<?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-4755099392625884534</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:20:06.205-08:00</updated><category term='apresentação'/><title type='text'>No 204</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui nesse mundo, perdidos.Pessoas sao somente pessoas; Usavel é o mundo e sua imaginação.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-1533939263330918416</id><published>2011-03-10T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:27:27.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval: água e Deus Dionísio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hDkcNUZX1Cs/TXkcyEk-ItI/AAAAAAAAALI/rPhmt7kumf4/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hDkcNUZX1Cs/TXkcyEk-ItI/AAAAAAAAALI/rPhmt7kumf4/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois de muita farra, temos até o sabado para nos recompormos, e isso so com muita água.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EJOjujW4y9U/TXkluD1mxLI/AAAAAAAAALM/yn3tTU0FdRc/s1600/BOTD-030211-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EJOjujW4y9U/TXkluD1mxLI/AAAAAAAAALM/yn3tTU0FdRc/s320/BOTD-030211-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coisas interessantes acontecem no Carnaval, e aqui começarei a citar o Deus Dioníso, ou Baco.Segundo a lenda grega esse é o Deus do vinho, das festas, da alegria, bem ligado a nossa folia, se fosse brasileiro provavelmente seria um lider gay, fino, culto e que estaria no carro abre alas da Grande-Rio, contudo o que mais me chamou atenção nesse mitologico ser foi sua concepção.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filho de Zeus e da mortal princesa Sêmele, e odiado por Hera teve como prenuncio inicial de seus pais um amor quase sublime.Com ciumes da relação de ambos Hera desfarçou-se de Beroe e convenceu Sêmele a pedir uma prova da divindade de Zeus que como prometido ele lançou-se ao alto, junto as névoas obedientes e nuvens de tempestades, relâmpagos, ventos e trovões, e o corpo da mortal não foi capaz de suportar tamnaha descarga celestial de energia, foi queimada até as cinzas.O bebe ainda imcompleto foi jogado do utero de sua mae nas coxas de seu pai ate completar sua gestação.Cresceu então escondido em forma de cabrito, e foi levado a morar com as ninfas. Perseguido por Hera, com muita sabedoria aprendeu o cultivo da videira e do manejo das uvas.Com seus ensinamentos sobre cultivo chegou até Réia, mãe dos Deus, a quem o Purificou e ensinou ritos de iniciação.Resgatou sua mãe Sêmele dos inferos e a levou até Zeus a quem a transformou em Deusa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hístoria bastante interessante e otima saga mitologica a meu carnaval.Entre dias interminaveis e de muito descanso, a noite se aproxinava sempre com toques de alegria, sumei a cidade onde meus pais moram, aquele lugar tem uma certa magia e um chamado que eu nao sei ao certo dos seus propositos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noites de folia, divertidas.A segunda noite por sua vez me reservava algo que a muito não encontrara.Um olhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penetrante, sabia e instigante.O musica carnavalesca com suas marchinhas alegres me conduziam a uma sedução unica.Encantado por aquele envolvimento revolvi que era hora de ir mais a fundo, trocamos uma conversa rapida, e nao percebemos o tempo que se passara rapidamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hora de voltar pra casa, pelo menos é assim que os bons imaginam.Menos eu. Com um grupo de amigos resolvemos que era hora de estender a noite, a casa deles fomos, bebidas, mãos que se envolvem, corpos que se tocam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nosso momento havia chegado, saimos daquele pedadinho de conforto e fomos ao recanto de desejos.Corpo divinamente macio, agil, sábio, eu noa podia mais fazer nada, a não ser deixar-me envolver mais e mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noite magica, dia magnifico, contudo como todo amor de carnaval acaba na quarta, o meu como começou se foi logo tão cedo ainda da terça.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em resumo não so pelo galante que me foi apresentado tenho que dizer, tudo volta a se encaixar e completar F E L I C I D A D E.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Ao Deus Dioníso que me conduziu a tão forte Desejo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-1533939263330918416?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/1533939263330918416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boneca de Ariadna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEBWmElX7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xv-_4ZKatv8/s1600/petits+gars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEBWmElX7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xv-_4ZKatv8/s320/petits+gars.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucival, Diogo e Daniel Brincando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEDNWkWVPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nISJewz7xxQ/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEDNWkWVPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nISJewz7xxQ/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana fazendo carão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEGBOQi3_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PtTO-uk17mo/s1600/sem185_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEGBOQi3_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PtTO-uk17mo/s320/sem185_06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEGXlDNzSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Aa0vJskUHsA/s1600/fotos-bizarras.jpg" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TUEAint85EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8t_8GjTSVDs/s72-c/contrefa%25C3%25A7on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-3766197800110929507</id><published>2010-12-17T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:15:00.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Trem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TQsbFXfoc_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tr2q-eHJIZk/s1600/trem-da-alegria-img-m6a68ac0a8400a6684c9a0b573a9f747e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TQsbFXfoc_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Tr2q-eHJIZk/s1600/trem-da-alegria-img-m6a68ac0a8400a6684c9a0b573a9f747e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apressem-se que o trem ja vai partir.A viagem é longa e a alegria nos espera.(Ráá)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-3766197800110929507?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/3766197800110929507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=3766197800110929507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-9045802355308575734</id><published>2010-12-16T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:10:09.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque durante o caminho as vezes nos perdemos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TQsMK7FbAnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q_G5CbpXTx8/s1600/tumblr_l57tc2vMsi1qbm2klo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TQsMK7FbAnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q_G5CbpXTx8/s320/tumblr_l57tc2vMsi1qbm2klo1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A estrada é ardua e mesmo assim, mesmo que por vezes sabendo ao certo o caminho, nos perdemos como crianças ingenuas.Contudo, tendo dor ou apenas sabedoria, sabemos encontra-lo de volta.Juramos não mas nos perder-mos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-9045802355308575734?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/9045802355308575734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=9045802355308575734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/9045802355308575734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/9045802355308575734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2010/12/porque-durante-o-caminho-as-vezes-nos.html' title='Porque durante o caminho as vezes nos perdemos.'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TQsMK7FbAnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q_G5CbpXTx8/s72-c/tumblr_l57tc2vMsi1qbm2klo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6677244165839714471</id><published>2010-07-08T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:33:05.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossas Conversas (6', e sonho da Promolter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TDbBkIKyDtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JevtuCTFo-s/s1600/Souzacampus-BeijoSafado353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491789622037057234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TDbBkIKyDtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JevtuCTFo-s/s320/Souzacampus-BeijoSafado353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Criaturinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;paraaaaa tudo e entra neste blog&lt;br /&gt;http://www.modaamazonia.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;Oiii meu bem!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;olhaaaaa la os sapatinos quee o Herchcovitch fez&lt;br /&gt;ja vou deixar de usar melissa e carmem steffens&lt;br /&gt;aopsdkpasokdopaksdpokaopdka&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;haahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ainda tá abrindo&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;enfim deixandoo a gayzsse de lado&lt;br /&gt;comooo estas??&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;to ótima baby,tudo tranquilo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;viuu os sapatos?&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas hein,tem muiiita coisa nesse blog,adorei&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;poise meninaa, sabee como é souu todo culturaaa futil&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;to vendo,eu queero&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;okapdkpoaskdopakdo&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;deixoti contar&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas hem?? qual a de hojee??contaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Cris Pimentel diz:&lt;br /&gt;EX-GATINHO me deu um livro de presente&lt;br /&gt;adiviinha qual?&lt;br /&gt;Eldon diz:&lt;br /&gt;EX-GATINHO??? quem é esteee???&lt;br /&gt;kama sutra&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;meu ex&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha não seria tão ousado,infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;Diario do vampiro - o confronto&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;memorias eroticas de uma quase virgem???&lt;br /&gt;sacooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;pago um pau pra este EX-GATINHO&lt;br /&gt;eiiiiiiiiii e o ATUAL BOBO-DA-CORTE??&lt;br /&gt;deixa ele por hoje e sai comiiigo,&lt;br /&gt;to tão amargo ontem sequei uma garrafa de vinhoo em casa&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;ai mentiira seu chato&lt;br /&gt;nem me convida&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;poakdpfoakpk&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;rsrs não vou sair com o ATUAL BOBO-DA-CORTE hj não,mas vou ficar em casa q sou uma garota estudiosa e tenho prova amanhã&lt;br /&gt;A propósito,o livro é ótimo e eu já terminei de ler,te empresto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;aff eu tbm too super enrolado na facul, mas meninaaaaa vem pro LUGAR DE TODO MUNDO comigoo só pra assistir não sei o queee&lt;br /&gt;é rapido e sujo igual foda em motel&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaha q é isso!&lt;br /&gt;o q é rápido e sujo,me perdi!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;a tua saida comigo baby&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;aaahn tá!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;então aceitaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas é sério,to lascada nessa disciplina&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer minha cola tbm&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah então deixaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais nesta vida te convido pra nadaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;raivinhaaaa de tii&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;ai tu és um fraco!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;spaodkpaodkopaksd&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;hj é terça meu beeem&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;queee fracoo nada baby, souuu é cool&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;sexta eu topo qualquer parada!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;enton eu sou fracooo, se hj é terçaaa e ja too querendo farra imagineee na sexta&lt;br /&gt;bobaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;oasdkapsokopdakspdokpaoskdpoaskdopkaspokdopakdopkaspdoksop&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;vamo vamo sexta&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah baby, sei nãooo e sextaa eu quiser me prostituir&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;please,para com teu show e vamo marcar logo desde hj a programação de sexta&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;aopsdkpoakspdokas&lt;br /&gt;então seladoo&lt;br /&gt;sextaaa a gentee vai pro BAR DA MODA&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ser tua agenciadora&lt;br /&gt;metá-metá&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;querooo so ver, tu ta me prometendoo uma sexta muito calorosa contiiigo, meeeeeeeedo que seja so paaapo&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;baby,leve seu chicotinho&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;pkoaskpdokasopkdsopkaopdkpaoskdopaskopdksopakdopskapdokaspokop&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;suas algemas enfeitadas&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;de plumas rosas???&lt;br /&gt;aopsdkopaskdopaksdopaksopd&lt;br /&gt;sadomasoquista¹&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;adoooooro&lt;br /&gt;a gente vai pro BAR DA MODA então?&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;vamos sim.&lt;br /&gt;BAR DA MODA é finooo baby&lt;br /&gt;te ligooo serioo na sexta pelaa tardeee&lt;br /&gt;e tua vida sentimental comoo ta???&lt;br /&gt;ah se eu ficar porre tu cuidas de mim ta???&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;olha,se vc não ligar eu vou na tua casa jogar ovos na parede.&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;coisa mas ana carolina&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;e eu cuido sim,pq vc não é muito pesado.Mas começou a me tratar mal,eu largo na calçada e finjo que nem conheço,aviso logo!&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;opaksdopkaopdkopkapodka&lt;br /&gt;quee nada mas pra adrianna calcanhotto&lt;br /&gt;poaksdpoaksopdkaopkdpoak&lt;br /&gt;que nadaaa queriida eu te tratando mal??&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;♫ vou bateer na sua porta de noiteee..completamente nuaaa...quem sabe então assim vc repara em mim....♫&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;paraa que eu vou ficar porre não burro&lt;br /&gt;pkaspodkapdokapo&lt;br /&gt;se tu bater na minha porta nua nem rolaaa, podiamos dormir nus, quee nadaaa&lt;br /&gt;aoksdkopaskdopkapsodk&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;que nada,nem te largo na calçada.chamo o taxista mais gordo,feio e suado que eu encontrar pra te deixar em casa&lt;br /&gt;*nojinho*&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;pakodkpaoskdpoakopd&lt;br /&gt;creedo baby, esse papo feio pra cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;e eu nem te curto tá?vc nem quis me pôr no posto de nova namorada adorada e bem tratada (até rimou)&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;me chama um sarado com cara de tarado e manda ele me levar a um motel queee te contooo todo kama sutra depois&lt;br /&gt;apksdokaopsdkpakdpakpdokaop&lt;br /&gt;eu iria te por se vc ja não tivesse namorandoo, o bobo da cortee DA DIDADE MINUSCULA&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaahhaahaha vc não presta!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;pensa bem, sou mais gatinhoo que ele, tenho mais granaaa e posso ser mais taradooo quee aqueleee pretinhoo - sem ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;kopakspdokaopksdpoaksopdakpdoa&lt;br /&gt;euuu odeio meu humor negroo e imprestavel&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;ai que maldade!!não fala assiim...a gnt tá tão bem!Mas se eu parar pra refletir.....eu voto em vc&lt;br /&gt;tens uma carinha de tarado mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;akopskdpoaksdpoaskpdokaopsdkasopk&lt;br /&gt;eu não to me dsfazendoo dele, ou falando vc se desfaze.r sexooo sujo é ultima modaaa em todos os becos desta viida&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;deixa a 1ª crise chegar que eu troco hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;faz com ele e pensa em como posso ser produtivo na camaaa&lt;br /&gt;paks,poa,sdpla,sdo,pas,dopas,doa&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahahaahah ROLANDO DE RIR AQUI&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha diz:&lt;br /&gt;enfim deixando nosso amor platonico e sacana praa la, senti tua faltaa&lt;br /&gt;essa conversa tem que ser gravadaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;aopsdkopaskdpo&lt;br /&gt;Promolter diz:&lt;br /&gt;e se no meio da evolução eu falar um "aiii CRIATURINHA..." como fás?&lt;br /&gt;Criaturinha disse:&lt;br /&gt;Entonnn. Esperando esse “ aii CRIATURINHA...” comigo, eu trato de acordar e jurar que foi pesadelo..oapsdkopsdkb. &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/4755099392625884534-6677244165839714471?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6677244165839714471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6677244165839714471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6677244165839714471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6677244165839714471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2010/07/nossas-conversas-6-e-sonho-da-promolter.html' title='Nossas Conversas (6&apos;, e sonho da Promolter!'