/ATcAAABrCp6ldzifrSdUFkuu5GiemEtCZmQaUwIJxLpaGNx3oU4UxA4xRGpcMxWiarms84ixNWp1XIqVOvIMf32DbKlgAJtU9VCcJexZ566iMFZ9k93wD81DPIynMw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O SEGREDO DA FELICIDADE É ESCOLHER A COMEDIA E LARGAR O DRAMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fikdik&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/2757166463219767360-8990316044487258002?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8990316044487258002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8990316044487258002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8990316044487258002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8990316044487258002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/02/e.html' title='é'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SadO1KIWbbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gQ-DKyd8Qmc/s72-c/ATcAAABrCp6ldzifrSdUFkuu5GiemEtCZmQaUwIJxLpaGNx3oU4UxA4xRGpcMxWiarms84ixNWp1XIqVOvIMf32DbKlgAJtU9VCcJexZ566iMFZ9k93wD81DPIynMw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8042934802099464181</id><published>2009-02-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:38:53.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando de maquiagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWd1tMhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/INN8oHuX2OE/s1600-h/428420665_9c04dc2733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306767968660435474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWd1tMhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/INN8oHuX2OE/s400/428420665_9c04dc2733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu resolvi falar sobre o que eu mais gosto em tudo sobre maquiagem - O batom &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem acha que não fica bem de batom vermelho deveria experimentar, na primeira vez que nos olhamos no espelho com ele acabamos tomando um susto, mas é tudo questão de costume. Eu, por exemplo, pra me acostumar, uso dentro de casa até ter carão para encarar a rua. Quando você sai TODO MUNDO olha e você acaba ficando meio sem graça. Algumas pessoas elogiam e outras criticam mas é tudo uma questão de personalidade vc dar ouvidos aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É recomendável que se use somente durante a noite, porque fica um tipo de maquiagem beem formal. Também é recomendável que se leve o batom dentro da bolsa para eventuais retoques (principalmente se você for comer ou beber no lugar).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa, o batom vermelho combina com todo mundo, o negócio é escolher o tom certo para a sua pele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí vai uma ajudinha:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWX5rX3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4gnKkPtQ6TU/s1600-h/clara+rosado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306767967066480498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWX5rX3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4gnKkPtQ6TU/s400/clara+rosado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peles puramente brancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ficam bem com todos os tons de vermelho mas os vivos e rosados (foto) ficam melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu particularmente acho que ela deveria deixar o blush rosa de lado, assim o visual ficaria menos rosado e mais chique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWfy7__I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jAtCmkA9wqI/s1600-h/matte+pele+amarela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306767969185693682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWfy7__I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jAtCmkA9wqI/s400/matte+pele+amarela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peles amareladas e morenas claras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ficam bem com vermelho fechado e vermelho vivo matte (foto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O segundo cai MUITO melhor porque dá um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TCHAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; no visual, o vermelho fechado acaba envelhecendo a pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWKgb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NkHUTfXtaJY/s1600-h/rihanna9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306767963470945682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWKgb3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NkHUTfXtaJY/s400/rihanna9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peles morenas e negras &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ficam bem com tons de vermelho vivo e vermelho fechado (foto). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu, particularmente acho que o vermelho vivo em peles morenas fica uma coisa meio brega, o fechado deixa o visual mais harmonioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale acrescentar que esse post foi baseado em pesquisas em várias páginas sobre maquiagem e em opiniões minhas, mas acho que cada um usa o que lhe faz sentir melhor. Então, caiam no vermelho o/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-8042934802099464181?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8042934802099464181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8042934802099464181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8042934802099464181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8042934802099464181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/02/falando-de-maquiagem.html' title='Falando de maquiagem'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaVtWd1tMhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/INN8oHuX2OE/s72-c/428420665_9c04dc2733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5154969552113396800</id><published>2009-02-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:04:20.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto XVII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaCyk4GKUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLM036nTdqA/s1600-h/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436707645706722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaCyk4GKUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLM036nTdqA/s400/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não te amo como se fosse rosa de sal&lt;br /&gt;Topázio ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo:&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras,&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como a planta que não floresce&lt;br /&gt;E leva dentro de si, oculta, a luz de todas as flores,&lt;br /&gt;E graças ao teu amor, vive oculto em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;O apertado aroma que ascendeu da terra.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde&lt;br /&gt;Te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;br /&gt;Assim te amo, porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;br /&gt;Se não assim deste modo, em que não sou nem és.&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto que tua mão no meu peito é a minha,&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto que se fecham teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Contigo eu sonho.&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/2757166463219767360-5154969552113396800?