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/TDbBkIKyDtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JevtuCTFo-s/s72-c/Souzacampus-BeijoSafado353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-7018300396038239496</id><published>2010-04-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:14:48.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ,Chocolates e Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7esll26T8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JGMWEm5AKnY/s1600/chocolate450_acf46660b12fbecaa34a2bc01a009aa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7esll26T8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JGMWEm5AKnY/s320/chocolate450_acf46660b12fbecaa34a2bc01a009aa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456019235400208322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No delinear dos chocolates de páscoa lembro de você, minha amada.&lt;br /&gt;Como tua presença ainda se faz constante em mim, nosso desejo de construir tantas coisas juntos se foi com uma mentira banal....&lt;br /&gt;Pelo blog alhei (http://nadaemminhamente.blogspot.com/), vejo o seguinte texto com o título "um encanto"&lt;br /&gt;Como eramos felizes, faz exatamente 3 semanas desde que tudo aconteceu, semanas longes de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Já dormir durantes horas, ja tomei remedios pra dormir umas tantas outras horas, ja liguei pra você sem ao menos saber o que te falar, ja chorei incontaveis vezes, ouvi musicas deprimentes&lt;br /&gt;Como queria você de volta ao meu lado, sem desconfianças.Queria te fechar num mundinho que construimos antes, e que você não sei porque fins quiz se desfazer.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, muito, porem não creio que um recomeço se faça diante de tantas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Como esses assuntos deprimentes, não fazem o estigma do blog, pergunto.Como e por onde andam Sarcastica e promoter?!?&lt;br /&gt;Imagens delirantes de Sarcastica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7euT4dKewI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P3XZoNTd5i0/s1600/Mulher+comendo+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7euT4dKewI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P3XZoNTd5i0/s320/Mulher+comendo+chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456021130178099970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um recorte da foto proibida de Promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7evGFL22VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x8qGJLm0UrA/s1600/boca%2Bcomendo%2Bchocolate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7evGFL22VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x8qGJLm0UrA/s320/boca%2Bcomendo%2Bchocolate.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456021992588630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fícaadicaácida enquanto a promoter! (aopskdpoas)&lt;br /&gt;Á todos uma possivel volta.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates à todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-7018300396038239496?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/7018300396038239496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=7018300396038239496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7018300396038239496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7018300396038239496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-chocolates-e-saudades.html' title='Amor ,Chocolates e Saudades'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/S7esll26T8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JGMWEm5AKnY/s72-c/chocolate450_acf46660b12fbecaa34a2bc01a009aa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-543041574527700731</id><published>2009-12-25T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:09:13.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio de uma volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha ultima postagem aqui foi quando?!? nem lembro mais, leiam por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O cheiro de vinho impregnado na mão, o calor da época de festas, a doçura das comidas apetitosas, o valor humano.Nesses tempos de felicidades olhar pra tras é inevitavel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Como sera que andam minhas belas Sarcasticas e Promoter?!?Ainda existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tudo se passou tão, tão, tão depressa, que momentos felizes com pessoas amadas são hoje o fruto da imaginação de um ser romantico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tenho saudades de vocês, de quando nem se pensava no cheiro de um bom vinho, e sim em tirar o cheiro impregnado de uma boa laranja, fincada no preparo de um Hi-Fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Antes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sonho com um principe encantado - de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;deslumbre com o mundano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;incompreendidos no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cheios de esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cheiro de ceveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feliz ao lado da princesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feliz na simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amando sendo amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;vivendo o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;desfrutanto do aroma inigualável dos vinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saudades ja não me cabem, apareçam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: criaturinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-543041574527700731?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/543041574527700731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=543041574527700731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/543041574527700731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/543041574527700731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/12/ensaio-de-uma-volta.html' title='Ensaio de uma volta.'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-5739384685802464053</id><published>2009-04-29T07:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:02:26.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Que é isso,minha gente??*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfhpMVk1ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzygFbO9-UU/s1600-h/11a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfhpMVk1ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzygFbO9-UU/s320/11a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330125819663967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"O que é mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de imaginar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- que um pivete de 11 anos roubou 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;veículos&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ele dirigindo em alta velocidade um carro que ele mal&lt;br /&gt;alcança os pedais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- que o pai dessa porra nem deu uma sova de cinta&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dexo&lt;/span&gt;u num cantinho com arame farpado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- como ele fez pra roubar 8 (OITO!!!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;veículos&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o muleque é um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gênio&lt;/span&gt; do crime!!!&lt;br /&gt;se com 11 ele rouba carros e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com 30  ele vai ta roubando o q ?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahahahaha mas eu miacabo com assas coisas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promoter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://nicotinacafeinada.blogspot.com/search/label/Vato-Loko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-5739384685802464053?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/5739384685802464053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=5739384685802464053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5739384685802464053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5739384685802464053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/maa-que-p-e-essa.html' title='~*Que é isso,minha gente??*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfhpMVk1ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzygFbO9-UU/s72-c/11a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-4397883043624951615</id><published>2009-04-28T05:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:17:24.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Outro teste!*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(36, 98, 165); font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;É um pedido de um amigo blogueiro tbm,aí vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)- Nome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cristchélly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2)- Porque lhe deram esse nome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Humpf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3)- Faz pedidos às estrelas? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiz.Mas até agora,nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4)- Quando foi a última vez que chorou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dia desses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5)- Gosta da sua letra? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6)- Gosta de pão com o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Queijo.Presunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7)- Quantos filhos tem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8)- Se fosse outra pessoa seria seu amigo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)- Saltaria de bungee-jump?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com certeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)- Desamarra os cadarços dos ténis antes de os tirar?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11)- Acredita que é uma pessoa forte? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12)- Sorvete favorito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mamão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13)- Vermelho ou preto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14)- O que menos gostas em ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15)- O que mais gosta em si? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Não falo meeesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16)- De quem sente saudades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amigos distantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17)- Descreva que roupa e calçado está a usar agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Calça jeans,blusa baby look,sapatilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18)- Qual foi a última coisa que comeu hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Um bombom que ganhei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19)- O que está a ouvir agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A voz do povo da sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20)- A última pessoa com quem falou ao telefone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com minha irmã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21)- Bebida favorita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22)- Comida favorita? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lasanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23)- Último filme que viu no cinema e com quem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Juro que não me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24)- Dia favorito do ano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;04-02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25)- Inverno ou Verão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26) Beijos ou abraços? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beeeijos,milhões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;27) Qual a sua sobremesa favorita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brigadeiro.Aliás,faz teempo que não como brigadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;28)- Que livro está a ler? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nenhum!Que vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;29)- O que tem na parede do seu quarto? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Interruptores. Ainda não pendurei nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30)- Filmes favoritos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31)- Onde foi o lugar mais longe que já foi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha prefiro nem comentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;32)- Uma música?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Uma só não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;33)- Uma frase? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que bom, já acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13;"  &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/4755099392625884534-4397883043624951615?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/4397883043624951615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=4397883043624951615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4397883043624951615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4397883043624951615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/outro-teste.html' title='~*Outro teste!*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2063854242903709136</id><published>2009-04-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:31:08.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfXdY9qsASI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UF7JAzTOsP8/s1600-h/2462146153_3d5e75599d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfXdY9qsASI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UF7JAzTOsP8/s320/2462146153_3d5e75599d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329409155003056418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao som de Sara Barielles – Love Song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aniversariando!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meu Deus, quanta coisa se passou.Primeiramente agradeço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aos meus pais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fonte de toda minha inspiração, meus ídolos, meus fãs, sinto saudade de cada pequena coisa que fazemos juntos.Agradeço tudo a vocês, minha educação, saúde, meu respito, minha visão de mundo.Me sinto protegido perto de vocês Amo-os.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus irmãos:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como descrever cada carinho sem antes descrever as brigas?!Sinistras.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nossas risadas, nossos choros, nossas gritarias, nossas comilanças, nossa roubalheira de bombons (Risos.).Me sinto protetor perto de vocês.Amo-os&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Paula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque só tu consegue me entender!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aos amigos:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que sou inconstante,e agradeço vocês por&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mesmo com visto defeito não me abandonarem nas horas que precisei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha Promoter, quantas coisas passamos juntos, você pra mim é um pedaço de uma fase que se foi, um fase boa, e como pedaço digo que fique com o melhor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baixaria, nunca te ouvi falando em tristezas e dores, apesar de saber que as tem, te admiro pela tua capacidade da constante felicidade.Que nossas Rasgas sejam eternas.Que minhas alegrias contigo durem o tempo necessário pra se fazer eterna.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amigos de Rasga, ooooo queee?!?Sóo baixarias.Meu pacote, meu amor platônico,minha fina, meu cabelo cri-cri, o motorista, minha japa, meu stles!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sarcástica, apesar de me dar constantes “bolos”, te amo.Meu compreender em Silêncio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jessica, vidinha.Já cansei de te dizer como seria incompleto sem você.Recorro a ti quando choro, recorro a ti nos conselhos.Meu “sangue”.Te amo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mariana, chata quee brigo e que amo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Andressa Fernanda.Caralho, não me conformo, nós nunca estudávamos e tu passou em duas faculdades.Merda.Te amo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Primo, Como posso não me desarmar se teu sorriso, fala por ti.Brigamos, muito.Desconfio de ti por nada, te dedico o mais feio palavrão, e você me sorri.Lerdo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha coleguinha de curso.Ah mana, toda vez que pego nos ácidos lembro que teria que jogar em você mais não consigo.Porque só tu me acorda pro trabalho, só tu me da vale pro ônibus, só tu coloca meu nome nos grupos mesmo quando não vou.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chega!Devo ta esquecendo de muitas pessoas mas enfim todas foram importantes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Claro que não podia ficar de fora o pedido do aniversariante.São dois.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Clareza aos meus pais.Porque sem eles não vivo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Que tu pares de demorar e chegue logo, porque eu já cansei de amar pessoas erradas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acho que muitos não irão entender meus pedidos, mais os daí de cima sabem do que falo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enfim, parabéns pra mim! \o/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By:Criaturinha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-2063854242903709136?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2063854242903709136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2063854242903709136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2063854242903709136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2063854242903709136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-som-de-sara-barielles-love-song.html' title=''/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfXdY9qsASI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UF7JAzTOsP8/s72-c/2462146153_3d5e75599d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2359025261415088146</id><published>2009-04-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:58:44.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Tinha que postar.*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfBzNwMrYII/AAAAAAAAAI8/-PJRwxClvTI/s1600-h/3019MarTwofeetWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfBzNwMrYII/AAAAAAAAAI8/-PJRwxClvTI/s320/3019MarTwofeetWeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327885039292866690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gente,me desculpem,mas eu acho digníssimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ai...quero 10 pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;By Promoter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-2359025261415088146?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2359025261415088146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2359025261415088146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2359025261415088146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2359025261415088146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/tinha-que-postar.html' title='~*Tinha que postar.*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SfBzNwMrYII/AAAAAAAAAI8/-PJRwxClvTI/s72-c/3019MarTwofeetWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-1810924888099558518</id><published>2009-04-22T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:00:25.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Percam as esperanças!*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas a gente acha cada coisa na internet...Olha isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/Se8UYBr1iiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhPg1McM3Vc/s1600-h/rompimentodeacordo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/Se8UYBr1iiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhPg1McM3Vc/s320/rompimentodeacordo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327499287204301346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Essa foi pra quem achava que o mundo tinha jeito ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-1810924888099558518?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/1810924888099558518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=1810924888099558518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/1810924888099558518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/1810924888099558518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/percam-as-esperancas.html' title='~*Percam as esperanças!*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/Se8UYBr1iiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jhPg1McM3Vc/s72-c/rompimentodeacordo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6779014282931375235</id><published>2009-04-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:30:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Boa quinta feira gent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Antes de desanimarem lembrem-se:amanhã já é sexta!Não que o fds pareça muito promissor,mas não devemos perder as esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;   As coisas vão indo bem,acho que finalmente consegui me livrar de um problema que vem me acompanhando há muito tempo,e talvez tenha sido por minha culpa.Tá,foi por minha culpa.Tô um pouquiiinho triste,mas só um pouquinho,eu sei que vai passar!Mas quem então pode mandar no próprio coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  É como eu li num blog ainda agora:Desculpem-me amigos!Estou diante de uma encruzilhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E a encruzilhada da vida,não há macumba q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ue resolva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SecjqeU3TJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2MiIvWo_-vo/s1600-h/peanuts_depressao.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SecjqeU3TJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2MiIvWo_-vo/s320/peanuts_depressao.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325264296990952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4755099392625884534-6779014282931375235?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6779014282931375235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6779014282931375235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6779014282931375235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6779014282931375235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/04/boa-quinta-feira-gent-e-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SecjqeU3TJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2MiIvWo_-vo/s72-c/peanuts_depressao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6995802947668904420</id><published>2009-03-26T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:18:47.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Precisa falar mais?*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Minha irmã adora a Clarice Lispector.Ela tem motivos,sarcástica ou não,a Clarice é maravilhosa.Motivo pra repensar o tema do TCC dela,e nessa minha segunda postagem do dia(sem o que fazer MESMO),vou deixar uma frase dela,que acho que vai fazer parte do nosso blog daqui em diante.Até pq a criaturinha tbm gosta desta autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Mentir dá remorso. E não mentir é um dom que o mundo não merece..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-6995802947668904420?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6995802947668904420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6995802947668904420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6995802947668904420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6995802947668904420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/03/precisa-falar-mais.html' title='~*Precisa falar mais?*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-7094061912395036340</id><published>2009-03-26T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:26:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Na vida difícil da faculdade*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem aula,professora só chega depois das 10h.E viva a Federal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nesses momentos nada se há de fazer além de ocupar os pensamentos "gazetando" pelos blogs da vida,tentando aprender SQL e MySQL antes que a professora chata ensine.Sim,pq não basta Banco de Dados ser um porre,a professora tbm é.Mas enfim,post rapidinho pra dizer que to aki,e que acho que o 204 vai voltar à ativa.Né criaturinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maas,tbm,sou filha de Deus e me deixo levar pelas p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;equenas e gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aciosas futilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;s da internet.Pq tipo,quem não tem nada pra fazer,lê tirinhas!Adorei essa aqui.é...as coisas quebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m,as pessoas se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;machucam,morrem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SctyXsv4pFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kc660a8dRyc/s1600-h/comiccat4nk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SctyXsv4pFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kc660a8dRyc/s320/comiccat4nk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317469536515564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hahahahaha fikdik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-7094061912395036340?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/7094061912395036340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=7094061912395036340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7094061912395036340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7094061912395036340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-vida-dificil-da-faculdade.html' title='~*Na vida difícil da faculdade*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SctyXsv4pFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kc660a8dRyc/s72-c/comiccat4nk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2214660653168023209</id><published>2009-03-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:57:12.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Tá tudo certo mesmo!*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/ScfZPyIq4bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bYHUhwoZDTo/s1600-h/Musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/ScfZPyIq4bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bYHUhwoZDTo/s320/Musica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316456750313562546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esses dias as coisas estão fluindo pra nós aqui do 204 eu acho.Até pq a criaturinha resolveu dar uma desaparecida do mundo,acho que deve ta bombando pela faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; curso técnico tá me tirando mais tempo que eu imaginava,to tendo que estudar MESMO,mas eu to feliz com isso.As aulas na faculdade já começaram tbm,rever a turminha foi bacana e talz,mas aula de verdade de verdade ainda não tivemos...UFPA é ralado ó.Mas enfim,muitas coisas acontecendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"muitas pessoas,muitos corpos e muitos 'oooii'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; como a nossa criaturinha mágica já disse, e acho que encontrei um alguém,depois de um bom tempo,que fez meu coraçãozinho bater mais forte,mas como eu nunca to livre de problemas,não tá dando certo,por um motivo ainda desconhecido pra nós dois.De todo modo não é nada sério.Vamo ver no que vai dar,me desejem sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Musiquinha pra hoje:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vê se larga de besteira,tô aqui dando bobeira querendo te amar&lt;br /&gt;E já faz tempo que eu te quero,há tanto tempo que eu te espero,vê se pára pra pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Tô com saudade do teu cheiro e desse seu cabelo preto se espalhando sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca pedindo um beijo e aumentando meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não demora,vem pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Quando vc chegar vai se perder no meu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei de td que se passa nessa sua vida,eu sei que assim como eu vc não está feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que as vezes pensa em mim qd está sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Isso prova que esse amor tá criando raiz&lt;br /&gt;Em todo caso perde o medo,e curte essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta da frente do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jorge e Matheus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querendo te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;By promoter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &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/4755099392625884534-2214660653168023209?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2214660653168023209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2214660653168023209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2214660653168023209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2214660653168023209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/03/ta-tudo-certo-mesmo.html' title='~*Tá tudo certo mesmo!*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/ScfZPyIq4bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bYHUhwoZDTo/s72-c/Musica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-4405984428155472392</id><published>2009-03-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:36:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta tudo certo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-4405984428155472392?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/4405984428155472392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=4405984428155472392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4405984428155472392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4405984428155472392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/03/ta-tudo-certo.html' title='Ta tudo certo!'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-573764450197334433</id><published>2009-03-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:48:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraa, extraaa!</title><content type='html'>Ouvindoooo: Meu amor se mudou pra lua - Paula Toller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facul ta otimaaa, muiita gntee, muiito corpos, e muiiitos "oiiiii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quueria agradecer a Srt Carla, por dedicar um post pra mim la nos pensamentosamigos.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too voltandoo galerinhaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-573764450197334433?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/573764450197334433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=573764450197334433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/573764450197334433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/573764450197334433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/03/extraa-extraaa.html' title='Extraa, extraaa!'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8098592832259782036</id><published>2009-01-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:48:38.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>º°      Meus dias nebulosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SXQEk_-7bHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jF27ps30Owo/s1600-h/Amizade+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292860495764352114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SXQEk_-7bHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jF27ps30Owo/s320/Amizade+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le-se ouvindo Decode - Paramore, musica baixada enquanto escrito, as lagrimas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encontro em uma situação completamente dificil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A coisa acontece comigo.Eu sou o erro.Veja a seguinte cena:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Você sozinho em um ambiente completamente frio, seco, sem cor alguma.Tuudo é em escala de cinza, aquii farei uma analogia á uma historia q eu não sei ao certo.Urubu é teu unico companheiro, é deprimente;Você sangra, mais não sente dor, é angustia.Essa ave que você tanto repugna te come lentamente o coração, todo dia, e você não pode fazer nada, apenas deixa-lo agraciar-se com um pedaço seu.O dia passa, e a noite chega mais fria ainda, lagrimas ja não te caem, elas não obedecem o teu comando, sono inquieto.Amanhece, teu coração esta la novamente pra mais um dia ser o alimento daquela ave sombria."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nessa hora os que pouco me conhecem devem estar aos gritos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tirem giletes, facas, remedios, cordas, qualquer coisa que lembre morte, ele vai se matar!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os que me ignoram devem ta a dizer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Menos mal, tua é presença nem era tão agradavel assim"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os que me conhecem realmente deveriam pensar:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A fase mais curel, que ele passa.Não expressar sentimento algum nunca foi o forte dele"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera que realmente pensaram isso?Sera que minha loucura, não faz tua alegria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porfavor, sim numca fui mais humilde em pedir, respeite minha dor.POR FAVOR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquii sempre falo em tempos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Havera tempos melhores, tempo de cores, tempo de risos, tempo que não me abalaram tanto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas me deixa só por nesse instante, acalmar meu coração que chora, sem um motivo real, ou mesmo chora perdido em tantos motivos, cuja face não me deixa mais expressar essa dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By:Criaturinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-8098592832259782036?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8098592832259782036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8098592832259782036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8098592832259782036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8098592832259782036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2009/01/meus-dias-nebulosos.html' title='º°      Meus dias nebulosos'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SXQEk_-7bHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jF27ps30Owo/s72-c/Amizade+(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2502988096989289387</id><published>2009-01-08T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:27:53.