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5154969552113396800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5154969552113396800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5154969552113396800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5154969552113396800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/02/soneto-xvii.html' title='Soneto XVII'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SaCyk4GKUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLM036nTdqA/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2031751063466699943</id><published>2009-02-01T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:10:54.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYYO6Vbjn6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7IQ4wZSUJog/s1600-h/elvgren28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297938406995894178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYYO6Vbjn6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7IQ4wZSUJog/s400/elvgren28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O cara diz que te ama, então tá. Ele te ama.&lt;br /&gt;Sua mulher diz que te ama, então assunto encerrado.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que é amado porque lhe disseram isso, as três palavrinhas mágicas. Mas saber-se amado é uma coisa, sentir-se amado é outra, uma diferença de milhas, um espaço enorme para a angústia instalar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A demonstração de amor requer mais do que beijos, sexo e verbalização, apesar de não sonharmos com outra coisa: se o cara beija, transa e diz que me ama, tenha a santa paciência, vou querer que ele faça pacto de sangue também? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pactos. Acho que é isso. Não de sangue nem de nada que se possa ver e tocar. É um pacto silencioso que tem a força de manter as coisas enraizadas, um pacto de eternidade, mesmo que o destino um dia venha a dividir o caminho dos dois. Sentir-se amado é sentir que a pessoa tem interesse real na sua vida, que zela pela sua felicidade, que se preocupa quando as coisas não estão dando certo, que sugere caminhos para melhorar, que coloca-se a postos para ouvir suas dúvidas e que dá uma sacudida em você, caso você esteja delirando. "Não seja tão severa consigo mesma, relaxe um pouco. Vou te trazer um cálice de vinho". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentir-se amado é ver que ela lembra de coisas que você contou dois anos atrás, é vê-la tentar reconciliar você com seu pai, é ver como ela fica triste quando você está triste e como sorri com delicadeza quando diz que você está fazendo uma tempestade em copo d´água. "Lembra que quando eu passei por isso você disse que eu estava dramatizando? Então, chegou sua vez de simplificar as coisas. Vem aqui, tira este sapato." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentem-se amados aqueles que perdoam um ao outro e que não transformam a mágoa em munição na hora da discussão. Sente-se amado aquele que se sente aceito, que se sente bem-vindo, que se sente inteiro. Sente-se amado aquele que tem sua solidão respeitada, aquele que sabe que não existe assunto proibido, que tudo pode ser dito e compreendido. Sente-se amado quem se sente seguro para ser exatamente como é, sem inventar um personagem para a relação, pois personagem nenhum se sustenta muito tempo. Sente-se amado quem não ofega, mas suspira; quem não levanta a voz, mas fala; quem não concorda, mas escuta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora sente-se e escute: "eu te amo não diz tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&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/2757166463219767360-2031751063466699943?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2031751063466699943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2031751063466699943' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2031751063466699943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2031751063466699943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/02/se.html' title='Se'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYYO6Vbjn6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7IQ4wZSUJog/s72-c/elvgren28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3122723219594320184</id><published>2009-01-30T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:03:18.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYOxXIJ86PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KwS7NgMUGUw/s1600-h/house-seringa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297272597602167026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYOxXIJ86PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KwS7NgMUGUw/s400/house-seringa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Eu sou o diretor do departamento de doenças infecciosas, com dupla especialização em doenças infecciosas e nefrologia. Eu também sou o único doutor empregado nesse hospital que é obrigado a estar aqui contra sua vontade. Mas sem preocupações, afinal a maioria de vocês poderia ser tratado por um macaco com um frasco de analgésicos. E por falar nisso, vocês talvez vejam eu tomando comprimidos. É Vicodin, é meu, não é para vocês. E eu não tenho um problema com administração de dor, e sim um problema com dor. Mas quem sabe? Talvez eu esteja errado. Talvez eu esteja doidão demais para saber. Então, quem quer ser atendido por mim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- El! Pega el! o/&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/2757166463219767360-3122723219594320184?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3122723219594320184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3122723219594320184' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3122723219594320184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3122723219594320184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/01/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SYOxXIJ86PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KwS7NgMUGUw/s72-c/house-seringa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7265762080142314180</id><published>2009-01-26T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:32:45.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cagay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SX5IDjvMMqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xrLHTGrBm0o/s1600-h/2566053717_ca31e4d6da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295749437804262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SX5IDjvMMqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xrLHTGrBm0o/s400/2566053717_ca31e4d6da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O fim de semana foi uma bosta! O ruim de trabalhar nos dias úteis é que quando chegam os dias inúteis você percebe o quanto eles fazem jus ao nome. E esse fim de semana foi inútil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cagay horrores pra isso tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cada dia que passa percebo que a única pessoa da qual eu preciso realmente sou eu mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não que eu não de valor à amigos, família e etc, mas é que se eu não fizer por mim, provavelmente ninguém vai fazer... Fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo menos alguns tapas estão me servindo pra eu me dar mais valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E viva a hipocrisia do "sou seu coleguinha mas não quero papo com você"!!! \o/&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/2757166463219767360-7265762080142314180?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7265762080142314180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7265762080142314180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7265762080142314180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7265762080142314180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/01/cagay.html' title='Cagay'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SX5IDjvMMqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xrLHTGrBm0o/s72-c/2566053717_ca31e4d6da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1190783170325233335</id><published>2009-01-18T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:51:13.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você já amou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SXN6FrpFpAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MYhaOq0bx-A/s1600-h/ballantyne-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292708225123460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SXN6FrpFpAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MYhaOq0bx-A/s400/ballantyne-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sabe aqueles dias em que você acha que tem alguma coisa de errada com você????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem mais, vou postar um texto que gosto muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Você já amou? É horrível, não? Você fica tão vulnerável. O amor abre o seu peito e abre o seu coração e isso significa que qualquer um pode entrar em você e bagunçar tudo. Você ergue todas essas defesas. Constrói essa armadura inteira, durante anos, para que nada possa lhe causar mal. Aí uma pessoa idiota, igualzinha a qualquer outro idiota, entra em sua vida. Você dá a essa pessoa um pedaço seu, e ela nem pediu. Um dia, ela faz alguma coisa besta como beijar você ou sorrir, e de repente sua vida não lhe pertence mais. O amor faz reféns. Ele entra em você. Devora tudo que é seu e lhe deixa chorando na escuridão. E então uma simples frase como 'talvez devêssemos ser apenas amigos' se transforma em estilhaços de vidro rasgando seu coração. Isso dói. Não só na sua imaginação ou mente. É uma dor na alma, uma dor no corpo, é uma verdadeira dor-que-entra-em-você-e-o-destroça-por-dentro. Nada deveria ser assim, principalmente o amor.Odeio o amor" (Neil Gaiman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1190783170325233335?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1190783170325233335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1190783170325233335' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1190783170325233335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1190783170325233335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-j-amou.html' title='Você já amou?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SXN6FrpFpAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MYhaOq0bx-A/s72-c/ballantyne-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2521999182721854831</id><published>2008-12-27T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:23:56.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SVY5z3odPEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HMTrgwpmhKA/s1600-h/hum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284474776035605570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SVY5z3odPEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HMTrgwpmhKA/s400/hum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, hoje eu vou fazer uma coisa que sempre tive vontade mas nunca paciência... Uma lista de coisas para fazer em 2009, coisas essas que devem ser cumpridas, e como vai estar registrado aqui eu vou poder conferir no fim do próximo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas antes, deixa eu falar como foi 2008... Foi um ano péssimo. Posso dizer que foi um dos piores! Olha, teve muita coisa boa, mas a quantidade de coisas ruins ultrapassou todos os limites!! E eu achava que 2007 ia ser o vencedor do Top "Piores da minha vida", mas no fim de 2007 eu ja estava melhor diante de todas as situações e esse ano é diferente, mesmo passando por coisas ruins e obtendo aprendizados, eu não me sinto mais a mesma pessoa de antes... Esse ano plantou sentimentos ruins em mim, daqueles que você sabe que vai levar pelo resto da vida. Eu fiz em especial 3 coisas que eu não queria e não pretendia NUNCA fazer. Perdoei atitudes que eu achava que nunca iria perdoar, fiz coisas que eu achava que nunca iria fazer e apaguei sentimentos que eu julgava serem eternos. Essa sensação de "batalha perdida" é muito ruim, porque um dia eu planejei tudo na minha vida e aos poucos eu vi algumas pequenas partes indo embora....Mas eu deveria mesmo esperar por isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2008 também foi feito de boas coisas. Arranjei um emprego (e larguei meses depois), passei na faculdade (por muito pouco não passei), conheci novos amigos, aprendi novos valores, meu cabelo cresceu (\o/), cobri minha tattoo odiosa (\o/\o/\o/), vi filmes novos, chorei lagrimas novas.... Muuitas coisas boas, q bom... Pena que não foram o suficiente pra tornarem esse ano legal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas, vamos aos planos pra fazer 2009 ser perfeito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1- arranjar um emprego (top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2- parar de fazer bobagens no cabelo (de uma vez por todas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3- estudar mais u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4- sair mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5- me formar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6- ir a uma festa a fantasia (eu não desisto nunca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7- emagrecer 2 kg (praxe né)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8- brigar menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9- ter mais motivos pra sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10- completar belos 5 anos de namoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11- morar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12- ler mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13- ter menos preguiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14- comer menos besteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15- parar com o refrigerante (ai! minha pepsi e minha fanta uva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16- largar um pouco a internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17- fazer mais novo amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18- viajar (mesmo que seja pra uma cidade vizinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19- ser mais firme, mais enérgica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20- amar mais a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21- ter uma agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22- ter hora para acordar e se possível para dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23- não cortar o cabelo u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24- não gastar rios de dinheiro comida (leia-se besteiras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25- não criar falsas expectativas sobre coisas impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu me lembrar de mais eu ponho aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é uma lista comprida né, mas eu acho que tudo aí é bem "cumprível"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e que venha 2009!&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/2757166463219767360-2521999182721854831?