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>°º E a vida passa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SWbsbcWCaYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bYj9x0UFKgk/s1600-h/YloveYou+(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289174768602474882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SWbsbcWCaYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bYj9x0UFKgk/s320/YloveYou+(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lentamente a vida se segue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tão lenta assim, mais comoo agora eu ouço muiito bordões de livros, resolvii colocar um aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuudo aconteceu.Depois de muiito tempo sem postar, num dia qualquer de frio, e de chocolate (nem era chocolate quente, era sorvete mesmo0!) - ou seja depressivo - resolvo que enfim seria hora de visitar meu velho amigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada, afinal são 2 meses sem absolutamente um oi.Como no costume, fuço outros blogs amigos, que muito deles nem sabem da amizade, mais me ocupo/ocupava os lendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num deles alguem, bastante talentoso ao meu ver diz tuudo, o que eu precisava ler para entender o porque dessa tão afastada amizade.Palavras soltas dele&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://jaymeneto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jaymeneto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) resumem aquii a situação hoje:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No começo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"minha vida era outra, meus objetivos eram outros"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu era mais bobo, conhecia menos da vida"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso me fez pensar muito, sem querer, me ajudou.Realmente, um resumoo de tudo o que se passou em nossa vidas complexas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lugar não é mais o 204.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas se resumiram a 2 - Criaturinha e promoter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Discrição não condiz mais com quem somos - ou passamos a ser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os objetivos mudaram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossos problemas maiores se tornaram menores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a reviravolta aconteceuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez mudemos o nome, ou ficaremos com esse pela lembrança boa que ele nos proporciona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Festas, alegrias, risadas, porres....se esse ap falasse....estavamos mortos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(risadas prazerosas!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postaremos sem muuita frequenciaaa, mais post significativos pra nós, então faça comentarios.Nos aconselhe* mais não espere que com um comentario depressiativo nos ajudara nessa estrada de mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas estão por vir...a mudança ja se fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By:Criaturinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&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/4755099392625884534-2502988096989289387?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SWbsbcWCaYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bYj9x0UFKgk/s72-c/YloveYou+(30).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-7456352158645758592</id><published>2008-11-24T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:17:23.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Causos do fim-de-semana*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nosso fds começou super agitado. Tínhamos que fazer uma faxina no ap. q tava uma zona, procurar casas, mas estávamos indispostas para ambas as coisas, e por isso, pensamos em cancelar a festinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até que deu uma doida na gente, resolvemos não fazer nada disso e fomos para o centro fazer umas comprinhas. Compramos um presentinho pro Lucas, o aniversariante do dia, almoçamos, comemos mto e depois mais comprinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A noite fomos para o aniversário do &lt;strong&gt;pequeno,&lt;/strong&gt; foi super bacana, tinha até palhaço. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;promoter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; já chegou causando, a coluna de balões caiu duas vezes em cima dela, tivemos que mudar de lugar. Pode isso?Quase q morro de vergonha,tinha acabado de sentar e a coluna de balões assassina me atacou,DUAS VEZES!!( Ainda bem q era balão!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsFb1NAlxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/920N2VFhse8/s1600-h/Colunas2j.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313764463548178" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsFb1NAlxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/920N2VFhse8/s320/Colunas2j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim, pelo menos a festa foi boa, a comida estava ótima, nos divertimos mto com o palhaço que tinha cara de pedófilo, mas enfim, foi legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsI0z5o1DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LBsxDRNPWYw/s1600-h/palhaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272317492145476658" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsI0z5o1DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LBsxDRNPWYw/s320/palhaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estávamos voltando pra casa, ligamos pra criaturinha que ja estava dormindo, mas resolveu ir para casa com a gnt. No meio do caminho o Rafa liga e confirma que está indo pra casa, ou seja, a festinha ia rolar mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E Rolou, foi mto bacana, como sempre, bebemos pouco, ao contrário dos Rafa's e de um amigo deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rafahel, temos que comentar,que depois de nos honrar com suas mostras de talento interprentando Madonna e outras divas, no auge da sua insanidade solta a seguinte música,na tentativa de "ninar" o coleguinha que quase dormia na cadeira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Agasalha-te filhinho&lt;br /&gt;no teu berço tão macio&lt;br /&gt;Pai do céu te abençoe&lt;br /&gt;Pai do céu te abençoe "&lt;br /&gt;a mamãe assim pediu,&lt;br /&gt;"Dormirás tranquilamente&lt;br /&gt;como em sonhos engraçados&lt;br /&gt;vais ver um carrinho azul&lt;br /&gt;vais ver num carrinho azul&lt;br /&gt;brinquedinhos variados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsJlYsH1VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ko6xj-LiS64/s1600-h/berco_eco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272318326654621010" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsJlYsH1VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ko6xj-LiS64/s320/berco_eco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Claro que depois dessa todos tivemos um ataque de risos coletivo,pq,além de tudo teve a interpretação dele "acalentando" o menino.Não,ele se superou.Apesar da criaturinha ( que disq ia v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;er a Santa) ter ido embora cedo, a festa só acabou no dia seguinte, lá pelas 5 da tarde, mas foi ótima!Estamos prontas pra próxima!Beijoapareçamsempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;By &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;promoter&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sarcástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-7456352158645758592?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/7456352158645758592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=7456352158645758592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7456352158645758592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7456352158645758592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/11/causos-do-fim-de-semana.html' title='~*Causos do fim-de-semana*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SSsFb1NAlxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/920N2VFhse8/s72-c/Colunas2j.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-7673375451002306356</id><published>2008-11-12T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:44:51.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*...suspiros...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRt3v3ern_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhCnAM_8jbI/s1600-h/anjos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRt3v3ern_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhCnAM_8jbI/s320/anjos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267935853370122226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vc pode voar agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Ce parece um anjo...so que nao tem asas,ai ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por favor,quando asas tiver,passe la em casa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Momento saudades.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguem me acompanha nesse momento?Saudades de alguem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By promoter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-7673375451002306356?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/7673375451002306356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=7673375451002306356&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7673375451002306356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/7673375451002306356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/11/vc-pode-voar-agora-ce-parece-um-anjo.html' title='*...suspiros...*'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRt3v3ern_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhCnAM_8jbI/s72-c/anjos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6199757463295264441</id><published>2008-11-12T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:22:38.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Plantas debaixo do aquario* </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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     Me senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tão mal por reclamar do tédio q é minha vida...Fomos almoçar no Piracaia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e eu,e simplesmente fikei arrasada qdo parei pra prestar atenção no aquário de lá.Gente,que vida chata que peixe de aquário tem né?Pq tipo,não tem perigo,tem sempre alguém pra dar comida sem fazer esforço nenhum,pra trocar a água,o povo passa e fica te olhando...O que um peixe faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Literalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Eu nunca tinha parado pra pensar nisso,mas taí.Vou reencarnar em qualquer outro bicho,menos em peixe,pq,né??Parece meio idiota,mas eu tinha que postar,pq eu passei um tempão pensando nisso e tava me consumindo...tinha que compartilhar minha angústia com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Ah,mas saindo dos peixes,e esse novo visu do blog hein?Achei tão mortinho...Criaturinha nem comunica.Não gosteei fica aqui a minha revolta.E o menino do banner?Aff...nem vo comentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Falamos da festinha de sábado?Foi delicinha gente...Muita bebida,tava tudo muito bom.Passei da conta.Mas assim,é a vida.As vzs bebada,as vzs sóbria,mas enfim,foi maraa.Só a criaturinha que escapou eu acho.Alias,querem uma novidade?Boba-alegre furou...Mas deixa quieto,foi otimo,so ela q faltou!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero maaais!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRtwVmoWoaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8fv4yt72he8/s1600-h/MORANGO%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRtwVmoWoaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8fv4yt72he8/s320/MORANGO%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267927705589293474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;By promoter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-6199757463295264441?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6199757463295264441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6199757463295264441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6199757463295264441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6199757463295264441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/11/plantas-debaixo-do-aquario.html' title='*Plantas debaixo do aquario* '/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRtv47HW1NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dnHmhpSK0Ow/s72-c/7265aquario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2259926545714412248</id><published>2008-11-07T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:51:28.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>°º A nuvem em mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRUWTDXfvFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wFlrX1HAZeQ/s1600-h/Anjos+e+diabretes+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266139855856843858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRUWTDXfvFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wFlrX1HAZeQ/s320/Anjos+e+diabretes+(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Post tristee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que gostei mesmo de ti.So não saberia viver mais um amor solitario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje quando pedi pra você me olhar nos olhos, você não conseguiu.Isso doeu.Parto com a sensação de que fiz por nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso pode ate parecer babaca, alias nem sei como vai me olhar daqui pra frente, so queria que soubesse que não era mentira o meu "eu te amoO muleke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei, sei nos nunca poderiamos fazer coisas que os 'normais" fazem, o problema esta em que nem coisas que "anormais" fazem, estavamos fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuas ultimas palavras foram duras, resolvemos que era melhor escolher o "novo celular", isso me mostrou que apesar de te amar, você não gostava de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentirei saudades, muiitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu mulekee, minha paixão em maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não ligarei mais no "velho celular", te mostrarei o quanto sou/fui a melhor pessoa pra você.Mais como disse acima, não amarei mais sozinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266143570019636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRUZrPs6VUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LRyiM11TU78/s320/Anjos+e+diabretes+(23).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coisas triste passam! Doi um pouco no começoo mais passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então gentee, amanha(sabado!), o dia prometee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na manha teremos que resolver assuntos serios, tipo cursnho, Facul e casa nova pras meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tarde ficaremos como doceis criaturas familiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ushuahsuahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e quando a noitee cair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentaremos tomar umas 5 garrafas de alcool divididas entre Vodks e e 51's da ultimaa festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso tuudo como Hi-fi e caipirinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficaremos loucos e nos acabaremos em festa, eu pra turminhaa g e as meninas pras festinhas bandidas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usahushaush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na segunda te contoo tuudo, porque estaremos impossibilitados no domingo e provavelmente estaremos nos esquemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FKDK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperem..fortes emoções por vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uahsuahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Criaturinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-2259926545714412248?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2259926545714412248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2259926545714412248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2259926545714412248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2259926545714412248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/11/nuvem-em-mim.html' title='°º A nuvem em mim!'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRUWTDXfvFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wFlrX1HAZeQ/s72-c/Anjos+e+diabretes+(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-4814691587256252378</id><published>2008-11-05T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:14:15.