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2521999182721854831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2521999182721854831' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2521999182721854831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2521999182721854831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SVY5z3odPEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HMTrgwpmhKA/s72-c/hum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5028647665976874010</id><published>2008-12-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:26:35.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SU2pQnwYIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/T2eRFFmcPlQ/s1600-h/ACFBEC9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064040990352098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SU2pQnwYIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/T2eRFFmcPlQ/s400/ACFBEC9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deveria fazer um tópico natalino mas quem me conhece bem sabe que eu não sou mto chegada a essa época do ano... Até gosto de montar árvore, fazer comida e comer, mas fica por isso mesmo, no mais não vejo motivos pra comemorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Além de não ser cristã, tenho péssimas lembranças dessa época em particular. Quem me conhece bem também sabe que não sou mto chegada a lembrar do passado, recordações ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu natal se resume a rabanada (nham) e roupas novas (o/). Eu preparo a ceia com a mãe, tomo banho, como e vou dormir ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse ano meu bebê vai passar comigo (s2), mas meu irmão não =/, aliás, meus irmãos! Se antes já não tinha motivos pra comemorar, hj virou apenas uma data pra ver especial do Roberto Carlos (?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fim de ano, em geral, me deprime (virou comunidade até), aquela coisa de que coisas novas vão acontecer e que tudo que eu fiz vai ficar pra trás não me traz boas sensações, a menos que eu tenha feito algo ruim.... bom, não importa... Sempre é difícil pra mim aceitar o "novo" quando é uma ano inteiro então, putz! Passo os primeiros dias comendo rabanada fria, tomando cidra sem gás na cama pensando que eu queria viver o ano passado todo denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não, eu não sou maluca....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só não queria que o tempo passasse..... Tenho a impressão de que quanto mais passa pior fica....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aí, ta vendo, meu post tá ficando mto EMOtivo.... é melhor eu parar antes que eu comece a chorar pq não ganhei aquela barbie aos 9 anos ç_ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=~&lt;/span&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/2757166463219767360-5028647665976874010?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5028647665976874010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5028647665976874010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5028647665976874010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5028647665976874010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal.html' title='Natal???'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SU2pQnwYIuI/AAAAAAAAADU/T2eRFFmcPlQ/s72-c/ACFBEC9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5539783007300771111</id><published>2008-12-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:03:33.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SUSFhKPpAGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eY2w6MwIxSg/s1600-h/hope_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279491467917197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SUSFhKPpAGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eY2w6MwIxSg/s400/hope_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Release your inhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is when your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The rest is still unwriten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viva a Revolução!&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/2757166463219767360-5539783007300771111?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5539783007300771111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5539783007300771111' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5539783007300771111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5539783007300771111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/12/reaching-for-something-in-distance-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SUSFhKPpAGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eY2w6MwIxSg/s72-c/hope_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-7148047164625243399</id><published>2008-12-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:05.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ST_EdX6yZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/RgVXyChujDg/s1600-h/1188825889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278153297217348882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ST_EdX6yZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/RgVXyChujDg/s400/1188825889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não, não é só porque é tempo de natal e bla bla bla... decidi recomeçar porque necessito de um recomeço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E aquelas frasesinhas piegas sempre cabem nesses momentos: "é sempre tempo de recomeçar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e é mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou começar da seguinte forma: Tirando tudo da minha vida que me faz mal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E corto mesmo, sem dó nem piedade... pra vc que está lendo meu amigo, vc pode estar sendo seriamente cortado, não que vc se importe né, quem se importa? Afinal, nem eu me importo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já fui mais apegada com essas coisas, mas hoje em dia decidi cuidar mais de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHEGA DE FALSIDADE NA MINHA VIDA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de fazer coisas que eu não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de ouvir comentários que eu não quero ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de ligar pros outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EU TO CAGANDO PRA VC!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aproveitando o recomeço, eu mudo o visual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E acho que vou mudar de casa tbm (denovo). Isso é ótimo! Eu dou meu endereço novo pra quem eu quiser, se vc não tem meu endereço, é porque vc não é bem-vindo na minha casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com o recomeço algumas peças de roupa tbm vão embora e alguns presentes tbm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afnal, eu não vou ficar guardando lembrancinha de quem se quer lembra de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não lembra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero novas amizades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Novos passeios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Novas atitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Novos dias na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só o namorado que continua o mesmo, mas algumas coisas tbm vão mudar em relação a ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aceito sugestões de mudanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NÃO estou aceitando criticas, guarde-as pra si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enfim, me desejem boa sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um novo tempo me espera!&lt;/span&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/2757166463219767360-7148047164625243399?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/7148047164625243399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=7148047164625243399' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7148047164625243399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/7148047164625243399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/12/recomear-dar-uma-nova-chance-si.html' title='Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/ST_EdX6yZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/RgVXyChujDg/s72-c/1188825889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8290931361559932897</id><published>2008-12-01T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:57:57.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>novo   \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/STTARgjw4KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wk62FxEMDhA/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275052470587941026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/STTARgjw4KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wk62FxEMDhA/s400/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Novo layout graças a uma amiguinha do msn que eu não sei o nome xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;créditos pra ela o/&lt;/span&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/2757166463219767360-8290931361559932897?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8290931361559932897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8290931361559932897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8290931361559932897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8290931361559932897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/12/novo-o.html' title='novo   \o/'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/STTARgjw4KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wk62FxEMDhA/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-3375296718299744597</id><published>2008-11-21T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:49:02.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSa8M1CAuSI/AAAAAAAAACM/A8YDkQREigg/s1600-h/cÃ£o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271107342463711522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSa8M1CAuSI/AAAAAAAAACM/A8YDkQREigg/s400/c%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tanta coisa pra fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse é um dos meus maiores defeitos.... eu não consigo levantar a bunda do sofá pra fazer quase nada. Sair de casa então... só se for algo mto importante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Antigamente não era assim, sempre fui meio animadinha, hj em dia fico deitada segurando o xixi porque to com preguiça de levantar pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aaah maldita......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deveria existir um remédio contra preguiça, e um contra sono, e um contra fome.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e um monte de remédio para cada característica minha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu ia ligar pra farmácia... Não ia MESMO andar até lá pra comprar..&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/2757166463219767360-3375296718299744597?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/3375296718299744597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=3375296718299744597' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3375296718299744597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/3375296718299744597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/preguia.html' title='Preguiça'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSa8M1CAuSI/AAAAAAAAACM/A8YDkQREigg/s72-c/c%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5207013604689315554</id><published>2008-11-16T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:07:22.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amigo é amigo, filho da puta é filho da puta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSDf3TBUH8I/AAAAAAAAACE/zxHOdSEmFUw/s1600-h/amigas025.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269457705115066306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSDf3TBUH8I/AAAAAAAAACE/zxHOdSEmFUw/s400/amigas025.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O porquê deste post é simples... mais um desabafo como quase tds os meus posts são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem aqui pode falar de um ex amigo q se tornou um filho da puta? Eu posso citar vários!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quando eu penso que acabou, que eu aprendi e coisa e tal, lá vem um e me magoa também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É um karma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não nasci para manter amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todos têm a péssima mania de um dia SIMPLESMENTE parar de falar comigo ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu digo simplesmente pke todos que pararam, tiveram um motivo, mas até hoje eu não sei qual foi o raio do motivo! Devo ser o tipo de pessoa bem ruim de se conviver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho me policiado nessa questão de fazer amigos, converso, convivo, até confio, mas sempre com um pé atrás, não consigo mais ter aquele pensamento de "amizade: a melhor coisa da vida do ser humano" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com certeza não é a melhor parte da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E, a quem não me conhece, não se assuste, eu sou uma boa amiga =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/2757166463219767360-5207013604689315554?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5207013604689315554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5207013604689315554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5207013604689315554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5207013604689315554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/amigo-amigo-filho-da-puta-filho-da-puta.html' title='amigo é amigo, filho da puta é filho da puta...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SSDf3TBUH8I/AAAAAAAAACE/zxHOdSEmFUw/s72-c/amigas025.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-9124228638368926128</id><published>2008-11-10T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:59:09.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estressada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRjKZ5wx2BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7zivrLNgp8/s1600-h/img+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267182310560749586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRjKZ5wx2BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7zivrLNgp8/s400/img+(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É eu larguei o emprego, daí, uma semana depois eu descubro que PRECISO URGENTEMENTE de um novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não dá pra não ter dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NÃO DÁ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Principalmente quando vc tem uma mãe igual a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu não vou nem reclamar dela aqui porque, quem me conhece, conhece a peste tbm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enfim, decidi por independência! Decidi fazer algo da minha vida... não no ramo profissional, mas fazer por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero a minha casa, a minha família, as minhas coisas. Quero ter os meus problemas, porque só eu serei capaz de resolvê-los. Quero ter a minha vida!!! Mesmo que isso me custe noites de sono perdidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é..... Independência ou morte...