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>º° E tudo seguee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRKKY8GRX3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/yA2AOio1Rxo/s1600-h/YloveYou+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRKIACNAN6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KCPE9qY960c/s1600-h/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRKIACNAN6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KCPE9qY960c/s1600-h/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265420448522319778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRKIACNAN6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KCPE9qY960c/s320/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, como esse blog precisa ser atualizadoo terei a responsabidadee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seguinte, muita coisa acontecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As meninas(Sarcastica e Promoter), talvez se mudem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boba- alegre outro dia me veio com uma historia estranhissima de ser evangelica- nada contra super apoio, mais ela, ela, a louca das festas, nosso alcool, nosso gás a toda hora- descobrir depois que era pura loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comigoo tambem, loucura, comecei a namorar meninas- estranho eu sei- pior de tudo, gostei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobrir meu lado Bi, ta sendo super novo pra mim.To adorando.Ser cachorro, conquistar, ser romantico...minhaa vida é mesmoo difusaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sentindo falta de algumas pessoinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero aqui falar de uma em especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macia Larissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom ter sua amizade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longe entendo que, amigos não necessariamente preciso ouvir palavras ao vento jogadas por aqueles que não entendem tal sentimento, que me entender apenas em palvaras é mais importante que toda gloria vivida futilmente com aqueles que não mereciam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tee amoO macinhaa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;entenda aqui como um amor fraterno, angelical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa eu te contar uma historia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Revirando um album antigo de minha mãe vi na ultima folha a foto de uma senhora, e de uma criança, ao lado de cada uma havia um recorte de jornal no qual a materia dizia da morte brutal que a menina havia sofrido por um atropelamento; E ao lado da foto da senhora havia uma lembrança da missa de setimo dia de falecimento, ela tirou a propria vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa hora meio confuso, do porque minha mãe guardara aquelas coisas tão doloridas, ela entra no quarto.Pergunto.A resposta vem do fundo da alma, "existem pessoas que por mais longe que se possam estar, jamais serão esquecidas, não porque fotos ou por reportagens como essa existam, mais sim porque o coração não deixa"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era criança ainda mais sempre guardei isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que com você é assim pequenaa, meu coração ja não deixa mais eu te esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tambem quero deixar um recadinho pra outra pessoinha, e que vai continuar com a historia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Como falei anteriormente, ao lado da foto da distinta senhora estava sua lembrança de Setimo dia, nela trecho de uma carta de despedida.Não me lembro muito bem, mas a senhora dizia do importante apoio que recebeu de todos, inclusive de gente amada que fez dela por vezes uma pessoa feliz, acho que era pra minha mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra você Sarcastica.Um dia te disse que te ouviria ate calada, e chorando, porque amigos fazem isso.Não preciso dizer o quanto gosto de ti, e que toda essa nuvem que um dia te envolveu passará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a vida vai contunuando assim.As vezes feliz, com hi-fi e tudo mais, as vezes triste com choros e semanas em nuvens negras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:C&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;tu&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4755099392625884534-4814691587256252378?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SRKIACNAN6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KCPE9qY960c/s72-c/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-4713246447922079995</id><published>2008-10-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:13:46.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Domingãão*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYonxWAJmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AO1x9UNhY-8/s1600-h/bebida2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261937878354634338" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYonxWAJmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AO1x9UNhY-8/s320/bebida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas hein,nada melhor do que acordar tardão num domingo.Mesmo com um sonho estranhézimo meu e um pesadelo mais estranho ainda da &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;.Acho que só de preguiça a gnt ia levantar lá pro meio-dia,MAAS a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tur&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; ligou e acordou as duas com o vibra-toque do celular da sarcástica.Não estamos reclamando,foi até bom,a gnt tinha umas paradas pra arrumar aqui e talz...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tur&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nha&lt;/span&gt; não variou o discurso:"Vou tomar banho,me arrumar e vou praí."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPEEEEERA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deu tempo de a gnt tomar café,arrumar de leve o apê,fazer o almoço e tudo.&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sarcástica&lt;/span&gt; fez um &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hi-Fi&lt;/span&gt; maaaraa,daqueles bem doces,tipo engana bobo(falando em bobo,nada da &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alegre&lt;/span&gt;),acho que uns copos a mais e não estaria mais em condições de escrever esse post.Enfim,já se passaram 2 horas e nada da criaturinha chegar.Esperamos ouvindo rádio,a propósito hj mandamos um recado pra boba-alegre e pra criaturinha,mas achamos que nenhum dos dois ouviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valeu a intenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beijovamostodospra&lt;strong&gt;rehab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promoter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs da sarcástica¹&lt;/strong&gt;:Quando a criaturinha chegar,4 horas depois,ele vai pegar,e vai ser só na cara!!Só por ele ter me acordado de madrugada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs da promoter²&lt;/strong&gt;:Meedo!!Ela disse "eu vou te dar e não vai ser beijo!".Depois eu conto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYlpuk8w2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/p4dP809oON4/s1600-h/drink_czerwony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934613436875618" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYlpuk8w2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/p4dP809oON4/s320/drink_czerwony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 horas depois...&lt;/strong&gt;Criaturinha chega.Tem &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hi-fi&lt;/span&gt; ainda.Quer dizer,tinha.Babies,acreditem,estávamos cada 1 com uma taça,e ele tomou a dele,a minha e a da sarcástica.Gente,ele tava mega nervoso com umas paradas complexas aí...Nós perdoamos e levamos ele pra rehab tbm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visão criaturinha do domingo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Socorroo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Logo cedo tá um calor do car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo assim não acordo,bela adormecida acorda com um beijo do príncipe,pq comigo tem que ser diferente?Esperando o beijo da princesa.(H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tive que sair da cama.Nem almocei,só tomei coca com brigadeiro da noite passada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To espirrando muito,meu quarto tá uma zona e eu to com saudades de casa.Resolvo então fazer aquela faxina-vontade de ficar pelado como o Dan (&lt;strong&gt;sembolso.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;) mas como to na casa da vovó,me resta o pijama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYuJSzqiuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gLlhihdGv4c/s1600-h/bananas-de-pijamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261943951831239394" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYuJSzqiuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gLlhihdGv4c/s320/bananas-de-pijamas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*isso foi maldaaaade!!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu quarto tava muito sujo.Ainda bem que vovó foi me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois da "faxina",a velha fez tudo,fui assistir filme.Muito bom.No meio d sessão ligo pras meninas,elas me esperam já cm as bebidas.Demoro horrores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pego logo aquele sol na vinda e quando chego converso um pouco sobre o problema e bebo.Sim,bebo mesmo,as três taças.Alguém chama o A.A pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais conversa sobre o "problema",isso dá fome.Como,viro uma garrafa de &lt;strong&gt;vodka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No rádio&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,"Borboletas".&lt;/span&gt;Aieeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lembro de ti e do "problema"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;volto pra cama pra esperar o dia terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visão de hoje:Turva por causa do álcool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase de hoje¹:&lt;/strong&gt;O medo é pros fracos.Socorro mamããe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase de hoje²:"&lt;/strong&gt;Gente confusa" também sofre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase de hoje³&lt;/strong&gt;:Se quem tem boca vai à Roma,quem tem o que???? vai à Maracanaú?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYnmLkxIbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ske54bmTPD0/s1600-h/purpshirtod0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261936751524520370" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYnmLkxIbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ske54bmTPD0/s320/purpshirtod0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra constar...Hahahahaha tinha &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ÉM&lt;/span&gt; nos ameaçando com uma faca ontem!(By promoter e sarcástica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fim.&lt;/em&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/4755099392625884534-4713246447922079995?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/4713246447922079995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=4713246447922079995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4713246447922079995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4713246447922079995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/10/domingo.html' title='~*Domingãão*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SQYonxWAJmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AO1x9UNhY-8/s72-c/bebida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6449279368620650294</id><published>2008-10-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:33:23.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>º° Amores menores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SP9xY71GpsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DrsjJoIKVw/s1600-h/Imagens+d"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260047562983253698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SP9xY71GpsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DrsjJoIKVw/s320/Imagens+d%27amor+(39).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acordei hoje meio pensativoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não sei se vivi muita coisa, mais tuudo que se passou comigoo, agora me faz refletir muiiito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Li muita coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ouvi muita coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beijei muita gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esnobei muita gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Odiei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amei mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chorei muiito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorri mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perdi amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ganhei alguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mudei de habitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apaixonei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sofri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desapeguei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fiquei com muita gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chorei mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Senti saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sem muito o que dizer, hoje to mais no olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pra alguem em especial: Te amoO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By:Criaturinha&lt;/span&gt;&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;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/4755099392625884534-6449279368620650294?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6449279368620650294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6449279368620650294&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6449279368620650294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6449279368620650294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/10/amores-menores.html' title='º° Amores menores'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SP9xY71GpsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DrsjJoIKVw/s72-c/Imagens+d%27amor+(39).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2963391510601006500</id><published>2008-10-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:23:38.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>°° La ra ra ra °°</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SPeX-S-9aeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9VaHcL8rcqc/s1600-h/loveislovebuttons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257838186481936866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SPeX-S-9aeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9VaHcL8rcqc/s320/loveislovebuttons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SPeX-S-9aeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9VaHcL8rcqc/s1600-h/loveislovebuttons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gente, tantaaas coisas acontecendo e esse blog assim, desatualizado, entregue as 'moscas', mas vamos lá, cá estou eu pra acabar com isso!!&lt;br /&gt;Lembram-se da espera da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;iat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;uri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; por seu prínicipe encantado num cavalo branco?&lt;br /&gt;Então, ela chegou ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo que o príncipe naum veio no cavalo branco como esperávamos, veio num carro preto mesmo, e isso já está de bom tamanho (literalmente falando hehehe!!).&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, pode-se dizer que a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; está &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A-P-A-I-X-O-N-A-D-A&lt;/span&gt;, ele pode até dizer q naum, mas como vcs bem sabem, 'diante dos fatos as palavras nada significam'. (ahhhh °°)&lt;br /&gt;E claro, a pessoa que vos escreve dá aquele apoio à relação, afinal, ele tá super feliz né, masss, como num conto de fadas naum pode faltar a &lt;strong&gt;bruxa má&lt;/strong&gt;, cá estou eu fazendo tal papel, não deixando(ou pelo menos tentando) q a criaturinha se machuque, tipo, abrindo os olhos da pessoa pq, como vcs também sabem o amor é cego, mas se for preciso, a gnte bate pra ele acordar, &lt;strong&gt;e vai ser só na cara&lt;/strong&gt; rsrsrsrs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim, nosso grupo está meio 'incompleto' por conta das férias prolongadas da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;promoter.&lt;/span&gt; ( Sim, ela está no paraíso e naum quer mais voltar). &lt;em&gt;Invejinha básica minha e da criaturinha, mas td bem, um dia da caça outro do pescador ( haha, pescaram?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo a gnt até q ficou meio deprê por conta disso, mas assim, a gnt supera, atéeee pq olheiros e orkuteiros de plantão nos informam q ela está super bem néeee, mas num é por isso q vc vai ficar aí até o natal viiiiiu pessoa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida continua por aqui, e como naum podia deixar de ser, estamos saindo, dançando e bebendo um pouquinho( quer dizer, eles, pq eu não bebo!) Na verdade estamos até 'caseiros', tipo, sábado a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt; (sim, ela apareceu), ligou toda empolgada chamando a gnt pra ir para a orla, mas nós estávamos 'cansadinhos' por conta do forró da noite anterior, e a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; tava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meio adoentado (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; baby, a Globo te perde né??!&lt;/span&gt;!) aí nem rolou, ficamos em casa comendo pizza, programa naum menos interessante, tirando o fato da gnt naum poder ver 'gente', se é q vcs me entendem!! Mas foi super divertido, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt; dançando foi assim, sem palavras, tipo, se a banda Tapajoara vê-los dando aquele show é contratação na hora!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Domingo tbm nem curtimos, ficamos 'jogados' na cama a tarde toda... depois &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;cri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt; tomaram seus 'rumos' e assim acabou nosso fds maraaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Musiquinha super que tá 'servindo' de trilha sonora do romance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;°° Borboletas sempre voltam e o seu jardim sou eu..°°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiiiiii, o amor é lindo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By Sarcástica =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-2963391510601006500?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2963391510601006500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2963391510601006500&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2963391510601006500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2963391510601006500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-ra-ra-ra.html' title='°° La ra ra ra °°'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SPeX-S-9aeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9VaHcL8rcqc/s72-c/loveislovebuttons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-2693054289922386374</id><published>2008-09-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:09:07.