&lt;/span&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/2757166463219767360-9124228638368926128?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/9124228638368926128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=9124228638368926128' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/9124228638368926128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/9124228638368926128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/estressada.html' title='Estressada'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRjKZ5wx2BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7zivrLNgp8/s72-c/img+(30).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6481803889185270548</id><published>2008-11-07T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:42:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando vc não é aquilo que querem que vc seja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRS2SdZHnHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-bGeKEUGmd4/s1600-h/fg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266034292546837618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRS2SdZHnHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-bGeKEUGmd4/s400/fg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate the world today&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me&lt;br /&gt;I know but I can't change&lt;br /&gt;tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath&lt;br /&gt;innocent and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cried&lt;br /&gt;You must have been relieved to see the softer side&lt;br /&gt;I can understand how you'd be so confused&lt;br /&gt;I don't envy you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit of everything&lt;br /&gt;all rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;So take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to extremes&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I will change&lt;br /&gt;and today won't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you've got me figured out&lt;br /&gt;the season's already changing&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;and don't try to save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a tease&lt;br /&gt;I'm a goddess on my knees&lt;br /&gt;whou hurt, when you suffer&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel undercover&lt;br /&gt;I've been numbed, I'm revived&lt;br /&gt;can't say I'm not alive&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't want it any other way&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/2757166463219767360-6481803889185270548?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6481803889185270548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6481803889185270548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6481803889185270548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6481803889185270548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-vc-no-aquilo-que-querem-que-vc.html' title='Quando vc não é aquilo que querem que vc seja...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRS2SdZHnHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-bGeKEUGmd4/s72-c/fg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2626486895138817048</id><published>2008-11-05T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:38:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alguém aí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRGhE-dlfcI/AAAAAAAAABs/8o2rSc-4-jY/s1600-h/temporary%20peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265166546231459266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRGhE-dlfcI/AAAAAAAAABs/8o2rSc-4-jY/s400/temporary%2520peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois que se sai do emrego a vida tem um sabor diferente.... Uma mistura de liberdade com prisão. Liberdade porque vc tem tempo pra fazer o que quiser. Prisão porque vc não tem dinheiro pra fazer o que quiser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maldito dinheiro! Sempre atrapalhando a minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelomenos eu não pago a minha internet e posso usá-la o tempo que quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém me liga mais... ninguém quer saber de mim... ou sou eu que não ligo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas to sentindo falta de pessoas pra eu rir e conversar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém conversa comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2626486895138817048?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2626486895138817048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2626486895138817048' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2626486895138817048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2626486895138817048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/algum.html' title='alguém aí?'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SRGhE-dlfcI/AAAAAAAAABs/8o2rSc-4-jY/s72-c/temporary%2520peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-8413569472568753526</id><published>2008-11-03T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:31:44.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQ7TBslCoXI/AAAAAAAAABk/9at4-ygOcFQ/s1600-h/ATcAAAAC6XrZzIVDIcpYYi9pvQTk7j7CDz8sndW3y6OaahUdzPoNfvHKBN-sBq_cQg2X7KyZpz07o-nbzA9u7ymYPSITAJtU9VDV5Ou0d7dzINo7esa7BAC9q6XAfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264377040542540146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQ7TBslCoXI/AAAAAAAAABk/9at4-ygOcFQ/s400/ATcAAAAC6XrZzIVDIcpYYi9pvQTk7j7CDz8sndW3y6OaahUdzPoNfvHKBN-sBq_cQg2X7KyZpz07o-nbzA9u7ymYPSITAJtU9VDV5Ou0d7dzINo7esa7BAC9q6XAfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ultimamente não tenho criatividade pra nada, nem pra isso aqui.......&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/2757166463219767360-8413569472568753526?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/8413569472568753526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=8413569472568753526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8413569472568753526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/8413569472568753526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQ7TBslCoXI/AAAAAAAAABk/9at4-ygOcFQ/s72-c/ATcAAAAC6XrZzIVDIcpYYi9pvQTk7j7CDz8sndW3y6OaahUdzPoNfvHKBN-sBq_cQg2X7KyZpz07o-nbzA9u7ymYPSITAJtU9VDV5Ou0d7dzINo7esa7BAC9q6XAfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-6945964120964087646</id><published>2008-10-31T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:04:36.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só uma coisa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQrmMPI6nsI/AAAAAAAAABc/chocs_6fA1I/s1600-h/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263272212432592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQrmMPI6nsI/AAAAAAAAABc/chocs_6fA1I/s400/suicide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É muito difícl ter que aceitar as pessoas do jeito que elas são....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muito difícil meeeesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu melhor método e mais usado, é parar de aturá-las....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;parece cruel e tal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas é o meu jeito... pq vc não pega e aceita??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vida de merda!&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/2757166463219767360-6945964120964087646?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/6945964120964087646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=6945964120964087646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6945964120964087646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/6945964120964087646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-uma-coisa.html' title='Só uma coisa!'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SQrmMPI6nsI/AAAAAAAAABc/chocs_6fA1I/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5747039056770354804</id><published>2008-10-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:16:17.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos loucos por cachorro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SPT-A_2i8pI/AAAAAAAAABU/KF9QQKDgxlU/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1RWNRfnT81pz6RdgqQ15psnukUNHaNYSlhiLg7qOqmaCe-oItmp0vpe1lowV31p2VzneT4Nkq7sU2OHH4cC11c6NP-o8IKQ9vXgeViHtv-RfAwKBihzNFYAkFb6G7rVR07g3A72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105958141883026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SPT-A_2i8pI/AAAAAAAAABU/KF9QQKDgxlU/s400/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1RWNRfnT81pz6RdgqQ15psnukUNHaNYSlhiLg7qOqmaCe-oItmp0vpe1lowV31p2VzneT4Nkq7sU2OHH4cC11c6NP-o8IKQ9vXgeViHtv-RfAwKBihzNFYAkFb6G7rVR07g3A72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Seria possível que um cachorro pudesse mostrar aos seres humanos o que realmente importava na vida? Eu acreditava que sim. Lealdade. Coragem. Devoção. Simplicidade. Alegria. E também as coisas que não tinham importância. Um cão não precisa de carros modernos, palacetes ou roupas de grife. Símbolos de status não significam nada para ele. Um pedaço de madeira encontrado na praia serve. Um cão não julga os outros por sua cor, credo ou classe, mas por quem são por dentro. Um cão não se importa se você é rico ou pobre, educado ou analfabeto, inteligente ou burro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Se você lhe der o seu coração, ele lhe dará o dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É realmente muito simples, mas, mesmo assim, nós humanos, tão mais sábios e sofisticados, sempre tivemos problemas para descobrir o que realmente importa ou não."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Texto tirado do livro "Marley e Eu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ainda tem gente que me pergunta o porquê de eu gostar mais de bicho que de gente....&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/2757166463219767360-5747039056770354804?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5747039056770354804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5747039056770354804' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5747039056770354804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5747039056770354804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/10/somos-loucos-por-cachorro.html' title='Somos loucos por cachorro'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SPT-A_2i8pI/AAAAAAAAABU/KF9QQKDgxlU/s72-c/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1RWNRfnT81pz6RdgqQ15psnukUNHaNYSlhiLg7qOqmaCe-oItmp0vpe1lowV31p2VzneT4Nkq7sU2OHH4cC11c6NP-o8IKQ9vXgeViHtv-RfAwKBihzNFYAkFb6G7rVR07g3A72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-1289327596796314475</id><published>2008-10-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:34:58.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bala de Caramelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SO_mlFfqFGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nKCq291ZEkU/s1600-h/foto_alimentos_confeitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672814969164898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SO_mlFfqFGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nKCq291ZEkU/s400/foto_alimentos_confeitos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para a Balinha de Caramelo mais doce que já existiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Nirvana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Polly wants a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Think I should get off her first&lt;br /&gt;I think she wants some water&lt;br /&gt;To put out the blow torch&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me&lt;br /&gt;Have a seat&lt;br /&gt;Let me clean&lt;br /&gt;Your dirty wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;Please myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got some hope&lt;br /&gt;You have been told&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I have been true&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;Please myself&lt;br /&gt;Polly wants a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she would like some food&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to untie her&lt;br /&gt;A chase would be nice for a few&lt;br /&gt;It isn't me&lt;br /&gt;Have a seat&lt;br /&gt;Let me clean&lt;br /&gt;Your dirty wings&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;Please myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got some hope&lt;br /&gt;You have been told&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I have been true&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want some help&lt;br /&gt;Please myself&lt;br /&gt;Polly said&lt;br /&gt;Polly says her back hurts&lt;br /&gt;And she's just as bored as me&lt;br /&gt;She caught me off my guard&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me, the will of instinct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-1289327596796314475?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/1289327596796314475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=1289327596796314475' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1289327596796314475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/1289327596796314475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/10/bala-de-caramelo.html' title='Bala de Caramelo'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SO_mlFfqFGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nKCq291ZEkU/s72-c/foto_alimentos_confeitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-5280852790899308975</id><published>2008-10-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:17:37.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O problema das Putas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOV4sdqwNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zq_2uujRKzM/s1600-h/mulher-230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252737245671077682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOV4sdqwNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zq_2uujRKzM/s400/mulher-230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não! Nada contra elas exatamente, afinal, o buraco é delas, elas dão pra quem quiser, mas elas precisam mesmo se submeter à visão masculina do mundo? Eu queria que não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mulher de hoje ficou muito estereotipada e a culpa é dela mesma! A grande maioria dos homens ainda separam as mulheres, as que são feitas pra casar das que são feitas pra comer... Como assim? TODAS deveriam ser altamente casáveis e comíveis! Pra quê atender a essa linha de pensamento ridícula dos homens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O homem não foi quem primeiro perdeu o respeito pela mulher, a mulher é que já não se sabe respeitar e, tudo bem não gostar da atitude da maioria dos homens, mas daí começar a agir como eles alegando direitos iguais já é demais né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falta bom senso, falta MUITO bom senso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu continuarei me perguntando... De que adiantou, nós mulheres lutarmos por todos os direitos que temos, por igualdade e respeito se hoje grande parte de nós se contenta em estarem estampadas em uma revista mostrando aquilo que ainda é sagrado (pelomenos pra mim né) para um bando de marmajos punheteiros que só acham que somos um mero pedaço de carne sem valor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De que adiantou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pense nisso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-5280852790899308975?