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>°º° Uma coisinha a mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SOMBwIBYmCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c9TfcxhJ90Q/s1600-h/Imagens+extraordinÃ¡rias+VIII+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252043516742768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SOMBwIBYmCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c9TfcxhJ90Q/s320/Imagens+extraordin%C3%A1rias+VIII+%2825%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quente!!! aqui ta muiito quente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dois copos de água bem gelada, ajudam um poucoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A noite cai, e com ela vem um sono melancolico, profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Repouso na esperança de que quando eu acordar, o sol ja vai ta claroo e toda essa triteza tera passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exatamente 01:00 da madrugada algo me desperta.O que seria?Calor.Mais água...Sem sono dessa vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sem muita esperança, pois mais cedo a internet não tava ajudando nenhum pouco, resolver virar mais um noturno online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Visito os mesmos:Msn,Orkut, e o blog pra variar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O blog então me supreende.Gosto daqui.De escrever, de ler o que penso, e a cada vez, que essas pessoas inconfundivelmente amigas me fazem rir, a saudade de casa, passa um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blogs, varios blogs dessa vez.Um em especial me chama a atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;o3travesseiro.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;), resume um livro no qual ja haviam muito me falado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Copio na sua totalidade, e leio, leio, leio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A cada palavra surge um mundo muito real pra mim, uma visão tão caloroza, que mesmo em dias tão quentes, sinto a frieza do meu ser que teima a se esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leio, leio,leio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sentimentos multiplos me envolvem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perco a noção do tempo.São exatamente 5:30 da manha quando resolvo que é hora de parar.Tristeza, queria acabar de le-lo ainda nesse momento, mais o meu cansaço ja toma conta.Desligo tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Apesar de uma noite muito bem aproveitada, me sinto exausto espiritualmente, cansaço emocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Durmo, um sono leve apesar de tudo.Acordo mais disposto, mais extremamente pensativo na vida irreal que levo, tendo carater duplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já é tarde e tenho que cumprir minha obrigações matinais.Vendo a vida de um outro angulo, tudo me parece "preto e branco", o mundo me desanima por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Volto pra casa.Mais uma vez me sinto esgotado.Durmo, Durmo muito.Acordo.Volto a ler.Leio, leio.Choro.Um choro tristonho, de uma criança abandonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isso pode parecer dramatico, eu sei, sabemos aliás, porem meu choro nesse momento é solitario, frio, exatamente como o do menor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enquanto lia, com meu Msn aberto, um amigo claramente em desespero me mostra um face de mim que eu desconhecia.A bondade enquanto a'aqueles que amo.Nem sei porque na maioria das vezes, minha face dupla, mostra um pessoa que não sou;Talvez pelas inumeras facetas que tenho que fazer por eu ser o "não humano" dentre os homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Penso muito em tudo isso.Na aflição do meu amigo, na minha bondade para com ele, na minha insistente visão em "preto e branco".Choro nem sei porque, mais de novo eu choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leio o livro, leio, leio...Dessa vez um sentimento de esperança me conforta, em saber que mesmo eu um tão diferente pode amar, e o amor pode me amar, como faz com todos os "normais"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acabo de ler.Paro por alguns isntantes e fico a pensar, na dor que meu amigo esta sentindo,na força que consegui dar, no ser duplo que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se um dia fui perverso peço desculpas, hoje depois de muita coisa, posso amar mais do que ser amado, posso esperar bem menos que você(s) diga:"Tambem te amo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Resumo tudo isso como uma etapa da evolução.Evolução do ser, evolução de sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E Vejo que não fui tão errado assim, de me esconder no meu duplo, que tudo que eu queria era que alguem me dissesse em sussuros "Eu to contigo".Que me deixasse dormir tranquilamente no colo, e que resgatasse a criança que meu ser esconde, com medo da maldade do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porem sei que tudo isso, é mais uma coisinha que meu ser não poderar realizar, tanto pela visão em "preto e branco", tanto por ser ilegal perante aos "normais", tanto porque ainda não ha alguem que me diga o "eu te amo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;C&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;r&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;i&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;a&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;t&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;u&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;r&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;i&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;n&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;h&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-2693054289922386374?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/2693054289922386374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=2693054289922386374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2693054289922386374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/2693054289922386374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-coisinha-mais.html' title='°º° Uma coisinha a mais'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SOMBwIBYmCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c9TfcxhJ90Q/s72-c/Imagens+extraordin%C3%A1rias+VIII+%2825%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-5180802261564463203</id><published>2008-09-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:15:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Visão do niver da sarcástica-by promoter*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miiil perdões pelo atraso de mais de duas semanas pra comentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;É que esperávamos ter as fotos em mãos pra postar mas elas ainda não compareceram,por isso a demora.Pelo menos da minha parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making-off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A gente começou a decoração na quinta 11,sarcástica e eu.Cortamos TNT,estrelas prateadas,organizamos a casa,etc.Depois chegou a criaturinhaa,a Andressa(que foi super importante,apareceu nos 45 do 2º tempo mas suuper cooperou,enqt "alguém" namorava na nossa suíte ¬¬.Brigadão Andressa!!).Na sexta 12,chegaram nossos primos,Paty e Sandro,que ajudaram a gnt paacas e fizeram companhia tbm!Eles foram essenciais pra gnt finalizar a decoração,encher balões,colar no teto,enfim,duas mãos na roda.Boba-alegre,misteriosamente apareceu,não nos 45 do 2º tempo,mas na prorrogação.Porém,fez td o q pôde pra festa sair da melhor forma possível,antes e depois.Faby,superimportante,conseguiu gelo e tal.Tá,esse momento é pra agradecermos do nosso âmago,do fundo do nosso ser e da nossa alma aos nossos promoters de última hora!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brigada gent&lt;strong&gt;ê&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a festaa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem perdeu,perdeu praybói,pq foi maraa!Muito boa mesmoo,a decoração ficou linda,o bolo muito bom,os brigadeiros tbm,tipo,tudo legal de verdade,muita bebida e etc.Eu gostei em dobro,pq ganhei o 1º pedaço de bolo,que foi dividido entre a boba-alegre e a criaturinha tbm.(criaturinha que infelizmente não deu o ar de sua graça,nos desprestigiando com sua ausência...mas abafa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitas horas depooois!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;    A festa foi QUASE perfeita.E vc me pergunta:"pq 'QUASE'?!".Respondo.Uma folgada,folgada²,ficou porre,dormiu lá em casa,e no outro dia,a gnt simatando pra limpar a zona,com vestígios de ressaca,e a folgada não moveu uma palha.Tá,a gnt não ia ligar se fosse outra pessoa,mas logo ela?Não suporto ela,muito chata,não se toca.Folgada folgada folgada.A pergunta foi&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:"Carla,pq tu convidou a ... pro teu aniversário?!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;    De resto,depois que ela (FINALMENTE) foi embora,nosso priminho preparou umas caipirinhas pra alegrar a tarde.Estavam deliciosas&lt;strong&gt;,MESMO.&lt;/strong&gt;E,claro,sempre tem uma que cai,no caso,foi a Andressa.Gentê,perderam,pq foi hilário o porre dela,falando besteira na nossa movimentada varanda do 204.Depois que ela bodou-acordou,fomos pro quarto.Magina:4 na cama,Andressa meio porre numa rede,Sandro com dor de cabeça e querendo dormir,em outra.Mas como a criaturinha e eu não estávamos com sono,resolvemos perturbar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Ficamos olhando os vizinhos feiosos fazendo musculação com seus "aparelhos rudimentares",ficamos mexendo,gritando,falando merdaa,foi muito divertido!E pra não deixar ngm dormir mesmo,nosso hino!Que elefante nada,a onda agora é veadinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Um veadinho incomoda muita gente!Dois veadinhos incomodam muito mais!Três veadinhos incomodam muita gente!(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN6egnPBbPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/foXmu7klO50/s1600-h/fawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250808498685570290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN6egnPBbPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/foXmu7klO50/s320/fawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Questão do dia¹:"Carla,pq tu chamou a ... pro teu aniversário?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Questão do dia²:Como será o BICHO que o Eldon tanto temia na sua pura infância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN6hT1aCx8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3PulXMv9HsA/s1600-h/bichopapao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250811577686476738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN6hT1aCx8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3PulXMv9HsA/s320/bichopapao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Música do dia:"Vem,vem,vem minha galinha."Com direito a clipe e tudo o mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijocomentem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; promoter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-5180802261564463203?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/5180802261564463203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=5180802261564463203&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5180802261564463203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5180802261564463203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/viso-do-niver-da-sarcstica-by-promoter.html' title='~*Visão do niver da sarcástica-by promoter*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN6egnPBbPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/foXmu7klO50/s72-c/fawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-351722921730173657</id><published>2008-09-26T11:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:52:22.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>º° Tempos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN0sY5fJV9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lM_9hufCK3U/s1600-h/Imagens+extraordinÃ¡rias+VIII+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250401546843805650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN0sY5fJV9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lM_9hufCK3U/s320/Imagens+extraordin%C3%A1rias+VIII+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há muiiiito que esse blog não é atualizadoo, e a meu ver assuntos não faltam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Comecemos pela festa da Sarcástica. Foi Sucesso!! (por motivos de força maior, beeeem maior) não pudee ir, mas pelos comentarios tava Ma-Raaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porém, contudo, entretanto, todavia, no dia seguintee dançamos a "dança da galinha" ( acreditem, tem um vídeo dessas loucas, malucas, piradas dançando essa música), bebemos mta caipirinha, comemos macarrão com molho, conversamos mtooo, enfim, a tarde foi maraaaaaaaa como sempre é qndo estamos juntos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Domingo fomos pra praiaa, muiito sol( aff), mas tava mto bom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aguardem!!! Meu questionário será respondido em breve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas assim, deixa eu contar pra vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem nadaa, nadaaa pra fazer, depois de uma tarde exaustiva de cursinho resolvi ir parar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" nosso cantinho"&lt;/strong&gt; pra saber com estavam as coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;... Sarcástica&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;promoter&lt;/span&gt; jogadas na cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A Boba alegre?Hein boba alegre??existe?? última vez que eu a vi, ela tava se acabandoo na frente do curso dela, dançandoo tuuudoooo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossos assuntos seriam: &lt;/strong&gt;Nosso blog, a revista &lt;strong&gt;Dom &lt;/strong&gt;que comprei (eu leria com elas), as festas, e comer, comer, comer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobrimos na revista, que os mais cults na cominidade LGBT, só querem saber se ser Gouinge, e que por sua vez, ser gouinge é otimo, o prazer perfeitoo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desfecho da visita:&lt;/strong&gt; Nosso blog teria que ser atualizado por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festas??&lt;/strong&gt;Estamos em todas possíveis, e nas quais nosso rico dinheirinho nos permitir ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outra coisinha:&lt;/strong&gt; Deixa eu expressar aquii meus parabéns pro blog do Dan (&lt;a href="http://www.sembolso.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sembolso.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Muuiito bom, provavelmente o melhor!Voto mesmoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do nadaa fui ver que tinha um comentário no ultimo post, resolvi ler! adoreiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Parabens , móo bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;No mais, é so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;                                                                                         By&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;iat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;urin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-351722921730173657?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/351722921730173657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=351722921730173657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/351722921730173657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/351722921730173657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/tempos_26.html' title='º° Tempos!'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SN0sY5fJV9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lM_9hufCK3U/s72-c/Imagens+extraordin%C3%A1rias+VIII+(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-21318490260135044</id><published>2008-09-19T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:24:38.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Questionário by Promoter*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNQXBzau0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oTY5sM9JJz8/s1600-h/questionario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844785543106962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNQXBzau0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oTY5sM9JJz8/s320/questionario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colei do blog da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensamentosamigos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,tipo,ela respondeu e eu gostei,depois a criaturinha responde tbm...lá vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*3 nomes pelos quais você atende:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Cristiele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Kika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 nomes pelos quais você não atende:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) ô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) ei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) psiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Minha sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Facilidade em fazer amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Minha forma de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você não gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Não gosto de ficar triste por pessoas que não merecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Não gosto do gostar de ser cínica ¬¬ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Não gosto de não conseguir fingir q "tá tudo bem" qd não tá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 partes da sua herança genética:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Me irrito fácil como minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Estressada como minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Gosto de participar de td e ajudar os outros como minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que assustam você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Gafanhoto²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Suspresas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Pessoas que não acreditam em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 coisas que eu mais falo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) "Baby..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) "Passa por cima disso,caaara!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Acho tendência..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) "Eu apoio totalmente!