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/5280852790899308975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=5280852790899308975' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5280852790899308975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/5280852790899308975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-problema-das-putas.html' title='O problema das Putas'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOV4sdqwNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zq_2uujRKzM/s72-c/mulher-230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-765944755622084399</id><published>2008-10-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:18:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alívio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOQ9pXa900I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tkBNkNORvoc/s1600-h/bj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252390846291891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOQ9pXa900I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tkBNkNORvoc/s400/bj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansada.... fim de provas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhando com o primeiro dia de novembro, dia em que estarei livre o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que saudade de não fazer nada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudades MUITAS do meu bebê, e só de pensar que a partir do próximo ano a gente vai se ver menos ainda.... quase morro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nenhuma novidade e sem criatividade alguma, só a correria de sempre e os pensamentos que me deixam com dor de cabeça... normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hj estive me perguntando se eu sou a ultima pessoa "sonhadora" no mundo..... tipo.... eu sonho sabe? que tudo sempre vai dar certo, e que tudo sempre vai ser melhor.... juro que tem sido, JURO! Então, pra quem tiver lendo aí, sei que é uma coisa meio babona/idiota, mas não vale a pena não correr atras daquilo que vc realmente quer, não vale a pena se entregar a qualquer circunstancia só pra sentir um pouco satisfeito.... Sempre tenho em mente que eu mereço muito mais do que eu tenho, e sempre busco o melhor pra mim. Busque vc tbm ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a saudade vai me mataaaaaaaaaaar, a distância logo logo vai me matar tbm.....&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/2757166463219767360-765944755622084399?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/765944755622084399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=765944755622084399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/765944755622084399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/765944755622084399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/10/alvio.html' title='Alívio'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SOQ9pXa900I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tkBNkNORvoc/s72-c/bj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-2395861168012223234</id><published>2008-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:40:51.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu já estou com saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SNAZYf3DaPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lqF2h0JaKbA/s1600-h/isaefredmont.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721474546591986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SNAZYf3DaPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lqF2h0JaKbA/s320/isaefredmont.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sim, já estou com saudades.... td bem que a gente vive brigando e bla bla bla... mas ele foi sempre um amigo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É muito dificil não ficar triste quando se convive há tanto tempo com uma pessoa que se gosta tanto, alguém que está sempre ali com você. A gente se xinga, a gente briga, a gente se odeia mas a gente se ama, e eu vou sentir muita falta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muita mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o restinho de dia de hoje passe beeeeem devagar, porque vai ser muito dificil o de amanhã....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757166463219767360-2395861168012223234?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/2395861168012223234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=2395861168012223234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2395861168012223234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/2395861168012223234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-eu-j-estou-com-saudades.html' title='Porque eu já estou com saudades...'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SNAZYf3DaPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lqF2h0JaKbA/s72-c/isaefredmont.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757166463219767360.post-4749072475639370699</id><published>2008-09-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:52:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Início</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SM3MEfikQSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6h9H2-hClbo/s1600-h/duvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246073518514520354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SM3MEfikQSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6h9H2-hClbo/s320/duvida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Eu ainda não tenho nada pra escrever.... ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Criar é tão estressante já   u__u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;As idéias foram embora.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;nhé.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;*tédio*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;até amanhã então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/2757166463219767360-4749072475639370699?l=andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/feeds/4749072475639370699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757166463219767360&amp;postID=4749072475639370699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4749072475639370699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757166463219767360/posts/default/4749072475639370699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andtheskywasallviolet.blogspot.com/2008/09/incio.html' title='Início'/><author><name>Isa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947610057784922903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/TJi-z4ATlFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3FFJEPuXdI4/S220/P160910_11.45%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_b8mNva7Go/SM3MEfikQSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6h9H2-hClbo/s72-c/duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