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 coisas essenciais no seu dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Banho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você está vestindo agora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Calça jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Blusa preta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Sapatilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 dos seus artistas/bandas favoritos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Legião Urbana²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Avril Lavigne²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Avril Lavigne³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*3 das suas canções favoritas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Hot~Avril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Andrea Doria~Legião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Não Há~Seu Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você quer tentar nos próximos 12 meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Tentar mudar de curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Participar de um seminário de Vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Fugir das coisas q só me fazem mal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você vai fazer nos próximos 3 meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Entrar na academia com a maninha!²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Festaaa!!Halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Duas verdades e uma mentira sobre você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Verdade - Eu sou confiável!Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Verdade - ...eu sei ser cínica qd preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentira - Eu sou egoísta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que simplesmente você não consegue fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Tolerar pessoas hipócritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Dizer&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "não"&lt;/span&gt; qd eu quero muito alguma coisa...Seja lá o q for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Não fazer um comentário maldoso qd é estritamente necessário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*3 hobbies favoritos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Ouvir música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Receber pessoas legais em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Festas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 coisas que você quer fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Conhecer a Austrália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Ir passar uma semana num hotel 6 estrelas na África do Sul com meu melhoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Escrever um livro com a Vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*3 pessoas especiais na sua vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Família. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Netu² meu melhoor,Andy²,Eldon²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Tássia²,Vê²,Mácinha²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*3 dias da semana q vc gosta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1)Sexta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2)Sabado³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hein,parece fácil.Só parece,é muito complexo isso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Promoter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-21318490260135044?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/21318490260135044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=21318490260135044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/21318490260135044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/21318490260135044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/questionrio-by-pomoter.html' title='~*Questionário by Promoter*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNQXBzau0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oTY5sM9JJz8/s72-c/questionario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8952620944499934300</id><published>2008-09-18T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:35:06.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuuuu, fuuuuu, fuuuuu... (Tô soprando a poeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsiiiiii, tsiiiiiii, tsiiiiii... (Agora espirrando detefon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atchin, atchin, atchin!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bom, agora sim vou começar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Como sou eu q tô atualizando esse blog, eu tenho todo o direito de pedir algumas coisas pra vcs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNKydjiqN7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gVq78YwUdQ0/s1600-h/Untitled-1g.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247452736666613682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNKydjiqN7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gVq78YwUdQ0/s320/Untitled-1g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oi, alguém me leva pra brincar disso?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Naum serei uma pessoa totalmente feliz se naum brincar nisso um dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fone + Emotion = Fonemocionado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNK0ZDfDAeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_YERJRbxFJ4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247454858365305314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNK0ZDfDAeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_YERJRbxFJ4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNK0r9b1GaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NBMdh8PtU1Y/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247455183158712738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNK0r9b1GaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NBMdh8PtU1Y/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu quero um desses tbm, mas antes de me darem os fones, preciso que mandem consertar meu mp4 tah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bjos, amo vcs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Sarcástica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-8952620944499934300?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8952620944499934300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8952620944499934300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8952620944499934300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8952620944499934300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/babys.html' title='Baby&apos;s'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SNKydjiqN7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gVq78YwUdQ0/s72-c/Untitled-1g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-5438722926554775194</id><published>2008-09-15T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:57:11.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Hummm...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SM5n6wJXAbI/AAAAAAAAADk/dwpfrgmpWmI/s1600-h/ferias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246244874987438514" style="WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SM5n6wJXAbI/AAAAAAAAADk/dwpfrgmpWmI/s320/ferias2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim,férias de um dia,mas ainda assim,&lt;strong&gt;férias&lt;/strong&gt;.Estou em &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;miiiinha&lt;/span&gt; casa,usando o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;meeeu&lt;/span&gt; computador,a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;miiiinha &lt;/span&gt;banda larga,com a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;miiinha &lt;/span&gt;sobrinha,que vai viajar cmg hj!Pra quem fica,beijo aproveitem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;,maninha,fiq com &lt;strong&gt;inveja&lt;/strong&gt;,olha quem tá aqui do meu lado!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SM5oie8b-cI/AAAAAAAAADs/yMvS0lmqtQ0/s1600-h/MVC-057S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246245557564602818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SM5oie8b-cI/AAAAAAAAADs/yMvS0lmqtQ0/s320/MVC-057S.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Claro q ela não tá séria assim,mas tá linda do mesmo jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;By promoter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&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/4755099392625884534-5438722926554775194?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/5438722926554775194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=5438722926554775194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5438722926554775194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/5438722926554775194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/hummm.html' title='~*Hummm...*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SM5n6wJXAbI/AAAAAAAAADk/dwpfrgmpWmI/s72-c/ferias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-3168771992239492267</id><published>2008-09-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:28:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>º°  Sarcasticaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMle91PYcYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JdcoD2H-M4o/s1600-h/009_670-001betty-boop-a-boop-and-her-puppy-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244827657406280066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMle91PYcYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JdcoD2H-M4o/s320/009_670-001betty-boop-a-boop-and-her-puppy-posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais em...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta chegandooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarcasticaaa&lt;/span&gt; nós te gostaaa, nós te curteee e nós quer beber com vc ateeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aushaushuahsua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai ser tuuudo o niver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe&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/4755099392625884534-3168771992239492267?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/3168771992239492267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=3168771992239492267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/3168771992239492267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/3168771992239492267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarcasticaaa.html' title='º°  Sarcasticaaa'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMle91PYcYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JdcoD2H-M4o/s72-c/009_670-001betty-boop-a-boop-and-her-puppy-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-3721955060284735989</id><published>2008-09-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:58:10.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>°º    O ser complexoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMlb_vDBB6I/AAAAAAAAADM/QuDBbQjTrOs/s1600-h/0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244824391568656290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMlb_vDBB6I/AAAAAAAAADM/QuDBbQjTrOs/s320/0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe um ser mais complexo do que aqueles q fazem parte de uma minoria..&lt;br /&gt;Acordei pensandoo pq de tuudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;Sim porque pagamos as mesmas contas que vcs, temos os mesmos deveres como cidadão...Buscamos os mesmos prazeres que vcs..&lt;br /&gt;E como se isso não bastasse participamos ativamenste mais da sociedade num sentindo cultural, do que vcs..Compramos livros, perfumes importados, produtos de belezas, vamos ao cinema, assistimos a teatros...e vc?!?Baby nndaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltadissimo com isso&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a grande massa desse pais não concordar com isso...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foda-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem dizer o que pensam agora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fstinhaaa chegandooo °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/4755099392625884534-3721955060284735989?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/3721955060284735989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=3721955060284735989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/3721955060284735989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/3721955060284735989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-ser-complexoo.html' title='°º    O ser complexoo'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMlb_vDBB6I/AAAAAAAAADM/QuDBbQjTrOs/s72-c/0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8609432271194826065</id><published>2008-09-09T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:04:49.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Terça-feira!Faltam 3 dias!*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o encontro,marcado para as nove,começa mais de 10:30min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbxpXWJK3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i5F3Y3S3yn8/s1600-h/CA238PA7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144509063342962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbxpXWJK3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i5F3Y3S3yn8/s320/CA238PA7.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Hoje a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cri&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tur&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nh&lt;/span&gt;a veio aki de manhã,e pra variar,a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt; furou,né &lt;strong&gt;TÁSSIA&lt;/strong&gt;??Mas td bem,a gnt super combinou coisas pra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;festchéénha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e ele almoçou com a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Prato à Casa Nostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,salada de steak de frango ao molho &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Tava bom né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Criacão da &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.(*sorriso orgulhoso*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbwhHzNYVI/AAAAAAAAACs/6kuv-8kqYvw/s1600-h/CALFFKCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244143267939705170" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="187" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbwhHzNYVI/AAAAAAAAACs/6kuv-8kqYvw/s320/CALFFKCO.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E até aqui,só isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijometoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbsQMEfnFI/AAAAAAAAACk/J6jarCDDBnQ/s1600-h/imagesd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244138578981657682" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbsQMEfnFI/AAAAAAAAACk/J6jarCDDBnQ/s320/imagesd.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;promoter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4755099392625884534-8609432271194826065?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8609432271194826065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8609432271194826065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8609432271194826065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8609432271194826065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/tera-feirafaltam-3-dias.html' title='~*Terça-feira!Faltam 3 dias!*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbxpXWJK3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i5F3Y3S3yn8/s72-c/CA238PA7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8228089932283818029</id><published>2008-09-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:23:09.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~* E quanto à Independência.. *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Na luta e na labuta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;feito uns filhos da... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pátria!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244129818718813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbkSRjEvwI/AAAAAAAAACc/M86Sm5eHaaQ/s320/33707097.VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           O bom do 204 é que o povo chega de surpresa. Domingão, 7 de setembro, nem estávamos esperando, e chega no nosso apê a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ria&lt;/span&gt;tu&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e (finalmente) a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt;. Ela sabe que a gnt disse que desistiu dela, mas é pq sentimos saudades. Mas hein, fala a verdade, só de ela ter ido valeu a tarde!&lt;strong&gt;Não perde&lt;/strong&gt; a empolgação da pessoa qndo começou a tocar um &lt;em&gt;tecnobrega&lt;/em&gt; na rádio. A gnt ainda vai postar um vídeo da loucura dela. Más pára tudoooo!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          Eu, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;promoter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt;, queremos dixar aki registrada a infantilidade da&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e da&lt;strong&gt; criaturinha&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;          Gente,&lt;em&gt; comássim&lt;/em&gt;?Guerra de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ursinho de pelúcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? De &lt;em&gt;travesseiro&lt;/em&gt;?? A gnt fica paralizadas vendo os dois. É "&lt;em&gt;frôxa&lt;/em&gt;" pra um lado, "&lt;em&gt;idiota&lt;/em&gt;" pro outro, e assim vai, aquela bagunça no quarto tarde adentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aí a gnt foi pra varanda (&lt;em&gt;hj o galo tava escondido&lt;/em&gt;) e a gnt tava bem comendo, falando besteira, e não se sabe o q houve. De repente, não mais q de repente o lado &lt;strong&gt;depressivo &lt;/strong&gt;e carente da criaturinha resolveu aparecer. Ficou com aquela cara de morte um tempão. A gnt super apóia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALGUÉM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pra dar uma animada nele,pq nós, 3 mulheres, não conseguimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; djá pra ele!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;            Em todo todo caso, tudo se normalizou depois, a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alegre &lt;/span&gt;sempre misteriosa, disse que tinha que ir, a &lt;strong&gt;criaturinha&lt;/strong&gt; foi tbm, e assim acabou nosso domingão da &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pendên&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cia&lt;/span&gt;. Quer dizer, eu fui pra missa ainda, aquela bem católica.Alguém diz p/&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarcástica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ir comigo??!!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Eiiiiiiiiii, faltam 5 dias!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preparem os figurinos que a festa do&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tá chegando!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijocomentem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;promoter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&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/4755099392625884534-8228089932283818029?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8228089932283818029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8228089932283818029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8228089932283818029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8228089932283818029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-quanto-independncia.html' title='~* E quanto à Independência.. *~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMbkSRjEvwI/AAAAAAAAACc/M86Sm5eHaaQ/s72-c/33707097.VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8553836875098315545</id><published>2008-09-06T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:16:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Sexo ººº</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMMI3fROQqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zLpl10bJSRg/s1600-h/es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243044140568953506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMMI3fROQqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zLpl10bJSRg/s320/es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Gnteee e agora?!?!...Hj é dia do Sexoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comofás&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olha FKDK pra qm praticaa......Seeejoguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-8553836875098315545?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8553836875098315545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8553836875098315545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8553836875098315545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8553836875098315545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-do-sexo-gnteee-e-agora.html' title='Dia do Sexo ººº'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMMI3fROQqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zLpl10bJSRg/s72-c/es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-8864321528281333750</id><published>2008-09-04T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:55:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Momento muusic*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMB1MBwSpSI/AAAAAAAAACM/yer7kCLQ8fY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242318815749121314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMB1MBwSpSI/AAAAAAAAACM/yer7kCLQ8fY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma musiquinha que lembra uma pessoinha muii especial...Se chama Não Há,e é da banda Seu Cuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu quero você do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E quando você chorar quero ser o seu leito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu vi você andando da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Pintando a fé e paz nas &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cores&lt;/span&gt; da cidade&lt;br /&gt;E vi você mostrando &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; a vida&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste sonho de não ter você na vida&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu penso em você todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe encantar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E quando você chorar quero ser o seu leito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedi três sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Dei três pulos n'água&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei buscando através da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E apelei até pra simpatia&lt;br /&gt;Que prometia o meu amor em três dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu penso em você todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe esperar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E quando você chorar quero ser o seu leito&lt;br /&gt;Porque igual a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu espero que vcs tenham gostado...de verdade...Mas se não gostaram,o blog é &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; e da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cria&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; e eu posto o q &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quiser ok?Beijo*outro*tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;=D to brincando...aceito sugestões. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Promoter&lt;/span&gt;&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/4755099392625884534-8864321528281333750?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/8864321528281333750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=8864321528281333750&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8864321528281333750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/8864321528281333750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/promoter-est-apaixonada.html' title='~*Momento muusic*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SMB1MBwSpSI/AAAAAAAAACM/yer7kCLQ8fY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-146443200780340715</id><published>2008-09-02T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:29:43.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Enquanto isso,na janela...*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241559584278601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3Cq8H4YHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RBLWwy0CnJQ/s320/composicionGritosRuth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabando de acordar,pudemos descobrir que a vizinha de baixo enlouqueceu de vez.Não dá pra entender como ela consegue gritar tanto e não ficar rouca.Além de tudo,não sabemos se é pela água oxigenada no cabelo,pelo marido garanhão pegador de piriguets ou pelos filhos preguiçosos.Gente,&lt;em&gt;como fáás&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A gnt super pensou em jogar uns &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diazepans&lt;/span&gt; pra ela,pq tipo,desde o dia em q a gnt chegou é essa mesma ladainha.Ou ela tá gritando com Deus em seus louvores intermináveis ou com os filhos,ou quebrando tudo por causa do marido.Ela é louca.Já ouvimos ela dizer (gritar) que quebrou a cara de uma "vagabunda" com quem o marido dela se envolveu.Cuidado hein? Essa mulher está incapaz de conviver em sociedade.A&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; sarcástica&lt;/span&gt; já pensou em jogar uma bomba caseira na casa dela,mas alguém tem uma sugestão menos malévola para a solução desse problema?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favor entrar em contato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL25B_JzHsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UQtTGCvT-50/s1600-h/thumbnailffd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241548985112665794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL25B_JzHsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UQtTGCvT-50/s320/thumbnailffd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a uma hora dessas,a &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deve estar sonhando com seu príncipe chegando em uma cavalo branco&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3CIsw6fuI/AAAAAAAAABg/8JAW07uFUnw/s1600-h/345769860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241558996040187618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3CIsw6fuI/AAAAAAAAABg/8JAW07uFUnw/s320/345769860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah,desistimos da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Ela some nesse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3Asf6i3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/BHPVEMOI3eA/s1600-h/869903834_64ba726104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241557412042956530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3Asf6i3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/BHPVEMOI3eA/s320/869903834_64ba726104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarcástica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promoter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-146443200780340715?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/146443200780340715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=146443200780340715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/146443200780340715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/146443200780340715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/enquanto-issona-janela.html' title='~*Enquanto isso,na janela...*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3Cq8H4YHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RBLWwy0CnJQ/s72-c/composicionGritosRuth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-4095656104330079383</id><published>2008-09-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:55:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Vidências*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxj2uG3RXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7AefLPWx2uQ/s1600-h/imagesdfxd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241173858093319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxj2uG3RXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7AefLPWx2uQ/s320/imagesdfxd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É assim que queremos te ver depois da festa,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;atu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dormindo como um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anjinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tu te cuida,hein?!&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/4755099392625884534-4095656104330079383?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/4095656104330079383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=4095656104330079383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4095656104330079383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/4095656104330079383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/assim-que-queremos-te-ver-depois-da.html' title='~*Vidências*~'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxj2uG3RXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7AefLPWx2uQ/s72-c/imagesdfxd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6399075308029192350</id><published>2008-09-01T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:36:11.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Reflexão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxYO1c1wZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OK93xw_Kt14/s1600-h/galooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241161078241870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxYO1c1wZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OK93xw_Kt14/s320/galooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj ao meio-dia, as duas deitadas querendo dormir - Ai um barulho repetitivo vindo da casa vizinha incomoda as pessoas.- Cocorocóoooooo, váriassss vezes seguidas. - "Promoter" :Cadê a criaturinha pra fazer esses galináceos calarem o bico? Eu qse dormindo : Hum... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarcastica&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/4755099392625884534-6399075308029192350?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6399075308029192350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6399075308029192350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6399075308029192350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6399075308029192350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflexo.html' title='&quot; Reflexão&quot;'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLxYO1c1wZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OK93xw_Kt14/s72-c/galooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-1807085240620809564</id><published>2008-08-31T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:54:16.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ele" e o galo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLsSqoivE9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rg2fP7SaAys/s1600-h/trident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLsSqoivE9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rg2fP7SaAys/s320/trident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240803115022619602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Eis que numa tarde de agosto,estamos os três sentados na varanda,olhando o nada,quando a visão super-hiper-ultra-mega apurada da criaturinha mágica avista um galo branco.Tá,e daí?&lt;br /&gt;E daí que o comentário que surgiu foi:"Olhaa,esse galo pulaa!".A partir daí a tarde não foi mais a mesma.Tudo passou a girar em torno do dito cujo.Até &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trident de melancia&lt;/span&gt; a gnt jogou pra ele.Tá,ele não comeu.Comentário outro da criaturinha:"è Tridente de melancia,seu galo nojento!".&lt;br /&gt;    Cara,o galo pulava pra pegar acerola na árvore,comássim?A gnt secando o galo e a criaturinha xonada:"Geente,tô fã desse galo!".&lt;br /&gt;Até que o dono do galo,inconsciente da nossa admiração profunda pelo galináceo,colocou ele no puleiro.Mas isso não foi nada depois de a grossa da casa ao lado ter fechado as duas janelas na nossa cara.Não,pára tudo!E o movimento estranho das árvores?Sem falar nas nossas mentalizações para o galho quebrar.(Nossa senhora do telefone,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atendei&lt;/span&gt; as nossas preces.)&lt;br /&gt;Comos e fosse pouco,a discussão infantil das pessoas."-Onde tu vais?"."-Não te importa."."-Come torta!""-Atrás da porta!".Nuss,posso falar?&lt;br /&gt;    Duas crianças,a criaturinha e a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sarcástica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-1807085240620809564?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/1807085240620809564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=1807085240620809564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/1807085240620809564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/1807085240620809564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/08/ele-e-o-galo.html' title='&quot;Ele&quot; e o galo.'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xWTkobMxmps/SLsSqoivE9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rg2fP7SaAys/s72-c/trident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755099392625884534.post-6106032828227586706</id><published>2008-08-31T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:25:21.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apresentação'/><title type='text'>Apresentações:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra começar bem o nosso blog,vamos nos apresentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sarcástica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que podemos falar dessa pessoa geniosa,de caráter duvidoso e que nos ameaça com freqüência(-"Eu sou a blogueira oficial,posso acabar com vocês!").O mundo pode acabar,contanto que ela esteja com uma garrafa de Coca-Cola e a luz paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mágica&lt;/span&gt;:Excêntrico,egocêntrico,maldoso,superior,arrogante e manipulador.Tudo isso pra esconder sua carência e seu tempo ocioso.Mas como toda beesha louca,é lindo e cheiroso,um loosho.O mundo pode acabar,mas se ele estiver com uma garrafa de Martini Rosé ele embebeda os outros e ainda se diverte com a perdição alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;promoter&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;Sincera,desafiadora,confiável,trapaceira,interesseira,amável,afável.O mundo pode acabar,mas se ela estiver com uma garrafa de Vodka+Soda ela salva o mundo e ainda consegue dançar.(Tirando a parte do "trapaceira" ela é exatamente isso.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;boba-alegre&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;Enfim,recém-chegada do reformatório e carinhosamente adotada pelas irmãs,é a LOUCA.Mas,assim,louca meesmo.Sempre bem vinda,o mundo pode acabar,mas se ela estiver com uma garrafa de cerveja na mão,ela bebe até cair e faz todo mundo morrer rindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755099392625884534-6106032828227586706?l=no204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/feeds/6106032828227586706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755099392625884534&amp;postID=6106032828227586706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6106032828227586706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755099392625884534/posts/default/6106032828227586706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no204.blogspot.com/2008/08/apresentaes.html' title='Apresentações:'/><author><name>No 204</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271354912085933301</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/_xWTkobMxmps/SL3HzGJdAVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CG0Pbtqvx5E/S220/P7170031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
